My plan might be a total facepalm, i hope not, but it probably will be. It's a little long.
All right, here is my plan for what I would do if I woke up in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. In my plan I am assuming that I know there is a zombie apocalypse as soon as I wake up, so I donât need to meet one to realize it.
After getting out of bed I would be alone in my room; my family would be somewhere in the house, all zombiefied. In my room I would initially grab the most dangerous thing in my room, which at the moment is a heavy blunt French horn. (Hopefully I could also use sound to disorient the zombies, it can be quite loud. Note: The sound would attract zombies, so never mind.) I would probably also grab a light t-shirt that I could throw at their faces, temporarily blinding them. I would stalk around the house looking for them, ditching the French horn as soon as I found better makeshift weapon. Whenever I encountered a family member I would throw the t-shirt at their faces and bash them with whatever weapon I was carrying. If I encountered them as a group they would probably be feasting on my dog and would not notice me, if this were the case I would gather multiple blunt objects to throw at them, if worst came to worst, I could make a Molotov cocktail an put it out with a fire extinguisher.
After making sure my house was zombie free, I would find as many canned non perishable food items as I could and stick them in duffle bags and backpacks, along with multiple water bottles and any miscellaneous items I could find. Now, at this point I am lucky because my neighbour is in a military band, this means 2 things. 1: He has a standard issue rifle, and 2: He is currently away on tour. It would be very easy to sneak into his house and quickly grab the rifle and ammo, depending on how much time I had, I would raid his house supplies too. I would load up my supplies into my minivan, along with my bicycle, gas tanks we have in our garage and possibly a chainsaw. (Canât have a zombie apocalypse without a chainsaw :P) If I had time or felt reckless enough, I would stop off at another neighbour, a few streets away from me who is also in the military band and take her weapon, ammo and possibly supplies.
I would then drive away, to my nice little rural cottage, no one is around there in the winter, so there would be no zombies except a little town (pop: 100) about a mile away. (This is getting to be a lot like SKWPâs first plan, this is purely unintentional.) Including the surrounding cottages, I have enough firewood to last for a few years, and I have all the tools I need, along with gas and any small mechanical parts. We have our own generator, so power isnât an issue. Many of the surrounding cottages also keep a gun or two stored, ranging from a pistol, to shotgun, to rifle, so I have plenty of ammo and whatnot. I can hole up here until I am ready to head a bit more south, where there is a small port. I can get to the port via motor boat, which I have at my cottage. I can drive my motor boat (loaded up with supplies and lots of gas) to the port, where I can transfer everything to a bigger and faster boat. I could do this from the safety of the water. I would load up the larger boat with gas, weaponry, food, water, an axe, a bow, a knife and knife sharpener (for fletching arrows) and other rudimentary useful tools. I would actually be able to take several trips delivering supplies onto the bigger boat. I would soon set off, driving the large fast boat to Sable Island, a pretty large island off the coast of Nova Scotia (where I live). Itâs only inhabitants are two scientists studying this island. If the virus has spread there somehow, then I would kill the residents and live my life on Sable Island, eating wild game that I killed with my bow and fletched arrow, drinking rainwater. (The island is known to be quite stormy, so there will be no shortages.) If the virus hasnât spread there, then I have to people to live the rest of my life with.