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The Zombie Plan People (What’s Your Zombie Plan?)

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There are two kinds of people when it comes to the subject of preparedness… the grasshoppers and the ants.  No subject highlights the differences between people quite as much as their plan for the zombie apocalypse.

The Grasshopper and the Ant:

Once upon a time there was a grasshopper who lived for today, he was happy, life was good… it was summer.  He made fun of the ants, they were always working to be prepared.  Then winter came and he died and the ants made stew from him.

The Zombie Apocalypse:

Once upon a time there were people who were perfectly happy with how everything was going right now, they saw that being prepared was important, but when they saw certain kinds of people preparing for the zombie apocalypse they made fun of them and said they were crazy.  Then it happened, and the people who were prepared lived happily ever after.  The end.

It's more than just about being prepared, it's about having imagination and seeing a world of endless possibility.  Illustrated best in this video:

So… it begs the question; What's your zombie plan?

FEMA (the government agency for disaster relief) suggests the following.

Preparedness 101: Zombie Apocalypse

 

Create an Emergency Kit:

  • Water (1 gallon per person per day)
  • Food (stock up on non-perishable items that you eat regularly)
  • Medications (this includes prescription and non-prescription meds)
  • Tools and Supplies (utility knife, duct tape, battery powered radio, etc.)
  • Sanitation and Hygiene (household bleach, soap, towels, etc.)
  • Clothing and Bedding (a change of clothes for each family member and blankets)
  • Important documents (copies of your driver’s license, passport, and birth certificate to name a few)
  • First Aid supplies

Then Develop a plan!

​My plan involves being totally self sufficient so I can stay where I'm at for as long as I have to, then I can go back home to my secluded Idaho bunker once this safe area is compromised.  Supplies that'll help me are a gun (you have to have one in advance though, good luck robbing / looting a weapon / survival store, lol) probably a cheap and easy gun, since I'll want to have lots of disposable ammo.  A bo staff, you want everything to keep a distance; a crossbow, and a regular bow, both with plenty of ammo.  The nice thing about the older style weapons and armor is that they recycle.  At some point it'd be nice to have some kind of cheap and easy travel / pack animal because gas is gonna be hard to come by.

What's your zombie plan?!

Tuesday – About Me; Safety?

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Once upon a time we were asked to keep a journal, this perhaps isn't a "journal" but it is an account of all that I remember as I grew up.  The story continues from last week:

It's difficult to describe what it was like to grow up on the steep hill; the community of children around my own age seemed pretty large, neighborhood kids running between one house and another, exploring new construction houses with a complete lack of regard for any possible dangers and… doing everything without any regard for safety.

Two specific 'safety' events flash into my limited memory though there were probably dozens more.

First:  I remember the foundation for a house just kitty corner from our back yard had been freshly dug, the children gathered together and played around these amazing trenches that were better than any equipment you can find in a playground.  We jumped over and played through these deeply dug chunk of earth… I remember a game of "Jump over the Trench" that ended when I found myself at the bottom while rocks spilled down on top of me, my hands covered my head, but nothing protected my knee… for the next several weeks the glowing purple bruise reminded me one very important lesson about playing in construction zones… don't fall down.

Second:  I remember a skateboard, probably extremely small because I wouldn't have been extremely big, but skinny enough that I could turn it on a dime.  I have no memory of trying to stand on that thing, but many memories of laying on it as I came bolting down the long, winding, sloped road.

It makes me stop and think… my poor kids, they never have any fun.