A plastic cup and some sticky notes, the zombies don't stand a chance.

 

A half-empty can of Dr. Pepper and an empty bag of Veggie Wheat Thins.

 

A giant poster of a zebra. I take this to mean that my weapon is not the poster, but, in fact, the zebra.

Bring on the zebra cavalry!

 

My brother's dress shoes, an unopened pack of toilet paper, a giant decorative fan, and a mercury light bulb.

 

Hmm... two external hard-drives, a copy of Flight of the Eisenstein, a ton of power cords and a power bar... and a six foot metal floor lamp.

THE EMPEROR PROTECTS, AND I SHALL METE OUT HIS WRATH TO THE DAEMONS WITH MY MIGHTY FLOOR LAMP!

 

I have a window. I'm sure I can use the glass.

but in reality I don't carry my zombie weopens with me everywhere. You stash multiple stock piles everywhere for easy access.

My closest stock pile under my bed is a hockey stick, Paintball gun with illegal game play strenth spring that chronos well past 400, a survivalist knife I bought for camping, A shit load of flashlights, and paintball gear based body armor. Let em try biting through that.

My other stock pile in the garage includes an inflatable dingy I conveniently store in an old backpack with its peddal inflator, and paddles, for quick get away.

If given half an hour of time to scrounge together I can make it to the nearest river and comondear a full size abandoned boat and sale my way to starvation on the open sea's as I have no food.

I've been waiting for this topic to come up.

 

Nitrous Monster can...empty, and a table with a couple of heavy chairs.

 

My bedroom window.

Laptops are weird.

 

One double barrel shotgun, two scoped hunting rifles, an automatic combat shotgun that my dad got when he was in the service, a regular twelve gauge, a 9m and ammunition for all of the above. Also have a couple pairs of brass knuckles and roughly 30 knives last time I counted.

My grandpa gives me the oddest things for my birthday.

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This is only stuff to our left right?

 

A glass of water and a hammer with a nice long handle for bite-free melee combat. If only it was things to my right... *Sighs and stares at gun safe forlornly*

 

A small tv, a Dreamcast, and a pile of games for it.

Fuck your zombie apocalypse, I'm going to go play some Jet Grind Radio and Marvel v. Capcom 2.

 

An Arab scimitar and shield. Both ancestral weapons. So I figure I can take down one or two before dying myself.

 

Damn! All I have is one of those plastic electric tennis rackets that you kill bugs with. Maybe if I get a really, really big battery...

 

A mounted moose head, a two meter tall cactus, my walking stick and my copy of Baldurs Gate 2.

 

The thing in the picture is a Bass. Pers and me are way better off than that guy.

 

You and I, shall fend off the zombie hordes with our mighty floor lamp pole-arms both.

 

I have a baseball bat, 2 litres of tequila, litre of jaegermeister, a big-ass maglite and lot's of paper and a full trash can.


I will at least die drunk and maybe kill 1 or 2 with my bat, lucky.

 

A speaker, a pen, a cup full of change, a bird diaper, a cell-phone, a piece of paper, and a roll of tissue for when I shit myself.

 

Sigh, kids these days, they think get drunk where as any rational person would automatically jump to Molotovs with extra materials and then get drunk.

 

Because zombies on fire are SO much better than zombies not on fire...