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Is there a couch in the room?

No just what you have and some wooden things that is your barricade.

fine, then I would throw the oil cans at them and then shoot them to make them explode. taking almost all of the zombies then shoot the rest.

I agree.
Unless you are a collector, or live in a museum, most swords available to the public are for DISPLAY. They were never meant for any kind of combat, not to mention decapitation. You would realize this far too late, as youre looking at the bladeless hilt and your target sinks his broken teeth into your arm.

Another thing about swords. They are for the most part JABBING or THRUSTING weapons. More for stabbing the living than killing the undead. Exceptions include: Katanas, Di Katanas, Scimitars, Halbards, Bardiches and Zweihanders.
They require a lot of care and sharpening. They are a bit cumbersome to the inexperienced and are nearly impossible to use in most urban settings, like clearing houses.
While you can decapitate using the weapons mentioned above, remember your target is moving..possibly slouching and coming at you. Your chances, without extensive practice, of lopping off a head are not very good.
Blunt weapons, such as crowbars, bats and pipes are much more effective. They require very little skill and with enough force, could dash a rotting skull to bits. They require very little maintainance and are fairly easily replaceable.
The crowbar, as skater points out, is the survivors weapon of choice. One handed versions produce a powerful swing with devistating results. Two handed, larger ones, though weildy, are absolutely lethal. Pointed end for gouging through eyes and temples, and the rounded end for smashing through skulls and breaking limbs. They also serve as a tool for exploration. Board breaker, nail remover, door basher,..like a swiss army knife for survivors.

i am a collector and do have some swords but only my saber would be good for slicing but not by much. I would still use the crow bar, a two handed one as strong bow said.

I also know how to use a sword, but only use one if it is the best weapon that I have at my disposal. I would have a one handed crow bar, to save room and is quicker. A bow and arrows, I can make fire arrows to set off explosition or set zombies on fire. In addition it can be quit allowing me an edge. Last a shotgun (kind doesn't matter). Last a pistol if I have room.

I would carry a .22 rifle. Now shotguns have a splash effect, but you want to destroy the brain! A .22 can crack the skull,is easy to aim, and has basically no kick. Were as with a shot gun you have kick and you would have to use slugs to crack the skull.

Yeah, I would take a shotgun or a rifile depending on witch I can get and which has more amo

If you used fire arrows to blow thing up, wouldn't that just knock the zombiess over. Explosians kill us, because it's massive shock to the nervous system, and rupturing organs. Explosians would probably hurt you more(rupturing ear drums) and start uncontrollable fires. Also, using swords is a bad idea unless you take martial arts lessons training you in their use. Any idiot can pick up a gun and at least get a lucky head shot, but there is no lucky using a close range weapon.


As for shotguns, I would use one if you have one around the house, and you've stockpiled ammo(which isn't too hard since most boxes of 100 are like 16 dollars.) But if it's target load(BB's) then you'd either have to shoot from a fortification in the head once or twice, or from really close up. A bolt action target .22 is a really good idea. Cheap cartons of 500 for pennies.

My policy on fire is to use it to cook and dispose of corpses. Walking zombies are both scary, and really liable to catch other stuff on fire.

