What's yours? I am going to barricade myself in the local Peel Tower with 2,000 sour cream and chive Pringles, a year's supply of Felix and the cat. We'll be fine. If all else fails, me and the cat can consume Mr Bats then beat the zombies to death with his gnawed thigh bone.

We were going to head down to the Coast and find ourselves one of those superyachts (probably previously owned by P Diddy) - we'll have a whole deck of food and booze supplies and then cruise on down to somewhere warm and bling out on the ocean waves - no zombies can get you there

That's what they reckoned in Dawn of the Dead.

I shall find me a little cottage in the Lake District and sit it out with Cillian Murphy.

I've explained my plan in detail on here before, but then Lucy ruined it by pointing out flaws. So I will have to think of a new one.

I'd probably quiver in fear, and be one of the ones that gets zapped straight away.

I'm going to buy a hammer soon and some railway sleepers. I'm going to nail the sleepers to the ground floor windows and front door. I'm not sure if I should nail up my secret door to the disused stairwell? If the other residents in this building become zombies they could potentially kick that door in even though it's very solid and has two bolts on it. There is one first floor window that can be accessed by a wall, so I might have to sort that one too. :worry:

I'm going to start propagating some seeds tomorrow, so there will be fresh food to eat in a few months when my stocks have diminished.

My plan has been altered somewhat by dint of not having one of the main requirements to hand since I moved, so I'll be running down to the really dodgy shop down the road for some weed, getting it home, locking the doors and seeing in the end of the world happy. The previous plan was to get some weed and round up the hot but really annoying bloke I fancy but shouldn't and seeing in the apocalypse really, really happy. I've not found anyone down here to fit the bill yet, so stoned will have to do. I have no survival skills to speak of, can't run fast and would not cope at all well in a post-apocalyptic world, so I might as well go out as well as I can.

It's starting

It is?

What makes you say that?