Yesterday, on our way to Easter dinner (part 2), ACWF and I passed a house that sat back from the road, in the side of a hill, that was surrounded by trees. The house had dozens of humongous floor to ceiling windows all the way around.
ACWF commented about how much she liked it, and I agreed that it was nice, but I questioned how well it might fare against a zombie attack.
“What?”
“Zombies. All those windows would be hard to reinforce. I’m pretty sure the undead would basically walk right through that place. That’s not safe.”
When I go into a bank, I try to figure out how I would be able to rob it. I check the cameras, I check for guards and what type of stuff they have on their belt (nightstick vs. nine millimeter), and I check to door to see if I would get locked in, or what. I never rob the bank, of course. Not only is it morally reprehensible, but it’s also illegal. But, that doesn’t stop me from pretending I’m a bank robber.
When I look at houses, it’s the same thing. I wonder how it would hold up to a zombie attack. I know zombies aren’t real, but it’s fun to play out the scenarios in my head.
For example I always check the perimeter first. Are there any fences? Any streams or ponds that might impede progress? How many doors are there? How many windows?
It’s all important. Max Brooks says in The Zombie Survival Guide that we need pick a place that’s best suited to give us protection, while allowing the ability to live for an extended period of time in case a zombie outbreak lasts for years.
I already know where I’m going to end up if a zombie outbreak occurs, and I know the people I’m taking with me. I know how I’m going to get there, and I know I’ll be able to stay there for at least a year.
If you ask me nicely, I might let you hide out with me too.
