One of those crazy, new-age, social media chain letters caught my attention recently.
"The 8 people listed on the side of your facebook page are your zombie apocalypse team"
I was on a friend’s list as “Looking for the last Twinkie”. While it gave me a little chuckle, it’s just not the pressing of an issue and should have been just as easily forgotten.
But… I am me.
I don’t forget, I dwell.
So it got me to thinkin’, who would be on my apocalypse team? What kind of apocalypse are we talking about? Who do I look for first? My mom, my roommate, people I expected to survive who can help me or people I presume wouldn’t make it but I hope beyond hope that they did? What would my initial reaction be? What would I do the first day, the first week, the first month? Would I stay put and try to hold the fort or would I be ballsy enough to strike out in search of…anything?
Am I ready?
The more I think about it the less prepared I feel. I mean seriously, in all actuality I’m not going to pack an emergency kit and have it easily accessible in my home in case I need to make a break for it while watching Bridezillas. Mostly because I’ve never been able to settle on what to pack and how to pack it! But I also find it highly unlikely that I will be home when worldwide panic strikes. I will probably be at work which puts me in a pretty good place to throw together a quick base camp, gather supplies, rally survivors and make a plan.
But what then?...
Stay put and hope someone with a plan comes along to rescue us? Or head out into the chaos and hope for the best?
Hmmm……
