Me and a couple of friends live near the water and a big f#&@ing boat.. so this is how it goes.. Friend is in the navi so he can drive a boat which is good.

Day 1-3 Gather a fuck ton of weapons: make hydrogen bombs, molotolves, Blut fucksticks, get as many bullets and guns as possible
armor the SUV outside the friends house, get the coal lighter/ flamethrower out of the shed
Day 4: Gather about 60-100 women
Day 5: get on the big ass boat
Day 5 in a half: kill zombies trying to escape the canal, make sure the women be safe
Day 6: Have sex and make as many babies as possible with the women

Day: 270ish, while making re-supply runs using the emergency boats on the side of the big as boat, the babies are born which in the time waiting for them to be born we have came up with strict militaristic training for all of them.

Year 3: the babies are now toddlers and can kick ass on a small scale

Year 5: Of course one of the women saw some shoes and got bit infecting some of the crew, 12 die (Realistic)

Once the kids are badass enough we go on a badass killing spree, but every year were producing like 60-100 new kickass zombie killing babies.

And we slowly live by the badass zombie killing creed Reproducing the world, and killing zombies…

In some way we would get far in to the middle of the ocean and do circles and wait for the nuclear holocaust caused by upset world leaders and then return to the radiated filled wasteland that was once america scavenging whats left, and of course scouting twinkie factories, or some other food source that can survive zombies and nukes

My friend has a perfect garage for zombie defense. Another friend is a hunter with loads of guns. I am the brains behind the plan, because I have read up on what to do. We will all meet at friend #1’s house, and friend #2 will bring the fire power. There are two windows in the garage, those will be heavily boarded up. Not that it matters, because there is a retractable ladder leading to the attic. Retractable ladders are your friend. Stock up on food and ammo. Hopefully we won’t need to use guns, cause they attract zombies. Guns will only be used later, on our epic journey after the panic settles down. I live in Maine, right on the coast (like the other guy)… and my neighbor owns a boat that he never uses, and I own a truck. The truck will tow said boat to my friend’s house, and later on, we get into the truck…. and go to sea. This is a last resort. When we are out of food, and everything, this is what we will have to do. This will be a dangerous and probably fatal mission, but it is necessary should we not die of starvation. There are loads of little islands off the coast that we can chill on and fish. (Maine has the most islands ever!) Unfortunately, there are tons of zombies coming from Portland, probably. These will prove to be a major problem, because the zombies can travel on the ocean floor. We will need to find (or build) a tree house, or a house on stilts on the island in case a rogue zombie washes on shore. Let’s just hope that they don’t We will have to keep a radio with us, if the world is restored within years.

The good news is that I like seafood.

Title: The “You Bastard” plan

Basic Idea for survival: Stealth, Balls, Farming, Guns, Water

Execution: I’m basically working on the assumption that while most have become zombies, a few that were ready/armed are alive. I’m also figuring that these are classic zombies; slow, transferable with bites, and killed by destroying the brain.

I mostly have made this plan on one fact, these things are actively decaying corpses; this means that they are pretty slow and easy to kill. The real danger of them lies in numbers; eventually one of those buggers are going to sneak up on you and give yo a bite to the back while you gun down the hundreds in front of you.

Alright, so near where I live there is this fairly remote lakeside country club, they have food, few people, and their own water and power supply. There are lots of cabins there but only one permanent resident, the caretaker who lives in a cabin just outside the big house, he has lots of guns and ammo, as well as ammo making capabilities. Also in the cabins there are various gunpowder and non-gunpowder (for stealth) weapons. My plan to get there mostly revolves around one basic fact that many seem to forget, zombies aren’t good at detection, their ears have probably rotted off as well as their noses, which means that zombies probably work off of either sight or very loud noises which they can feel. I actually don’t own a gun but I do own a powerful pellet rifle which could probably kill a zombie with a headshot, and various household objects that could double as melee weapons (baseball bats, axes, screwdrivers that could be used like icepicks). The idea would be to dress darkly and travel at night, preferably on bikes due to them being faster than a dashing zombie and being silent, to the club. Then wait until day, simply because at night I would look like a zombie. So I’m going to assume as he was relatively isolated and well armed the caretaker will be alive and armed. I will get his attention, call “no-infectys” at which point he will probably be releaved to see an uninfected and bring me in and arm me, simply because all apocalypses are better with someone to watch your back. Over the next couple of days I’ll get him to show me how to work all the machines, the bullet press, and the boats (remember it’s a lake club). When I feel as though I understand everything well I will proceed to shoot him in the head when he’s not looking. I realize that having an extra pair of hands would help but I’d rather lose them than deal with the wildcard of a jumpy, heavily-armed, redneck. Besides others also probably thought of the place, after hanging around their houses or walmarts with shotguns for a few days, once they arrive I will probably only accept 1 or two others.The rest I will shoot, lest I rue their vengeance.To these one or two people I will not reveal the secrets of the machines lest they do to me what I did to the caretaker. The last part of my plan comes into effect in case we do something like detonate a bomb that will attract a zombie horde. If this happens we will all jump into a docked motorboat get out into the center of the lake and start just picking them off as they sit on the docks rageing. They may be able to walk across the bottom but then their at the bottom and I’m at the top, HA! Alright so maybe they can swim; well if you’ve ever swam you know that you have a hard time swimming as fast as a person on land can walk, and I’m in a motorboat, again just pick em’ off.

