Welcome back to a Monkey Butt's week of Zombie Apocalypse. I'm loving it, I've some awesome readers and people who are willing to spit out some words for a Monkey Butt.
Today I'm bringing an awesome, thought provoking piece from Lex over at Dorkisms. I love her postings and the way she lives out loud. Check her out. You won't regret it! I will shut it now, still making lists and buying bullets over here. What about you?
There is no doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t last long during the oft referenced zombie apocalypse – which is a damn shame seeing as how has apparently already started in Florida.
By now that’s a tired old joke, though, right? Zombies in Florida? Whatever – the attacker was just some bloke that was tripping balls on some new age PCP… Which is fine – great, even, because I will take confused drug addict over the undead any day. (Wouldn’t you?) But the whole thing definitely got me thinking.
…Mostly about how fucked I would be if, somehow, the world really did go all Walking Dead.
For starters, I’m short, and that automatically gives me a disadvantage because I wouldn’t be able to effectively land those super effective head-shots. Sure, I could take out the legs and then run the fuck away, but that leads me to problem number two: my cardio sucks. I would sprint and then get tired after, like, twenty seconds. And then I’d be eaten. Skinny does not equal fit, you guys.
So, that leads to my burning question: How would you handle the zombie apocalypse? I mean, realistically. Would you last?
So my readers, what do you think? Would you last? I know me, I'd be one of those unlucky ones who get bit at the very beginning. What can I say, if it wasn't for bad luck. I wouldn't have any at all. So my zombie fearing friends, Hang in there! Don't forget to check out Lex over at Dorkisms. A million thanks for her awesome words this week!