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Must be a good shot, have own weapon and ammo. Must be in good cardio shape. Must know "Zombieland" rules. Snorers become zombie bait!
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Ok, I'm taking a lighthearted approach at something a bit more serious. Somebody said something today that struck a chord with me, and it had to do with feeling safe. I started thinking about that subject and it left me a little retrospective. When was the last time that I felt safe?
It's not that I don't feel safe when I'm with my friends, I do. But there's always an edge....do you know what I mean? It isn't their job to keep me safe. I'm not their priority, the other people in their families are. So I really don't have anyone that I'm a priority to...
Don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself and I'm capable of doing what needs to be done. But how long can a person be careful, wary, on top of things? I worry that I may get complacent and slip up...that's when bad things happen. I worry that since I can't see behind me, that something may sneak up when I least expect it.
I want to rest my head and not worry that I may have to wake up quickly and defend myself. Knowing that I feel this way on a small level makes me wonder about being in combat and always being cautious. Although you do have your brothers and sisters watching your back, so that's cool. Kinda reminds me of the Creed song "Whose Got My Back Now".
That's ok. The scary part is that I'm going to be so tough and cautious that I'll let the right guy slip through my fingers...
I NEED A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE PARTNER!!!
1 comment:
Woot woot. We need a whole pack if it comes down to it. Everyone banning together... But I totally get what you are saying.
I hope you don't let the one slip passed. I never imagined me and Ben at the start... It was new, it was fun... But I didn't see a future. And then...... It just happened and it works. I know I got lucky!!!!
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