The rules:
One week has passed. You were safely on-board a small boat your friend, Steve, owns and operates regularly. The two of you showed up early to go out fishing and to practice scuba techniques later in Lake Michigan when the Racine harbor park was overrun. The radio you have has been broadcasting interviews with federal officials and military personnel who have been calling the outbreak “the worst in the history of the world.” They also said that whenever someone gets killed by the assailants, that person comes back to life within 24 hours to attack someone else and the disease appears to spread by the exchange of bodily fluids, which is easily done as the attackers eat their targets. Unfortunately, any infected bodily fluids introduced into a living body also turns the person into one of the cannibals.
“Whatever, they’re zombies,” Steve says.
“So we take out their head and they die. Where’s the difficulty in that?” you ask.
“You ever fire at a moving target before?”
You shake your head.
“Okay. Imagine the target wants to eat you to death and there’s about 100,000 of them waiting for us to go back to shore. They won’t stop once they see you. They won’t stop because they’re hurt. They’ll only stop when you blow their ****in’ brains away. Think you can get a headshot on a moving target now?”
Another week passes. With a dangerously low amount of food (the gas supply is fine as Steve has only used enough gas to keep away from shore), Steve asks you to find his map below deck and try to find a fairly isolated place that’s close enough to a small town so the two of you can go for supplies. You pick Zion, Illinois, because you know it’s close enough to the coast to walk to and there’s a gun shop on the side of the city you would be entering. You pick Wintrop Harbor to dock at and take a car down to Hosah Park to dock at because it’s a straight 1.5 mile walk to Zion.
“That’s two blocks from a hospital,” Steve notices.
“You think zombies would still be hanging around there without a source of food?”
“Isn’t there some other place we can go?”
“Not unless you want to walk about 40 miles round trip,” you say. “This way it’s only 3 miles and I know for a fact there’s a market near the gun shop. We’ll be in an out in no time.”
Steve puts the sail up and uses the wind to travel the 20 miles down to Hosah Park but the sun sets before you can get there and the two of you agree to head out at dawn. He anchors his boat and you set your determination about the daunting task that faces you in the morning.
“Hey, wake up.”
You crack your eyes open and see the familiar ceiling tiles you see every morning. You look out the window and see the brilliant shades of pre-dawn gold and scarlet already making their way across the sky. You get up and follow your friend to the deck. The weather is a little chilly but you expect the sun to warm the world soon. Steve fires up the engine and brings the boat as close as he dares to the dock while you take the two full-face scuba masks and two spare jackets from a storage container under one of the seats on deck. The boat inches forward until you feel the rumble of the engine turn into the gentle lapping of the small waves. Steve ties the boat off and joins you as you zip the jacket up and take the dive bag (which already has the boat’s emergency kit tucked away inside). You also hand the lone titanium crowbar to Steve, who tells you to take it since he already grabbed the flare gun from the emergency kit. You wonder how effective the kit will be now since the main possible weapon was removed, but keep it anyway because you never know what you’ll need to survive. You both don the masks to keep any and all liquids from coming in contact with your faces.
As you step off your friend’s boat, you realize how quiet the world is: no people talking, no birds chattering, no cars driving past, just the gentle sounds of the wind and the lake. You keep looking around nervously, waiting for a zombie to spot the two of you and try to kill you, but there’s nothing around you except Steve. You make it to the parking lot and Steve tells you to check every car to see if anyone left the keys. He walks off to the nearest car and you head to the next row of vehicles. After searching 18 cars, Steve shouts to you that he found a car with keys inside. You jog over, throw the dive bag into the back seat, and hop in the passenger seat as he starts the four door black sedan.
Steve rips off his scuba mask after making sure the doors are all locked and the windows are up. You do the same. He starts the car up and within minutes you’re driving past Hosah Park. You scan for any indication of zombies but there is no sign of them or any humans or animals, for that matter. Steve pulls up to the railroad crossing a block away from the city.
“We should head in on foot, it’ll be less noise,” he tells you.
“But we’re going to have our arms full with the dive bag full of guns and the food,” you say.
“I know but...I think we can be quick enough that we won’t have to worry much. Maybe we can pick up a duffel bag in the gun store for the food.”
Do you
A.) Head into Zion on foot with Steve.
B.) Tell Steve to drive into the city.
C.) Take the car and drive into Zion without Steve.
D.) Split up have Steve get the food while you get the guns.
