The garage door for my building is being repaired and it totally opens a hole in my zombie security system. And in my regular security system too, but getting my car broken into worries me way less. I mean shambling hoards are worse than a stolen stereo right?
I’m convinced, after much research (and by research I mean watching zombie shows until I scream out loud and my husband makes me turn them off “for my own good”) that everyone needs a good zombie apocalypse plan. I won’t bore you with my entire plan (it is detailed and vast) but the door to my apartment building’s parking garage does play a significant role. You see, what I’ve learned from zombie shows is that once you get yourself into a “safe zone”, you have to make a plan for keeping that zone, well, safe. Going in and out to get supplies and rescue survivors is inevitably what bites our heroes in the ass, ruining a perfectly good plan to re-populate the world from a suburban mall, or prison. Enter, my kill zone plan.
Our building has two parking areas, the top area is for commercial use and has a big gate to keep out those without the power of the swipe card. Can you see where this is going? I figure when I go out on supply runs and rescue missions, after the zombies rise, some zombies may follow me into the first garage section. This would normally be bad. I mean no one wants to unload booty from the looted Costco while dodging the jaws of the undead. But, in the case of my building, once the gate closes you are in what I loving refer to as the zombie kill zone, because to get to the residential parking in my building you have to drive down several stories then use a different fob to gain access to the second parking area.
So, once that first gate closes, I will have a limited number of zombies to “clear” from the commercial section before driving into the “safe zone” of the residential parking section. Brilliant. Right? And crazy you say? Could be both. But because I’m a writer a bit of crazy sometimes helps. Except nothing can help right now, because one of the garage doors is being repaired and if the zombies choose to rise tonight, that part of my plan will be shot to hell and I will have to rely on my system of zip lines to get supplies and survivors into the building. Welcome to my world…I’m mostly kidding.
In other news I did three fun things today. I wrote a bit of a love song for a friend’s wedding. I received an order from my boss to make our internal website “sexy”. (How cool is that?) And, I managed to spend an hour writing. Yay me!
Imagine you are the leader of a group which has somehow managed to survive the rise of the undead. How would you keep your little group of survivors safe in the zombie apocalypse? Would you build an elaborate set of zip lines between high rise buildings to avoid streets full of contagious zombies bent on eating brains? Would you run to a remote location? Perhaps creating your very own safe zone on a bluff with walls so steep that not even the fast running zombies from 28 Days Later could get you? Or would you build an urban castle out of a well-stocked mall? Spend twenty minutes exploring the possibilities for survival. Happy writing.
Sharing: (I had to put a message in a Christmas Card, so I threw this together. I love this sort of thing, I think I really missed a calling as a greeting card writer.)
Jingle, ring, crinkle and chorus,
Announces the joy of the season before us.
Hark to the season, hark to the call,
Of gifts not purchased from the mall.
Laughter, children, family and friends,
Warm hearts, full homes and joined hands.