hmmm....youre not making this one easy, skater

Strongbow jerks awake, eyes blinking as they adjust to the darkened surroundings. Her crowbar falls by her feet, clanging on the old wooden floor. The walkie talkie purrs static nearby.
Cursing the noise and her own fatigue, she checks her watch. "Dammit," she swears to herself, "they should have been back by now."
Dusting off her jeans, she begins to reach for her pack for a drink when she hears the sounds of pounding downstairs.
Thud..thud..thud..
Her heart pounding, Strongbow clenches her crowbar, unsnaps the holsterguard of her .22 and opens the apartment door.
"Oh God..please let it be the group," she breathes, as she peers down the stairs.
THUD..THUD..THUD.
She hears the moans now, growing louder and more anxious as the pounding of many fists now pummel the door, shaking the boards nailed to it. Definately NOT the group.
Stifling a groan, Strongbow slams the door to the apartment, locking it with shaking hands. Fear slowly wells up in her chest as she presses her back against the door.
"God, Strongbow, do NOT panic!" She forces herself to relax, trying to block out the collective moans and the creaks of the overstrained barricade downstairs.
THUD.THUD.THUD.THUD...CRACK! The warped boards of the barricade begin to relent to the assault from outside.
Quickly, Strongbow looks around the room. Cans of oil lay stacked in the corner. Not sure of exactly what to do with it, the group kept them in case the generator at the radiostation in Smithtown needed it. On the counter, a wrinkled pack of cigarettes lies on its side, a pack of matches sitting on top.
She rushes over, frantically kicking the oilcans at the door. Silently willing her hands to stop shaking, she unlocks the apartment door and heads halfway down the stairs, oilcans tucked under her arms.
Pulling out her crowbar, she works the aluminum tops open, the golden liquid spilling down the sides of the cans and splashing on her shoes. Glancing at the door, she nearly screams.
Cracks of sunlight glow through the failing front door, the shadows of undead making the cracks flicker as the pounding continues. Not much time left, she thinks.
Working quickly, she backs up the stairs, pouring the liquid as fast as she can down the stairway, back up to the apartment door. Throwing the empty canisters downstairs, she barely has the door closed, when she hears the final CRAAACK SNAP of the barricade give way and the moans and shuffling that follow..
THEY are in the building.
Rushing across the room, Strongbow grabs her pack, shoves her hands over the straps and cinches them tight. Shoving the cigarettes and matches into her jeans pocket, she runs to the door, pauses as she takes a deep breath and unlocks the door.
The smell of decay slams into her as she throws open the door, pistol drawn and aims down the stairs. 'Oh my bloody saints,' she thinks, 'this is worse than I thought.'
Crowding through the door into the stairwell are a swarm of advancing undead. They are in various states of decay, flesh hanging from outstretched arms, eyeless sockets scanning the hall, swiveling on rubberlike necks. A woman, dried blood coating her dingy nightgown pitches forward, starting a gruesome pileup.
They reach the stairs. Many of them fall facefirst onto the steps, while those behind scrabble slowly over them. Dirty fingers claw at the steps, dragging them forward and onto the oilspill.
Strongbow levels her pistol and fires at the lead zombie. A small hole appears below its right eye, causing it little damage but snapping its head back and creating another pileup on the stairs.
"Bloody things..that should keep you busy a bit." Holstering her pistol,she smiles to herself, knowing that her plan has bought her some precious minutes to escape. Zombies, she knows, are not very agile and have a hard time climbing stairs and ladders.
Closing and locking the apartment door, she runs to the window and peers across the yard. The sun is setting, casting a reddish stain across the sky.
Reaching behind her, she unclips her walkie talkie and depresses the button.
"Guys, where ARE you?", she yells. Static, then a response.
"We are at meetspot Alpha, near the edge of town," the radio squelches. "We were on our way back, but some fool opened the church barricade and let the dammed deadheads out!"
'Bugger the luck' she thinks sourly. "This place is compromised. The barricade is down, I repeat, down. I'm beginning my exit. Wait for me."
"Roger," crackles the radio,"You've got 10 minutes. I'll send a team to cover your back."
"Out." She moves toward the window and shimmies out, balancing on her butt as her feet dangle over the edge. She knows how the landing will be, having practiced it a few times. This would NOT be fun.
She hears moans outside the locked door of the apartment behind her. They'd finally worked their way up the stairs and were now scratching, banging, moaning.
Turning her body so it hangs below the window, she closes her eyes and lets go.
She hits the ground rolling. Jumping up, she breaks into a trot, pack bouncing on her back. She does'nt look back at the swarm surging in the building, some turning slowly to move in her direction.
Within minutes, she meets her escort and they move toward the meetpoint...and survival.

Sorry everyone about the length of this one...It wasnt easy to explain.

Wow, nice long response Strongbow.

quakingphear, I would think that the building was made of bricks so as not to catch fire as fast. Second I wouldn't be sticking around after that and would most likely leave the town completely.

Hi i'm back and WHOA! This thread is xxxtremmelly popular. I will look over some stuffs and appoint new members recommended by strongbow.

Wow! Strong bow that one was awsome! But as for me, I really don't wanna type that much but here it is...

I am talking to the group out looking for supplies, when I hear a load moan. I look out the window and see what, other then a very large horde of zombies, and the stench of decay. I Take the few bottles I have in my pack and fill them with gas, Ripping peices of my shirt off I stuff them into the bottles makeing molative c ocktails. I then light them and fire them at the zombies, killing so and setting fire to others. THis makes the smell worse, far worse. From here I go to the stair well with my .22 rifle, And shoot the ones nearest to me, Makeing small cracks into there skkull. I take the oil and Dump it on the staris, zombies, and anything else. I throw a few more down the stairs to help me. I then run up stairs, quickly gether my supplies, And then I light a match, and frie me some nice crisspy zombie ass. From there I jump for the window, on to the fire escape and quickly climb down it. I pull out my 2 way radio and issue a disstress call, To meat at rally point B. As soon as we get there

can i join?

I cant believe this i a serious club.