If Zombies Knock, Who’s Answering The Door First?
All right, so the zombie “knock knock” scenario. Let’s imagine it’s 2am, you’re in your jammies, and there’s an unmistakable dragging-foot shuffle on the porch. Who in your bug-out crew is definitely NOT the one you want opening the door first? Be honest—every group has a “rocket scientist” who’d yell, “Who’s there?” before looking out the peephole.
In my house, it’s probably my cousin Pete. He’d try to barter with them, thinking he could trade canned beans for safe passage (as if zombies care about fiber intake). Meanwhile, I’m in the pantry with my slingshot and a jar of spicy pickles as backup ammo. Gotta be prepared for anything, right?
So, who gets zombie door duty in your household? And what’s your go-to “defensive tool”—other than the classic flamethrower made from grandma’s hairspray? I need some new ideas for my next community workshop. Bonus points if your answer involves a chicken—my neighbor swears his hens are ruthless after dark. Let’s hear your strategies, most ridiculous and all!
In my house, it’s probably my cousin Pete. He’d try to barter with them, thinking he could trade canned beans for safe passage (as if zombies care about fiber intake). Meanwhile, I’m in the pantry with my slingshot and a jar of spicy pickles as backup ammo. Gotta be prepared for anything, right?
So, who gets zombie door duty in your household? And what’s your go-to “defensive tool”—other than the classic flamethrower made from grandma’s hairspray? I need some new ideas for my next community workshop. Bonus points if your answer involves a chicken—my neighbor swears his hens are ruthless after dark. Let’s hear your strategies, most ridiculous and all!
