see, darky has a point.
anyone points and laughs at me for not owning a gun cops an axe to the face (or some harsh words), you see, if i had a gun, i would have eaten it (Read: blown the back of my fucking head off) quite some time ago.
axes are painful ways of dying, and i am a coward when it comes to pain, hence my being alive.
in any case, in times of zombie uprisings, id grab an axe, go to a mates place and get their sword, then proceed to leave the outer melbourne suburb i live in, i would make my way to my mates joint, whereupon we move to his freinds place to arm pourselves with firearms.
then theres the whole id probably die because i now dont have a car and my amtes joint is 45 minutes drive.
then again its fukitol, im gonna do my best to lower zombie numbers.
die a glorious death.
but a death will most likely be extraordinarily agonising and quite possibly drive me insane (what, with large chunks of flesh being BITTEN OFF ie:BIG FUCKING PINCH THEN THE FLESH TEARS, THEN THE MUSCLES TEAR, ALL THE WHILE THIS FUCKING HURTS YOU LOTS. REMEMBER KIDS, SOMEONE BITING YOU AND LEAVING TEETHMARKS IS NOTHING COMPARED TO HAVING A CHUNK OF FLESH BITTEN OFF!)
TL:DR?: WMD cracks the shits then explaisn why in terms of zombie apocalypse, a. he's dead, b. its gonna fucking hurt, but pain is temporary, knowing that you died doing whats right lasts, well, till you die i guess.