That's great news, Burrell!
My last apartment would have been pretty defensible in a zombie apocalypse if I'd had an axe to knock off the external staircase. It was on the third floor, and the stairs were wood. In my current, ground floor apartment with the nice big windows I'd be brain salad in a quickly stilled heart beat.
Oh Tom, I just want hug you for days.
I, for one, LOVE rollercoasters and I think mac does too. He is terrified once we are on them, but then does want to go again. I have ridden so many rollercoasters in a row that I could barely walk. My equillibrium was messed up for like 12 hours.
Obviously there would be pants as well.
Thank you!
The most important thing in my wardrobe would be the thigh holster. That's mandatory post-apocalyptic wear. Lots of pockets, some leather, some mesh, stompy boots. And wrist cuffs.
So I am a bit shakey and light-headed and heat-flashy since getting home 30 minutes ago. I had BK for lunch and felt fine at work and on the commute home. I have just eaten a banana and some almonds to see if they help, but my hands are still shakey. ideas?
Water? That sounds like what I've figured was from standing too long with knees locked and/or dehydration.
NO, NOT A MALL!
(Too many entrances.)
But so many resources!
wait, jesse, why a food court?
For the food to eat. I'm holing up, not fighting back.
My house is not easily defensible in the even of a zombie apocalypse, I don't think OTOH, if my neighbors work with me, we could cut off downtown from easy overland approach, unless the zombies take over Amtrak early, then we're screwed.
Ooh, I could canoe out to an island pretty easily, though. That would buy some time.
ETa: that reminds me, I need to restock my emergency kit. Right now I have water for a few days but hardly any food.
Y'all are making want to watch Night of The Comet. I would really really just want to be able to get in and secure an awesome building to be my house.
water. ok, on it.
Why does Friday afternoon always last soooo long?
It's a Tino thing, isn't it?
I know our house is not very defensible in the event of a zombie attack. In fact, some of my recurring nightmares center on that fact. (Note to Self: buy a baseball bat or golf club the next time you're at a thrift store, to keep by the bed.)