Them Zombies Ain't Touchin Me.

If zombies really did have an uprising, I'd surely be the last to go. My first step would be to prepare for the long haul. I'd gather those who I love and cherish altogether, and use my dad's guns and ammo to defend myself, as well as hand out extras to those who need it. I'd find the proper means of transportation (car, bus, the likes) and make sure that my group is fueled up. My group would also need to stock up on food. After completely preparing for the worst, my crew and I would proceed to leave the place of residence at which we had been staying in preparation for our trip and head towards a more southern region, as the climate would be warmer, and the cities would be less-populated. From there, we would travel across the southern half of the country as to pillage the leftovers of wherever we may end up going. As I'd expect us to be consistently traveling, there wouldn't be much that could touch us in our vehicles. And we'd have enough people to back us up if we needed to refuel, that zombie attacks wouldn't really be much of a problem.