grab the knife i made thats sitting in a slot under where my mouse is and let them trip onto my bed and stab them(if i knew thats what they were) and i would wonder how the hell they got into a town of less then 700 people..
then following the attack i would gear up decently in this nice hunting/fishing community

What would I do, what would I do....???



I'd grab the Rezzed ticket I brought and paid for last month and paper cut the attacking zombies taking care to separate their brain stems. I'd then origami the ticket into a (bloody) hat and wear it as a badge of honour.

(shit)....

Ok, another for me.
It depends on how many, if there is at least 30 zeds coming in I could trap them and do one of five things

I could
1) Make a traveling circus
2) Have a full functioning submarine crew
3) Work at subway
4) Rob a bank
5) Dig under the white house, plant c-4 plastic explosives about 100 feet, blow it, enter the hole and order my zombie minions to attack the vice president, screaming "All we wanna do is eat your brains! We're not unreasonable! I mean no ones gonna eat your eyes!" And getting the code numbers to the presidents secret doomsday bunker. Then I would quickly BUT precisely climb the wall and slice the guards throats one by one like splinter cell and slip into the vault door before it closes and get the nuclear launch codes. And then I would blow up the moon.

I would jump out the window and land on my feet without breaking my legs. Problem, physics? Then when I realised that wasn't the only zombie I will die hoping there was at least one surviver who saw that, and at the same time hoping that nobody saw how stupid I was.

Scratch that, I'd keep playing PZ.

Without hesitation i would turn to my left and grab my 75 lb draw compound bow i keep near my computer for emergencies due to my prolonged exposure to PZ, turn around and fire an arrow right through the skull of the lead zombie and grab my guitar to bash my way through the door. I would then go in the kitchen, lock all the doors to my house then clean my guitar and my bloodied arrow only to return to my paused PZ unphased by recent events. This is what you guys do to people. IS IT WORTH IT?!

Unfortunately you forgot to barricade the doors and windows giving you enough time to get through a few days of PZ. You know what's sad though? Eventually the power grid will go down for you and you won't be able to play.

Just joining in, as I can't go...

So here's what I would do!

As soon as the rotting corpse bursts into my home, I'd run and fetch my Zombie Survival Guide, by Max Brooks, and proceed to run-down the list of things to do as the shambling rotting corpse edges and moans towards me. After ruling out the fact that I neither have a crowbar or a mini-gun, or most of the things it says I should have, I proceed to announce that Max Brooks is a lying bastard and throw the guide at the Zombie, and watch with delight as it endures many paper-cuts...

I stand up, assume a non-threating stance, and reason with them. (perhaps I would show them how fun project zomboid is.)

I'd throw my puppy at them (He's chewed through over $1k worth of stuff. They can have him) long enough for me to unsheathe one of my two cavalry sabers, which I would then use to clear my room of undead. Then I'd shove their bodies into the really small hallway leading to my bedroom, which would give me time to pack a backpack full of whatever I have (Lots of half full water bottles, maybe fresh puppy meat), rig up a sling for my 2nd cavalry saber, and throw together a first aid kit out of duct tape and anything else suitable for a first aid kit. I'd probably throw my collection of Army challenge coins in there somewhere as well, could be future currency, or identify me to military personnel. After that, I would break my window, jump out, run around the corner of my house and probably into a large group of my newly undead neighbors which I should have expected would be there.

(Just joining in. Flat-assed broke, and with my luck this week I'd set off the metal detectors with rods in my back and end up on the no-fly list )

I would mock my roommate for mixing alcohol and bath salts and then put a dog muzzle on him just in case.

I'd flip the card table i use as a computer desk over to slow them down for a bit, grab and smash the vodka bottle i have on the floor next to me as a weapon put on my red baseball cap with black flames that says Riokajin on it and beat them back with a light metal fold-out chair in one hand as a shield while trying to stab them when they lose balance with the bottle.

If there's too many of them to do that safely then after the cap i'd grab my emergency backpack with my swiss-army knife, bike lock, and small food/water supply then climb up to and out my window at ground level, grab my bicycle and get the heck outta the city. (can go more places than a car and no gas needed even if it has less protection and needs my physical energy to go)


(can't take a flight, just joining in)
(bath salts are crazy, 3 cases in 3 weeks in florida of people snorting them going crazy and trying to eat peoples faces. answering this question is good practice for a possible zombie apocalypse if that gets weaponized by a crazy person )

Jump out the window hoping I happened to be on the first floor Would you be footing the bill for the flight and hotel if one of the winners is international?

Burst out of the room.

I would quickly grab my Bowie knife, lighter and cigarettes. (all 3 are on my desk) Jump out the window, (that's right by my desk to) go around my apartment, (Im in the end building to) jump over the 8ft fence that surrounds the the small backyard and grab my metal baseball bat, and go in through the back door and clear out the apartment, and start packing supplies afterwards.

Now that i think about it, my room is laid out well for slowing zombies down long enough for a quick escape. Lucky me.

i would be quite surprised by the apearance of the zombie after a couple of seconds of thinking id start shout "OH SH*T OH SH*T" jump out of my window and try to outrun anything possible before slowing down 20 steps outside my house where i would be eaten and mutilated. (ps cause im over weight and cant run for s**t :p)

I'd tell them to find a place to sit down and we'd play DayZ....What? They don't want our brains they are just looking for something to stave off their boredom. Why else do you think their eyes are cold and lifeless?

oh and this is just for laughs...I'm currently unemployed and can't afford a plane ticket right now

Well, I would begin by finding a new room. Preferably one that zombies were not bursting into. Failing this, I suppose I would die.

Wait, do I have my real-life Beretta 92FS with me in this imaginary room? Because if so, I would definitely shoot some zombies in the face before I went off to find myself a new room.

Wait, are any of these zombies people I know? Er... Used to know before they died and then came back to life? Because that would be awkward and a little bit uncomfortable. Unless of course, they were animated dead versions of people I wanted to shoot in the face when they were alive. Because then I would definitely shoot them in the face.

NOTE: I would never, ever shoot anything in the face that was not a zombie. Just so we're clear.

NOTE: Can't attend, just joining in.

I would begin to shout out the lyrics to 'Thriller'

Most likely, I'd mistake it for my older brother who shambles around like a zombie most of the time from being so tired. And he doesn't even drink alcohol. (If and when he does, he could probably quite easily pass for one..)
(I'd probably be screwed if that did happen, as I'm in a really small study with only one exit..!)

(From the UK, so I could make it I believe, but I'm under 16 so it'd need to be after school hours and such, unless it was on the Saturday and with a parent or guardian!)