See, I knew there's a reason I went on Atkins and dropped fifty pounds. Zombies are coming. I've had this thought too. But I want to bring the fight to them, not hole up in some bunker.
Places of interest to Zombies would be where humans congregate. Malls, grocery stores, airports, subways, the ever-popular zombie-laden post office, and of course, for the **** of it, Starbucks...
My weapons of choice: Personally, I like an AR-15 (is that what are troops are using now?) with a grenade launcher, a mini-type machine gun, a sawed-off twelve gauge sticking out of my backpack full of shells and x-tra grenades, and for sweet up close and personals, a thigh-holstered snub-nose .357.
You also need your Zombie sniffing dog. Some mongrel that's about 200 pounds. I figure his name will be Tex, Tugboat or Blood. Over the weekend I got the lowdown on Neopolitan Mastiffs - I was told they are definitely one-person dogs that don't really like other people or animals. Hmmm...sounds good 'nuff for me. Or maybe one can train a wolf. A hyena perhaps?
Okay, vehicle: ever see "Sorcerer." That truck Roy Scheider drove in the movie with all the lights - that'll do. Or a real military issue HumVee. Or a Unimog.
Residence: in Malibu, high atop a hill, there's a castle - a real castle. Techweenie knows where it is, I bet. Anyway, put some movement-guided machine guns up there in the turrets, sit back with a martini and cigar, and it'll be like kicking it under the bug zapper - only now, you hear "whir-clatter-clatter-clatter-clatter-whir-clatter-clatter-clatter-clatter-whir-clatter-clatter-clatter-clatter..."
