So a week or so ago, I had the weirdest conversation with my Dad. See, he read Married With Zombies. Now this is a weird thing anyway. First, he’s not a zombie fan. He’s more a “grounded in real life” guy. Which is cool, but he just doesn’t really go for Sci-Fi/Fantasy normally. Second, he’s not read any of my books before (I also write romance under another name and I didn’t want him scarred for life so this was a good thing for both of us). But he decided to read MWZ and so I waited with bated breath in the hopes he would like it.
So then he called me. And he liked it (phew) but he also had some things to say. Mostly about what we would do in a zombie apocalypse. Let me reiterate… I had a conversation with my very “grounded in reality” Dad about what we would do in a zombie apocalypse. Here was his plan:
1. Get to my parents. This was the step that we were least concerned with, though to be honest, it’s the one that screws my pooch the most. Um, I live in Illinois, my parents live in Idaho. We have a lot of miles to cover to get there. Lots of zombie-infested miles. Oh well. I guess we’ll work it out when the apocalypse starts. Right? Right? Shit.
2. Sort out the weaponry. My Dad is a sportsman, so there is a lot of weaponry to be sorted out. Which is… awesome. I think we may have debate about who gets which gun, but he’ll win. So there’s that.
3. Start shooting. He says we’ll just need people to help us reload, so I guess that will be Mom’s job? She’s a pretty good shot herself, though, so it seems a waste. But at any rate, apparently we’ll be just firing, trading off guns and firing some more. Sounds like fun, eh?
Now I discussed this plan with my mother and she mentioned a few issues. First, she brought up that they have a huge picture window on the front of the house. Problem. But see, this is why we will all have jobs. Someone will have to sure up that window while all the shooting is going on.
All in all, it was one of the weirdest conversations I’ve ever had with either of my parents. And yet, it’s good to know they’re ready for the inevitable zombie apocalypse. One less thing to worry about.
So how about all of you? Any of you had these important conversations with your family? What’s your zombie apocalypse plan?