Yes, I will admit it, I have a zombie apocalypse plan prepared.
Now, do I think I will survive for more than a year or so? No. But I have a fortified basement filled with canned goods, Twinkies, booze (oh dear god, don’t forget the booze) and enough books and graphic novels stockpiled that I can finally catch up on all my reading (Strange, this is similar to my unemployment plan…hmmm) so that the year will most likely be spent quite enjoyably (sans the murder and mayhem of course).
But the one thing I realize that I need to make sure of is that when all hell breaks loose, my cat is completely taken care of in every possible way.
Because there’s a good chance that she will seize this opportunity to finally do what I fear she has always wanted to do…eat my brain.
After the break you will see why this is a reality.
Source: Boing Boing