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Well, in a zombie outbreak, it's essential to form a group that can take down the hordes. I have little to no experience with guns, but I am handy with a blunt weapon, like a sledgehammer.

Also, I care too much about my possessions and my family to not play the hero. I'd have to take them to safety before myself; I do not follow the code that is "every man for himself."

...Did I mention my usefulness with a sledgehammer?

And are we talking shambling zombies, or sprinting Left 4 Dead zombies?

It seems to me like Kaye would rather go out fighting rather than flee forever.

Proficient or not, you'd do better with a shotgun or even a pistol, though, than a sledgehammer.

If they're going to be that close, accuracy with a gun won't be a problem... so, HEADSHOT.

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As for me.

We have guns. Lots of guns. I'm thinking, an automatic shotgun per family member, even though my sister can't use them and has never tried.

We'd take out the ammo restraints, making them illegal. Pfft. If we had to go somewhere, I'd say, probably a rural area where not a lot of people are.

My ranch house, for example. Which also happens to be where the guns, and a bunch of dumb pit -bulls, are.

We'd get in the truck and drive over there, running down anything that moves on the way. We'd need food and stuff, but that could wait until AFTER the panic that everybody makes.

I'd put a hula-dancing dolphin on my dashboard, too.

A dolphin-shake hula ornament? Nice touch.

Now, I will present you with mine.

(Wow Bread, reading your plan makes me feel worse than I already did thinking about Zombie attacks, cause now I know I would never survive... Oh well, might as well take a crack at it ^^)

Location: Southern Florida
Climate: Humid/Sub-Tropical
Status: Surrounded by Heavily effected Cities (Such as Miami), because of the large Population.

Four Hours Left Untill Complete Lockdown~

The Announcement has just been made, and after a few panicky minutes (Perhaps around fifteen) With my mother and sister discussing what to do to save ourselves, we begin.

The People-
I know for a fact that my mother (39-Heavyset) can weild a Shotgun better than anyone else I know (The result of an almost-robbery two years ago).

I myself (15-Heavyset) have been trained to used a Pistol, a Shotgun, or any knife/sword/dagger/large pointy stick that makes itself availiable. This is because I am a total nerd for Medieval Warfair and am in a club for it.

My sister (11-Heavyset) Would be lucky if she could figure out how to use a butter knife the right way, so we'll have to protect her as best we can.

My Grandfather ,(God Bless his soul, 86), My poor grandfather is Deaf, wheelchair bound, and unable to use the entire left side of his body. Namely, screwed. I'll tell you what we do with him later.

Weapons-
At my house we have a grand total of Two Machetti's (Old and rusty), One Flail (Don't ask), A pistol (Not actually sure what kind), a Double barrel Shot Gun, Three Shrpened Fighting Daggers, One Sword (Arms length, one handed, double fuller), and of course my pride and joy Sycle which I use to lovingly do battle with every third saturday of the month.

We have about 72 rounds for the Shotgun, and perhaps 100 for the pistol.
I don't think we know where to get more, seeing as how Dad was the Gun lover and bought all the stuff, I just learned how to use it.

Three and a Half Hours Remaining~

Preperation-

First things first, our only Vihicle is a 2007 Dodge Minivan, so that's all we'll have untill we can get to the lot where we store our RV. for now my mother would go with the car to the nearest Gas Station (I'm sure that it would be swamped by now, so that's why she'd go early) With the Seven Gas Canisters we have and get them filled, along with the cars tank. We have a siphon that I know how to use and I'll transfer any gas in that tank to our RV when I get the chance.

Meanwhile, My sister and myself (Mainly me) will be busy locking down the household. We'll put up our hurricane shutters (They're amazingly tough) for the off chance that we get to come back to our home or at any point are forced to do so. The second that's done I'll be zipping over to our computer to print up directions (Because my mother is a useless navigator) to our owned Campground. It's in a very wooded place in Florida, not Two hours away, that isn't surrounded by any major city or large facility. Therefore, it's the best place for us.

Mom will have Filled up the gas cans by now and is off at the grocery store grabbing all the Canned and boxed non-perishable products that she can, hoping it'll be enough for all of us. While I was on the web and Mom is shopping my sister will have called my Aunt Sharon (Who lives five minutes away) and told her that I said to pack up all her camping supplies (They have a ton) in their Truck and head on over to meet with us, you see, I called earlier and informed them of our families plan to go 'camping' instead of toughing it out in the city.

