So what's a man to do on the verge of a massive zombie apocalypse outbreak with 5 hours left to go before shit hits the fan?
"Uh yeah can I get 10 beefy five layers a box of doritos locos tacos and a large mountain dew baja blast?"
"Would you like cool ranch, nacho cheese or fiery Loco tacos?" the teen asks me punching in my order.
"Uhhh I'll prolly regret this later on gimme the fiery." I tell him.
"Do you want those to be supreme tacos or regular?" he asks.
"Surpeme."
"Alright your order comes to $37.60 is that for here or to go?"
I hand the man the cash "To go please."
I get my change and walk over to grab my sauces while I wait.
Lunch is an important part of the day my boys.
After my meal is ready I head back to my bitching ice cream truck ignoring the strange looks and start chowing down on my five layer.
First stop is Walmart.
I park and quickly make my way inside. I grab myself a cart and head towards the frozen food sections. I toss in a couple things of steaks, frozen veggies, bags of rice, grab some seasonings and other basics. I have a freezer in the truck and food is important. next up I grab some clothes as I have no idea how long I'll actually be here and this is all I've got.
Next up I make my way over to the camping section. I grab myself a few rations some lanterns and a radio. get a few sleeping bags. just a basic set up. But I also grab a neat little item it looks like a ball and it has a foot pedal you put in water and your clothes and use the pedal and it gets your clothes clean. Nice.
On to the next items. I grab a little electric cooker I can plug in to the van to cook my food. a pot and a pan and some silverware. I grab 2 cases of water. And some washrags. just in case toilet paper dissappear I can use rags.
I have a full loaded shopping cart of survival and food goods and I just walk right out the front door flashing my ID to the welcome person who let's me pass.
I stuff everything into the back of my truck storing all my food goods in the freezer.
4 hours left til havoc.
I make my way to the nearest gun store and head inside.
"This is a s.t.a.r.s emergency I'm going to need your help on acquiring ammo and any other items you might suggest to me sir and be quick." I tell the burly man behind the counter.
"of course sir may I see your identification though." I show him and he starts to pull out boxes.
"What do you need." he asks with a serious face.
"I need ammo for machine guns, shotguns, glocks, desert eagles and 50 caliber." I start listing off items. "You can write up a receipt for me to sign and send it straight to the main building to get paid. Do you also have any spare tactical bullet proof vests?"
"Of course sir." he replies heading off to the back as I start taking things to the truck. The reason I didn't do this before was because there were cameras all over the operation room and people where already being notified of someone taking weapons so I couldn't stay there. Too many questions to answer.
I grab more spare guns and load up machine gun ammo for my trucks hood mounted guns.
After about 30 minutes of loading stuff I'm pretty sure I'm really good to go.
"Anything else you need sir?" he asks me curiously.
"Wouldn't have a sword would ya?"
"Nope just guns." he shakes his head.
"Alright now before I go you might want to lock and load and get your family ready there's about to be some nasty stuff going down man." I tell him with a serious face.
"will do sir." he quickly heads back inside closing and locking the door.
little over 3 hours left I quickly make my way near the umbrella corp mansion keeping a safe distance away.
I look at my new survival watch I got the Walmart made out of paracord and has a little survival knife and fire starter on it and set up an alarm.
I head to the back of the truck and start organizing items. Loading guns, putting on attachments. getting rid of useless shit in my utility belt and replacing items. The fuck am I gunna need pepper spray for? I happily munch another burrito while I prepare.
Always check your gear and count your bullets before you do anything. You don't want to go in only to get fucked by a gun malfunction or safety being on or just not having fucking bullets.
I make a small medical kit for one of my pouches. Start putting up clothes in the little storage area and organizing spare guns and ammo I ended up with 3 spare tactical bullet proof vests aswell.
we can't have a messy bedroom in the apocalypse. That would be bad. I have a full tub of ammo sitting next to me. I fill a couple spare clips and tuck those into my pockets. I'm fixing to go into a zombie infested maze of death. I'm gunna need more than 20 bullets. I attach a flashlight and a laser sight to my pistols. it going to be dark and I'm not going to want to carry a flashlight this will do.
After everything is as ready as I can get it I close my eyes and get my bearings. No use going in on an adrenaline rush gotta be calm and collected.