If Zombies Attack, Who’s Getting Eaten First?

[OrbitJazz21]

Alright, be honest—if the zombies come knocking, which one of your crew is getting munched first? I’ve got a buddy who insists on trying to power up his espresso machine even during drills, so my money’s on him (unless the zombies can be distracted by jazz sax solos). Anyone else got a “first to go” in their bug-out group?

 

[BlueSkyWanderer]

Alright, be honest—if the zombies come knocking, which one of your crew is getting munched first? I’ve got a buddy who insists on trying to power up his espresso machine even during drills, so my money’s on him (unless the zombies can be distracted by jazz sax solos). Anyone else got a “first to go” in their bug-out group?

I’m laughing at the idea of someone risking it all for one last shot of espresso—sounds like your friend has his priorities straight, OrbitJazz21! In my circle, I’m pretty sure it’d be my neighbor Carol who’s first on the menu

 

[ChrysanthiDream]

No question in my mind—it’s gotta be my cousin Walt. The man has two left feet and a mysterious inability to whisper (seriously, he “whispers” at normal speaking volume, it’s actually impressive). He’d probably trip over a tomato vine and then shout for help loud enough to draw every zombie within a mile. Last summer he managed to lock himself in my greenhouse for an hour and all he did was eat the cherry tomatoes and yell about spiders.

I guess every group needs comic relief, but Walt’s also the guy who thinks you can “reason” with a raccoon. Maybe he’d try and negotiate his way out