Challenge #01431-C336: Last Bus to LA
Where the scientific process and superstition collide. This analysis of plague doctor’s wear.
“The scientific process made a bitchin’ proto-hazmat suit. And containment protocols!” – @recklessprudence
After the zombie apocalypse, there were a few things bound to go backwards. With a lessened population, electricity was bound to stop. And disease was rife.
What the members of the last bus to LA never expected was a revival of some very much older traditions.
As the horses drew them closer to the little town in the middle of nowhere, they expected little to no movement. Apart, of course, from the occasional zombie that had yet to fall apart.
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Zombie Apocalypse Classic Choice:
The object to your left is now your weapon of choice in the upcoming zombie apocalypse. What is it?
Erm… the spray bottle I use to keep the cats from scratching the furniture??
A glass of Chardonnay, how the hell will that help me?
My cat. The Apocalypse can come; we’re ready.
This extremely hilarious. My weapon of choice: my two year old son.
This is pointing right at my guitar
… my pillow. I think that means I’m going to sleep through it
My dog…. I’ll take it
my stand of samurai swords. heeheehee.
A bottle of water. Very resourceful, I’m not complaining.
It’s literally a wall.
Do you have any idea how many objects there are to my left? The closest is a plastic spoon. Then some paper. A water bottle, tablet stylus, ceramic dinosaur… This interview’s over!
A can of cs spray, handcuffs, and baton. I think I’ll be marginally okay.
This again… okay… I have a camera, a box of tissues, the entire collections of Seinfeld, the IT Crowd, and some of M*A*S*H, a box of tissues and a cup full of bacon grease (no, I don’t know why he’s keeping it, I don’t make bacon).
Oh, and a pancake griddle. Let’s go with that one.
The object to my immediate left is my nebuliser, which serves the double purpose of making sure I can breathe and being a pretty good bludgeon.
Of course the former function would do me zero good when the electricity stops [roughly 24-48 hours into cessation of business as normal] unless I could lay my hands on some kind of clean, quiet generator [and soundproofing] I may last some significant time.
People who snore [like I do] have a significant disadvantage in a zombie apocalypse where the undead hunt largely by noise. Therefore laying one’s hands on enough soundproofing to muffle oneself but not suffocate oneself is literally of vital importance.
I’ve done a lot of research into what a realistic zombie apocalypse would be like for my upcoming book: Kung Fu Zombies, coming to a Smashwords near you, Decemberish 2015.
I am now prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse
I finally got one. The essential item for every geek’s arsenal against the nigh-inevitable zombie apocalypse.
Yes! I finally got a hold of my machete.
Good old Annaconda. The go-to place for stuff you can’t get anywhere else because it’s a bit on the weird side.
Alas, ‘cause they’re a camping gear mob, they don’t have scythes. Phooey.
On the other hand, the blokes are off fixing the ride-on mower, so the need for a scythe is lowering as I type.
I still want one. When the world runs out of fuel, all the oldie mouldie ways will come back, and I’ll be ahead of the crowd.
But, for now, I have my machete and I love it. It’s one weapon/tool that never needs reloading or refueling.