Question of the Day 7-31-2018

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In the event of a Zombie apocalypse what would you do? Do you think you would survive?

First, I would panic my head off and hide as long as possible. Then, hopefully, survival mode would shift into gear and I’d start thinking. If I wasn’t safe where I was, I would pack up everything possible – including pets – and head out for a safer place. In my Zombie Apocalypse, all the modern conveniences would still be available, at least for a time. That way I could pack everything in my car and drive.

Now, if 75% of the world’s population just zapped into Zombies because of, say, a solar flare which also destroyed the power grids, leaving the world without modern conveniences, I like to think I would stay put. I would barricade my house. I would take anything useful from my neighbor’s homes (Sorry, neighbors, but in my Apocalypse you are all dead anyway, cause, you know, I’m the one who survived) and hunker down to wait.

Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to live in an Apocalyptic future. Would I survive on my own? Or would I be one of those helpless ones who fail miserably at keeping themselves alive and safe? Food for thought and for writing great stories, but I hope – in real life – the Zombie Apocalypse holds off for a few more years. At least.

Question of the Day 7-30-2018

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If you were stranded, would you rather be in the arctic, the desert, the mountains or the jungle?

The mountains. The Arctic would be freezing; the desert would be hot and dry, the jungle wet and thick and have lots of deadly animals. The mountains are much safer. Not the Alps. Not bare rock. Not Yeti country or any such thing. Old growth forest probably.

When I think of being stranded on the mountains, I think of My Side of the Mountain by  Jean Craighead George. Boy runs away from home to live on a mountain. He lives in a huge burned-out tree, finds food, survives the winter, befriends the animals and learns valuable lessons about life and independence.

This is my kind of stranded. Surviving on my own but…. well, if things don’t work out, I can always go home again.

 

JSW Prompt 7-30-2018

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Sunday Photo Fiction 7-28-2018

Sunday Photo Fiction

SPF July 22 2018 (2 of 1)

Photo Credit:C.E. Ayr

The ride wouldn’t be hard, not physically, but mentally? Frankly, I had no desire to bike across any state with Marcus. Who would? Not many people like to be controlled and Marcus was a whiz at control.

When he’d first shown up, I’d felt sorry for him and so I’d invited him to hang. I’m such a chump. All my friends say so.

We left at dusk, riding several hours into the night before he would allow a stop. The sky was a spectacle. The night cold. I lay all night fantasizing about sneaking away.

Did I?

Five days which would have melted the Devil was enough. After midnight, I rose, quiet, and snuck away, wheeling my bike beside me. Hitched a ride home after ditching the bike.

Never biked since.

Always told people he moved away, decide to bike the world.

Who knew?