My Aunt Sharon (40-lightweight) my Uncle Jim (40-Firefighter) and my two cousins JJ (16-Strong) and Brandon (15-Strong) will be coming with us, bringing their own supplies to match our own, and we'll share the camp lot. They have Three shotguns (That I know of) and a machetti and believe Uncle Jim has that axe thing firefighters use to chop down doors in a fire.

The terms 'Aunt' and 'Uncle' only apply in the fact that they are very, very, close friends of my family.

Three Hours Remaining~

We have one more hour of prep time before we have to be on the road, that hour includes us picking up the RV, so we have to hurry. Mom rrived home and we boxed all the canned goods, halfway through my Uncle arrives with the boys, aunt Sharon, and their cat. They have their truck packed to the brim with all their supplies, and a bit of room if we need to squeeze anything in. They've gone to the supply store and gotton all types of batteries for flashlights and such, plus their own seven Gas canisters filled, and Sharon went to the store and stocked up like my mother.

The boys help us finish up packing. They're both dressed in durrable fabric T-shirts, heavy jeans, and have sweaters in the car. My aunt and uncle have the same. As do I and my mom and sister. We've all packed extra clothes, all the blankets we have, and out cell phones are charged. I've got my emergency Radio (You learn to get these things when every summer you're in danger of blowing away) and we've got all of my dogs leashes and canned food, the birds seed, and a plethura of instant cofee and durable camping plates and bowls.

The last things we grab are my father and grandmothers ashes, our family photo album, and the old collection of casset tapes. We can listen to those in the RV.

Two Hours and Thirty Minutes~

Everyone loads up into the cars, my mother, myself, sister, Sparky(Dog) the bird and Grandfather in ours. Everyone else in the other. We've taken out the back seat to store everything, leaving one empty seat between myself and my sister in the new back seat. We leave our home, secure as it is, and drive to the lot where we store our RV. Mom goes to check it out of holding while I pull it up (Who cares if I only have a learners permit, there's ZOMBIES) behind the two cars and we begin loading it up with our things. It can hold more on a lower gas rate than our cars, even though we'll be taking those as well.

Done equally spreading supplies I take the wheel of the minivan with Brandon in the pasenger seat, shotgun in hand. Uncle Jim is driving the Truck, Sharon in the passenger seat with Shotgun. My mother is in the RV with my grand father and sister in the back, and JJ in the passenger seat, the third Shotgun of our repritar in his hands. Our Carivan then follows me (Seeing as how I'm the best navigator) onto the road.

Two Hours Pass~

This is the quiet part of the trip, everyone concentrating on driving and ignoring the emergency radios in each car repeating the message to lock up and defend.

At the Camp Ground-

We arrive, finally, and imediatly turn off all vehicles even though it's getting dark. I start the fire while everyone begins shuffling sleeping bags and what not together for the night. The Shotguns are still held by the people who had then before, only now mom has taken JJ's and he instead has a pistol. I have a pistol and my Scycle, My sister has our 1st machetti and Mr.Jim the second.

We've parked the RV, Minivan, and truck around the Camp fire in a wide triangle so it's the best defensive position, Emergecy Radio running on Solar Power is counting down the last minutes untill lockdown.

Hopefully, if we're lucky, we'll get passed over by the virus and none of us gets sick. If we do we've all agreed that the best thing is to leave all weapons that person has and to go off into the trees as far away as possible. If we're lucky, that person really only had the flu and will return with their hands in the air, shouting so as not to alarm everyone else, that they're 'clean'. If not, well, we might eventually have to shoot them.

~Ground Zero

And that's all I got.

Nice.

But I don't suggest you go to the woods. That was directly from where I was escaping, if you recall.
Zombies can hide from all areas, if it's heavily wooded, and its away from anyone else, so I doubt rescue choppers would come there.

And, is it at the top of a hill or mountain? If it's not, you don't stand a chance, for the zombies now have the higher ground, and can just launch themselves on your aluminum and glass RV.



Plus, how're you gonna fit all of that stuff, and all of those people into one minivan, before you get to the RV?

I'd say keep the campfire to a minimum.
Zombies are attracted to any light or flame, therefore a fire in the distance will leave you sitting ducks.
Flashlights, only.




With that said, your plan is pretty good.
;D LOL.

Anyways- I was inspired to make my own list of team members.

What?

*strains to remember*

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that's alternate reality, my friend. I would never get bitten by a rattle snake. In Texas, you learn to avoid them. whee

You can't save semi-hot hipsters from Vancouver? I realized the flaw in my plan. Dx

Once I get to the mountain I might run out of supplies, before we can be airlifted out. And from what I've read in The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks-

We'd turn to cannibalism, or hunting the wild bears/animals at whistler.
The former seems more plausible- TBH.