I've spent a lot of days on the way to lectures talking about the best survival tactics and what we'd do. I'm pretty sure I have everything covered if it was all to happen while I was at uni.... Scarily enough, I now tend to think "when" rather than "if" when it comes to zombie attacks.
The last dinosaurs probably said "Well, since I've yet to see a massive lump of rock flying towards us, I don't think it's that likely. I mean, really our chances are pretty goo--->Boom< "
I don't want that to happen to me, only with Zombies instead of an asteroid.
All hail bitches! And the only possible lie was running distance, because i don't understand the distance between kilometres and miles. Stupid fucking american measurement system.
I just thank god my uncle's rifles are still in the house.
I was all, "Well, actually... dinosaurs had such small brains and limited perceptions as a result, they likely didn't contemplate..."
And then I thought, "You know what, he's probably right."
So, here's to the Zombie Apocalypse.
Imagine my surprise that my chances of survival should be so low, I thought I was pretty set but for the food stores, guns on hand, and other stuff forbidden of the true-bachelor. Looks like I've got a good chance of being on the Zombie team. Go Zombies!