Moptophaha

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Member since: Feb 8 2009, 6:04 PM EST
Slogan: What hath night to do with sleep?
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About Me:
My name is Lachlan. After Z-Day, I will go by the name of Sonan. I was, once, simply a normal person. Nothing on my mind but the average musings of a student.
Until, of course, one simple misunderstanding brought me to a stark, painful realisation.
The fateful day occurred when I was 16. It was over my summer break, and I was sleeping peacefully at approximately 8:00am.
Next door to my house, there lives a gigantic rottweiler. An enourmous and aggressive dog, I try to avoid it as much as I can. Today, however, I could not ignore it? Why?
It was moaning. Not the simple whinings of a dog, or even a low-rattling growl. This was the long, mournful howl of a dog that had lost its mind...or perhaps its mortality.
Even though it was this sound that woke me and my head was still blurry, the sound chilled me to the core. I sprang out of bed, straining my ears, to ensure that I had indeed heared correctly. Sure enough, the sound came again. I hurreidly dressed in long-sleeved clothes and jeans, grabbed my hockey stick, and tentatively went outside.
I heared sirens, and screaming in the distance.
I had never before considered the possibility of a zombie outbreak, and thus was cursing myself. I was not prepared. I had no plan. I immediately locked all of the doors to the house, and placed my three hockey sticks at intervals, in case zombies should get in and gain ground, I would still have a weapon on hand. I instructed my family not to leave the house, but they did not take me seriously. I feared for their safety.
I began to plough the internet for any information I could find, but all I discovered was joke information. Nothing even remotely useful. If only I had found this site then.

It turned out to be nothing. The sirens were causing the dog next door to make the strange howls, and the screaming was children at a pool party several houses away.
But the incident did bring something to light, for me. That a zombie outbreak was very possible, and that I wasn't prepared.
I have been searching for reliable information since that day, to properly prepare myself, and today, I find myself here, at what might just be humanity's last hope.

Viva Huamnity.


My Survival Plan:
My “handle” should you look for you on the radio waves or web:
I will most likely be on the web, so long as the 3G towers stay up. There are a variety of wireless, handheld devices that can pick up the signal.
My location: Melbourne, Australia
Is my plan dependent on zombies in your home town, or anywhere?
No. I believe a good plan should be flexible, and applicable almost anywhere. Contingency is everything
Will I be staying in my home or headed somewhere else?
Most likely I will move from my current location. The population is too dense for it to be safe. If you should want to meet up with me, I will wait at the junction of Main Neerim and Neerim North roads for as long as I can after Z-Day. To get there, head out of Melbourne along the Eastlink Freeway, then along the Maroondah Highway. Once you get to the Yarra Junction, head south along Yarra Junction Noojee Road. Keep going until you hit Main Neerim Road. Head south along that until you find me. Good luck.
If I'm heading out, how do I plan to get there?
I will initially take the family car, with luck my family will still be alive. From there, I will try and obtain a more sturdy vehicle, with space to take supplies and fuel. Then it is simply me and the open road. I will travel from place to place, in sparsely populated areas. Australia is only really population-dense around the coast.
Got anyone I want to take with me?
I will take as many living family members as I can.
How will I communicate with the outside world, or do I plan to go the hermit route?
A UPS powered by batteries along with a rechargable wireless device capable of accessing the internet using mobile signals will be my primary communication to society, though I will most likely have a radio with me also.
How am I planning to get food and water?
Food and water can be gathered from the environment, if necessary.
What’s my weapon of choice? Do you need to reload that thing? Gotta plan for that?
I do not intend on fighting zombies, but if the necessity arrives, I will use long, blunt instruments, due to their ease of use and high durability. A block-splitter, or a hockey stick most likely.
Got a survival philosophy?
Survive. There is nothing else.
Am I willing to hook up with other survivors?
Definitely. There is safety and strength in numbers. See above for how to contact me after Z-Day. If too much time has passed, then ignore trying to meet up with me specifically, and just try to find a safehouse.
Is my plan based on a book/movie/blog/scientist other survivors may have heard of?
No. My plan is based on common sense. Heroism will result in nothing but more losses, and most published survival plans involve an awful lot of it.


My score and score summary on the non-lame zombie survival test: If only it was still up.



Latest page update: Feb 11 2009, 3:29 AM EST