By Rachel
In light of recent events, it may be time for me to seriously consider my strategy for survival when zombies take over. It took the police SIX BULLETS to get a guy to stop eating another man’s face off! SIX!!!!!!!! Another guy ate his roommate’s heart and brain and another guy cut open his abdomen and then threw pieces of his own intestines at the police. I don’t even know how to respond to that! How does that happen?
Shit is going down and soon. There is no other explanation.
After watching two seasons of The Walking Dead, I have put much thought into what type of people I would want in my group as I work to survive, as well as what my tactics and principles would be. At the time it seemed like fruitless effort planning all of this, but now that it takes six bullets to take down a guy who is eating another guy, I’m more pleased with my wayward thoughts.
I’ve determined that there are certain personality types and classifications of people that must be with me, as well as people that I will have zero use for. Of course there are caveats to everything.
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