If Zombies Showed Up, Who’s Getting Eaten First?
So, let’s settle this once and for all: in the classic zombie scenario, who’s the first to become zombie chow? My money’s on the guy who insists on finishing his “essential” bug out coffee before running, or maybe the person who has to lug 16 gallons of water on their back “just in case.”
Picture this: sirens wailing, undead on the front lawn, and there’s always that one neighbor scrolling their phone, looking for the best escape route on Google Maps. They’re done for, right? Or maybe it’s the folks who brag about their 10,000 calorie bar stash but forget to actually lock the door.
If I had to bet, it’s the person who just *has* to announce every move on a walkie-talkie, zombies be darned. “I’m heading to the pantry now!” Crunch, munch.
What do you all think? Who in your group is zombie bait and why? Bonus points for the funniest “they’d never make it” stories! Let's hear those doomed-to-hilarity tales, people.
Picture this: sirens wailing, undead on the front lawn, and there’s always that one neighbor scrolling their phone, looking for the best escape route on Google Maps. They’re done for, right? Or maybe it’s the folks who brag about their 10,000 calorie bar stash but forget to actually lock the door.
If I had to bet, it’s the person who just *has* to announce every move on a walkie-talkie, zombies be darned. “I’m heading to the pantry now!” Crunch, munch.
What do you all think? Who in your group is zombie bait and why? Bonus points for the funniest “they’d never make it” stories! Let's hear those doomed-to-hilarity tales, people.