Anyhoodyhow, back to the origional reason for this post. For myself, it would depend greatly if this was a true friend I knew before “Z-Hour” hit or just another survivor I met along the way. A friend I would offer comfort to and ease his journey. If I have an ampule of morphine, I'm keepin it. But a little toke of grass for my passing friend? You betch ya!

The guy that's part of the PUG (Pick Up Group)? *KAPOW* ala Land of the Dead. Strip em down, take his food and ammo. “Oh, nice boots Tex, guess you won't be needin them any longer eh?” Split his/her gear up evenly amongst the group while letting the recently ventilated's friends get first grabs. This is to ease their pain and load em up on a little guilt so they can't point fingers at you for adding an extra hole to their friend's cranium.

There are so many other subjects to discuss…
What vehicle to use? Go green or get mean?!
Clothing? Thick leather or should I just salt myself after rolling in butter?
Weapons? Full auto or semi? Rifles are a must, but what kind of sidearm would you carry? Don't forget about meele weapons!
Where to live? I have already posted my thoughts on this and I stand firm that it is the safest way.
We'll leave sex out fo the convesation for now. You need to answer the privious questions before you can even begin to eyeball that blonde that's screaming her pretty little head off.

I smiled when I read what you would seak in a group member. I spent 7 years in teh Marine Corps Infantry. I'm still active duty, but I've been an Independant Duty Corpsman (medic) for over a decade now. *ahem* I was also a Boy Scout and I have over 5 years of living at sea. So… when Z-Hour hits, head to the prison closest to Petaluma, CA. Announce yourself good an loud and come palms up. Or you might just get sniped. : )

p.s. I claim dibs on the term “Z-Hour”. : P

Anyhoodyhow, back to the origional reason for this post. For myself, it would depend greatly if this was a true friend I knew before “Z-Hour” hit or just another survivor I met along the way. A friend I would offer comfort to and ease his journey. If I have an ampule of morphine, I'm keepin it. But a little toke of grass for my passing friend? You betch ya!

The guy that's part of the PUG (Pick Up Group)? *KAPOW* ala Land of the Dead. Strip em down, take his food and ammo. “Oh, nice boots Tex, guess you won't be needin them any longer eh?” Split his/her gear up evenly amongst the group while letting the recently ventilated's friends get first grabs. This is to ease their pain and load em up on a little guilt so they can't point fingers at you for adding an extra hole to their friend's cranium.

There are so many other subjects to discuss…
What vehicle to use? Go green or get mean?!
Clothing? Thick leather or should I just salt myself after rolling in butter?
Weapons? Full auto or semi? Rifles are a must, but what kind of sidearm would you carry? Don't forget about meele weapons!
Where to live? I have already posted my thoughts on this and I stand firm that it is the safest way.
We'll leave sex out fo the convesation for now. You need to answer the privious questions before you can even begin to eyeball that blonde that's screaming her pretty little head off.

I smiled when I read what you would seak in a group member. I spent 7 years in teh Marine Corps Infantry. I'm still active duty, but I've been an Independant Duty Corpsman (medic) for over a decade now. *ahem* I was also a Boy Scout and I have over 5 years of living at sea. So… when Z-Hour hits, head to the prison closest to Petaluma, CA. Announce yourself good an loud and come palms up. Or you might just get sniped. : )

p.s. I claim dibs on the term “Z-Hour”. : P