
Yeah, this should the event that a massive Zombie apocalypse occur, I have everything planned out.
My partner: BEAR GRYLLS. Come on, just think of it, A British Spec Ops dude who knows the ins and outs of surviving. If that is unobtainable, then my friend PyroFox04 from DA will just be equally awesome. Nothing says "FUCK YOU" like a former senior airman drunk and pissed off like hell
My clothing: Since I would find myself rather uncomforable in BDUs I'd probably stick with the hunting cloths downstairs in my basement. The only thing I would HAVE to get is some baggy Camo pants, that way I can stuff all the pockets with ammo, grenades and shit after raiding the nearby National Guard depot and max security prison (and all the little gun shops in between.)
My weapon layout: What I would start out with would be the British .303 Enfield Sniper rifle and Winchester Lever action 30-30 (scoped) that reside in my basement. Both of which would be ditched for an M4 SOPMOD, AA-12, and M32 Grenade Launcher since they are of more common ammunition types. Sidearm? Forget it. If you are so desperate to resort to a pistol (Mind you a few, like the S&W Model 500 and the Desert Eagle are execptions to this rule) The you are pretty much fucked. You might as well as pull the pin on all your grenades and go out with a bang.
Location: Maryland
Stronghold: A deserted hunting cabin while in the woods, and the local Police department while in town.
My vehicle of choice: There's a fucking reason why it is called a PEACEKEEPER, bitch. over 5 tons of shear 1/4 inch plating goodness. And it is off-road capable too. And thanks to the turret on top, I can mount my .50 caliber MG or 40mm grenade launcher on it.
Inventory: Other than some med kits, Water, Ipod, and some MREs, yeah, it pretty much explains itself.
My partner: BEAR GRYLLS. Come on, just think of it, A British Spec Ops dude who knows the ins and outs of surviving. If that is unobtainable, then my friend PyroFox04 from DA will just be equally awesome. Nothing says "FUCK YOU" like a former senior airman drunk and pissed off like hell
My clothing: Since I would find myself rather uncomforable in BDUs I'd probably stick with the hunting cloths downstairs in my basement. The only thing I would HAVE to get is some baggy Camo pants, that way I can stuff all the pockets with ammo, grenades and shit after raiding the nearby National Guard depot and max security prison (and all the little gun shops in between.)
My weapon layout: What I would start out with would be the British .303 Enfield Sniper rifle and Winchester Lever action 30-30 (scoped) that reside in my basement. Both of which would be ditched for an M4 SOPMOD, AA-12, and M32 Grenade Launcher since they are of more common ammunition types. Sidearm? Forget it. If you are so desperate to resort to a pistol (Mind you a few, like the S&W Model 500 and the Desert Eagle are execptions to this rule) The you are pretty much fucked. You might as well as pull the pin on all your grenades and go out with a bang.
Location: Maryland
Stronghold: A deserted hunting cabin while in the woods, and the local Police department while in town.
My vehicle of choice: There's a fucking reason why it is called a PEACEKEEPER, bitch. over 5 tons of shear 1/4 inch plating goodness. And it is off-road capable too. And thanks to the turret on top, I can mount my .50 caliber MG or 40mm grenade launcher on it.
Inventory: Other than some med kits, Water, Ipod, and some MREs, yeah, it pretty much explains itself.
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