Pros:Fun, Smart, easy
Cons: Karma’s comin after my punk ass

1. Get me a vehicle
2. Go to the local military base, Get some guns, ammo, supplies etc.
3.Go to the local Airbase, get a plane
4. Fly to Portsmouth
5. Nick the warrior (19th century warship for those who don’t know)
6. sail out a bit (zombies cant swim)
7. go to other countries looking for survivors to rescue
8 Rebuild the human race on my boat with water purifier, Livestock, Fishing and just surviving.
9. I will paint the boat bright yellow with jazzy patterns, so you survivors know when im coming to save you. (bit like an ice cream van)
10. I will broadcast on FM frequency radio everywhere i go telling the non-muties to come and flee.
Pros: I am the only person so far, i think who is playing the part of the rescuer whereas everyone else is waiting to be rescued! YOUR GOVERNMENTS DON’T CARE!

GOD BLESS THE HUMAN RACE

As for the size of the brain: Einstein’s brain was actually somewhat smaller than what is considered average for a grown man, but the anatomical reason for his intelligence is because the neurons in his brain - probably less than you or I have - were exceptionally well-connected. Intelligence lies in the number of active synapses (connections between neurons) and the electrical activity in the brain.

In fact, most of the connections in a zombie’s brain have been severed or broken down due to the parts of the brain that control anything besides the urge to pass on the virus being shut down. They would only need the brain stem for that, not the cortex. The cortex is the part of the brain that controls sensory perception and higher thinking. The brain stem controls the autonomic nervous system, which is responsible for involuntary actions of the body: breathing, digestion, heart rate, etc. A person in the final stages of the infection would have the approximate processing ability of somebody in a coma. They can keep breathing and taking in food, but not much else.

My mom knows how to can food at home, and since at least my parents, my sister, and my sister’s in-laws each have their own garden, and since at least 1 person in every household in our family can hunt – and half our family runs cattle ranches – obtaining food won’t be much of an issue. Everyone in our family hunts. My parents own at least 3 rifles, 2 shotguns, and 2 handguns, plus a reloader so we can make our own bullets. Every other household owns at least 1 or 2.

My mom also happens to be a nurse, so all but the worst injuries could be handled easily. With 1 likely uneventful trip to the town 30 miles away, we could carefully sneak up to the veterinary and medical clinics and take whatever medical supplies we need (I know from personal experience that many veterinary tools can be used interchangeably with human medical tools).

It’s likely that at this point everyone would gather at my sister’s or one of the other family’s houses. We would probably go to my sister’s, since our house is very close to the road and has such zombie-friendly features at an enormous living room window and a flimsy sliding-glass door. Our half-ton pickup and 30 foot stock trailer would be more than capable of hauling all our supplies; likely my dad and I would do the loading while my mom would watch for zombies. She’s a gun enthusiast in her own right, and would have no trouble taking down a few zombies with our 30.30.

Once the whole family was gathered, it would then be very easy to hold down a stable defense. We’d even have a lot of old and slow people everyone seems to be so keen to throw to the zombies, as well as some annoying cousins. Not even a whole lot of kids to deal with, either; a two-year-old, a three-year-old, and the youngest after them is 13. All we’d be worried about then is my other sister’s family (totaling 6, including the aforementioned three-year-old) in a small town about 90 miles away, and my sister and extended family wanting to bring in friends, girlfriends, etc.