A friend linked me to this highly suspicious news article about a quarantined train. It just screams, “zombie infection outbreak”!

I am a strong believer in having a zombie apocalypse plan for most situations. Where there is no more room in hell, where will you get your fresh drinking water from? Yeah, just think about that.

The elevators in my current condo need a key fob to operate, and no stairs that go onto the floor, so I figure that’s pretty good initial zombie protection while I assess the situation. I’m also very high up, so nothing is going to come in my windows, and I have an excellent view of the status of the city. So the plan is this:

1) Secure the floor. Kill anyone on the floor that has been zombie-fied (wear goggles, go with a team), then block off the stairs and elevators with furniture.
2) Fill sinks and tubs with water. Who knows how long we’ll be there, and water is essential.
3) Just chill in our secured floor for a couple of weeks. The initial spread of zombification will be exponential, plus there will be madness and chaos from the survivors on the street. Let it die down, and give the world governments and armies a chance to find their feet.
4) DO NOT DO ANYTHING DUMB. You’ve seen the movies. Kill anyone who is infected, don’t open up our barricades, don’t bicker with our fellow floor survivors.
5) If there is no sign of an organized rescue process after a couple of weeks, we need to get out of the city. Cities, generally, are bad news. Band together, gather weapons, and in broad daylight walk the 6 blocks or so to the busy harbor front. Steal a boat, a barge, anything that floats, and head out to one of the little barely inhabited islands in the area. Clear it of undead, and then hunker down to rebuild society.

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