My posse consists of mostly men (and, recently, their girlfriends) who are the handy type (including my Hubby). Give them a few tools and a couple of screws, and they can build you pretty much anything you want. They can fix cars, mend fences, hunt deer, and fish for bass. We're a pretty tightknit group, so they know about my preps.
It's a running joke that when the zombies attack, we will hole up at my house and start our own little commune. S is our experienced hunter, so he's in charge of meat procurement. T has the most gardening experience, so he'll be our Master Gardener. Hubby is ex-military and a medical professional, so he's in charge of security and medicine. I'm management, of course.
We were sitting around discussing this plan the other night, when one of the girlfriends chimed in. "There won't be any zombies," she scoffed.
Well, let's hope not. (Although in some ways I'd prefer a brain-eating monster at my door than a gang of hungry looters/criminals.)
But she's missing the point. For me, "zombies" is just a catchall term for any potential disaster, whether it be a natural disaster, a nuclear fallout, or an economic crisis. I hope to hell I never have to hunker down and protect my home, my family, and my food from a horde of brain-hungry masses. But if it ever happens, I want to have a game plan in place.
Too many people don't believe disaster is ever going to strike. Won't they be surprised when a zombie lumbers up to their door?
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I refer to it as zombies too because if I were to say "natural disaster/angry, hungry mobs/economic collapse" people would think I'm a weirdo. But referring to the undead in a real and very possible sense. That's totally fine.
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