Thread: Grave times indeed

I'm thinking a galil with roll off night vision scope and red dot, with meter'd peeps.

Several loaded magazines, and a browning high power or FiveSeven handgun.

MREs and drinking water, 4 inch pipe claymores, Semi with a trailer full of diesel.


Sad thing is, I actually have all this.
Except the claymores, but those are pretty simple to make.


Match heads, 4 inch threaded pipes 8 inches long, and a handful of ball bearings.

Interchangeably with liberal apocalypse.

Originally Posted by Silver

30+ women with PMT. Give that rage some healthy direction.

I might be speaking for my self, but I would probably want to distance my self from marginally irrational women, in the event.

Even with a truck full of ammo, one couldn't possibly clear even a small town. Even the slow shambling version would easily overrun even a mounted machine gun. There is a reason soldiers, cops, etc. are trained to aim for center mass. You're not realistically going to make multiple rapid head shots for even a few dozen shots in a row, let alone a few thousand.

Any shrapnel producing explosive would have an extremely minimal effect, as unless some shards happen to go through their heads all you will accomplish is knocking them down for a moment. Maybe their legs come off, then you get to watch out for the damnable things crawling out from under everything as they continue to claw their way toward you.

As for the women with PMT.....I'll take my chances with the Zeds. Some monsters just shouldn't be messed with.

When it comes to Zombies, you run. When it comes to insane females...well....always save the last bullet for yourself.

Originally Posted by Silver

See what you guys haven't thought about, or haven't mentioned openly is the ideal front row defence in any zombie attack, is 30+ women with PMT. Give that rage some healthy direction.

Agent Orange - "Sorry ladies, due to the zombies there is no more chocolate!!!"
Furious mob of angry women with PMT (with strategically ripped clothing) - "WHAT??!!!!! @&*&@^!! Charge!!!!!!!!"

Dayum! (Lose the shotguns, and) I wanna be a Zombie!
We can talk.