Surviving a Zombie APOCALYPSE

I guess I misunderstood the meaning of the guidelines established at the beginning. When my opponent mentioned 'you', I assumed that meant the entire party. Instead, he meant that literally. :P I, myself, could only carry three weapons, and anybody else I find could also carry up to three. Oh well, I think that the seclusion of the spot I have found will require only minimal weapons, anyway. ~~~~~ List of Items: Available Vehicles: Fishing Trawler Ford Ranger pickup truck ~ Weapons: 2 Pickaxes 2 Pulaski axes 2 steel bars with finely honed edges (double edged steel staffs) M16A2 Rifle with 10,000 rounds of ammunition M203 Grenade Launcher and Fourty Grenades Flame thrower and sufficient fuel for fourty consecutive minutes Remington Model 870 Pump Action Shotgun Possessed by former lighthouse keeper, along with 1,000 rounds of ammunition 2 P229 .40 Calibre Coast Guard issue pistols (the Coast Guard pilot possessed his service pistol and also confiscated the recently deceased crewman's. He's been carrying them about along with seven clips of ammunition) Fishing nets ~ Other: Matches, cigarette lighters and a drum of oil. Food, juice, water and can opener. Blankets and sleeping bags Warm clothes, steel toed boots kerosene lantern and electric lantern Flashlight Swiss Army knife 200 yards of rope kitchen implements and various lighthouse tools. Even a bed etc. ~~~~~~~ All right, so as I had previously mentioned, we dock our Trawler at Boston Light on Great Brewster Island. We begin unloading only to find that, surprisingly, the lighthouse keeper, though relatively elderly, and his wife (both about 56 years of age), managed to escape the Zombie resurrection by barricading themselves into the lighthouse. They are superstitious souls and believed the world had been ending upon this night. Hence, their reason for being prepared. They have full stores of food and drink in the cellar of their home. They don't help us with the unloading, but the old man relates his life story to us while we do the work, and his wife cooks us a warm meal. It is, upon our relation of recent events, astonishing to know that the old man purchased a Remington Pump Action Shotgun for duck hunting just a few years ago. We both are jubilant at the news of an extra weapon, not to mention the fact that the chap possesses a Pulaski axe and several hammers and shovels (namely a sledge hammer is of importance). As it's 4:45, we wolf our food down and begin to pour oil along a strip from side to side of the sandbar, from the drum. This drains half of the drum, leaving us with another hald left in case we need to make another fire wall. Then, we dig a long trench through the sandbar (only thing linking the rocky peninsula to the mainland). We make the trench four feet deep and two feet wide all the way across the narrow sandbar. The lighthouse Keeper (Mr. Crowley) gives us a hand for half an hour before building a narrow lumber bridge so that we are capable of easily crossing to the oil line. We're done by 6:00. At this time, we dig various deep holes, throwing the dirt onto tarps Mr. Crowley provided, and throw the nets over top. The zombies won't be able to tell netting from firm ground and will fall into the holes. Then, we can simply haul the tarps of dirt back over the holes, effectively burying each zombie. I'm running out of time, I'm afraid, so I won't be able to continue in this post. As you go first, I'll then declare that we plan to create the fire wall along the oil slick and use the armaments to shoot the necks and cerebellums of the zombies that manage to pass through the fire and fall into the trench. Very few will live to get past that trench. those that do will face short spurts from the glamethrower, manned by my courageous Pilot friend. Thanks. Stay classy and good ideas. :D