Some of you know my deepest concerns about being prepared for disasters.
My instinct tells me to be ready.
I have numerous thoughts that keep me forever diligent. My mind races with options and scenarios.
I keep in my head puzzles that keeps me on the lookout for resources, skills that I can acquire, and people I need to know in order to solve eventual issues.
What would I take with me? What would I leave behind. I have been avoiding attachments to large items that I can't carry.
What would I take with me? What would I leave behind. I have been avoiding attachments to large items that I can't carry.
I consider keeping my keys in my car, in order to have access to them in an emergency.
I don't let my can goods supply become to low.
Calm bodies of water frighten me.
Calm bodies of water frighten me.
I exercise to build my endurance and strength.
I drink my tea unsweetened and am learning to appreciate other foods without the extras.
I have a pair of running shoes in my bedroom, the basement, the car and at work.
I have phone chargers in the same locations.
I buy tons of candles and incense.
I keep my credit card balances low.
I check in with my family members often. I keep a list of my closest friends updated and edited. I consider who has the same blood type as me? Who would donate an organ for me? I have to know all of these things and more.
I thought I had a pretty good understanding of being prepared for disaster.
Yes, I am talking about the Zombie Apocalypse. That is what you were thinking,correct?
I took this survey and learned that I am no where near ready.

My Result: Pretty likely to survive
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When a new book hit the library Will you Survive the Zombie Apocalypse
I picked it up. As a pick-your-own-adventure book, I felt that I would be successful and survive most scenarios.
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I mostly did not.
I really thought that I had a chance. I picked the Hell's Angel zombie clean-up crew and died. I followed my old high school girl friend to her house and died. One time, following my instincts I trusted the military. Another time following other instincts, I did not. Heck, I stole a police car which is completely not in my me.
I hung out with a pothead and well, I didn't die but I didn't care either.
Although my character was a male, my female instincts took over when I chose to save a child. A few pages latter we both were eaten alive.
The adventures take place in the Big Apple. I chose scenarios where I got to visit all the famous places. Madison Gardens, the subway system, Central Park, One spoiler, NEVER head to the Statue of Liberty during a zombie outbreak.Think about it. Why, would you?
Many endings had my character brainless and masticated.
So much for my zombie survival instincts.
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I must consider what would I really do when the zombies break free of our imaginations and begin chopping on our brains.
I think human instinct would lead me to want to be with other non-infected people in a safe group. I think I should probably ignore those instincts and head for a cave near Lake Erie with packets of seeds and some gardening equipment.
What about you?

