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Mar 14

Wednesday War Z

Midway through the week and today’s topic is ‘safety in numbers’. Do you think you’d be better off in a large group or is travelling incognito the best option? Would large groups argue too much? Rely on a leader to make all the decisions? Turn on each other in a crisis? What about food, it’s not going to last as long if you have to share. There’s bound to be some idiot who’s seen too many action movies and wants to drag everyone into the path of danger. So would you bother to team up with others or just keep yourself to yourself?

You’re running down the street, the screams of poor old Gladys fading into the distance. She never had a chance, she was zombie chum the moment she dropped those car keys. Bowser is padding along beside you – you just didn’t have the heart to leave him behind. Plus he might make a tasty meal if you become desperate enough in your search for food.

A bit of garden hopping seems to the most sensible way to travel, the streets are starting to fill with panicky neighbours shrieking and driving in to each other, if it wasn’t for the undead roaming around it would almost be a normal Monday morning. When you reach a fence you can’t lift Bowser over you pull the fence panel out of the way and continue on your merry way.

Bowser suddenly stops and looks behind him, there’s a figure in the distance.

Shit.

Bowser doesn’t seem to be scared though; he trots towards the mysterious figure before you have a chance to stop him. Well so far the stranger hasn’t eaten your dog, that’s got to be a good sign, right? The stranger approaches and introduces himself as George – one of those neighbours you never really bothered getting to know, you know the type the ones that live on the OTHER side of the street – he tells you he has a plan. He’s heading towards his office, which is conveniently close. It has pretty secure doors and he’s already let his friends know to meet him there.

He invites you to come with him and wait out the craziness, assuring you the Army must be on their way by now…mustn’t they?

But would you go with George? Would teaming up with strangers be a sensible option or a sure fire way of getting yourself killed? After all you’re the kind of person that leaves little old ladies to get eaten. What if they do the same to you one day? How sensible is barricading yourself in a room if the undead are never going to get bored waiting outside? Would it make more sense to get as far away from the cities as possible?

What would you do?

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  1. Kevil

    I’d have to think about it. Is he a typical George? (I’m imagining a cardigan and brown trousers) We’ve never really spoke, and I’m almost certainly more use to him than he is to me.

    Locking myself in and hiding is not something I’ve ever done, I much prefer the fight/go down fighting route.

    If it were me I’d ask him where his office is in case I need it later, and go ahead looking for a car to get out of there.

    1. Steven Chapman

      I think he’s ‘bit of a dick’ George, I mean c’mon who goes to the office when the world is ending?!

    2. Kevil

      In that case, steal his flash car, then leave him there as munchies.

      1. Steven Chapman

        A man with a plan…an evil plan but it works 😀

  2. Jack Dowd

    I’ll thank George for the kind offer and then set the dog on him. if he surives without my help, I’ll join him team. If not… problem solved. I would have thought a police station would be better than an office? Maybe even a prison built to keep people in. If the zombies are not strong enough the bend the bars on the cell I would hide in one just out of their reach. Pick them off one by one, headshots only.

  3. Steven Chapman

    Pfft, wouldn’t trust the police as far as I could throw them! They can’t even handle rioters never mind hordes of the undead!

    Trouble with staying/hiding in one place is the zombies won’t get tired or bored of waiting or even starve to death – but we would, plus it wouldn’t take long to run out of ammo and that’s if you can even find a gun in England while the world goes to hell.

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