Surviving a Zombie APOCALYPSE

Cold beer is important. ; ) ~ To continue my scenario, I'm currently at the US Coast Guard Base in Boston and it's 10 O' clock. The next thing to do would be to ravage its ammunition supplies and find boxes of untainted ammunition. Once accomplished, I would probably possess roughly 10,000 rounds of ammunition (in three and a half boxes) for the M16 and about forty grenades, plus a small tank of fuel for the flame thrower (enough to last forty minutes of constant use). The rifle ammunition would be loaded into the Ranger. The grenades would be loaded into the cab to conserve room. While searching, I am fortunate to stumble upon a Coast Guard patrol boat that limps into harbour. Apparently, they had been docked and attacked, but the pilot and steersmen had gotten away, alive. Sadly, the steersman died of his wounds, leaving merely the pilot, a seasoned Coast Guard officer of the age 33. He is more than happy to accompany me in my quest to survive. He knows the location of the oil stores with which the patrol craft are kept running. I pull my pickup next to the storage building only to find it ravaged and the officer (we'll call him Joe) picking through the oil drums, many of which are still intact. Together, we roll one out of the storage shed and toward the back of the pickup. Two planks of lumber suffice as a ramp and we roll the drum onto the back of my pickup. The oil drum is so heavy that it causes my poor Ranger to sag at the back, and it utilizes the rest of the available room, but it is essential. Together, the pilot and I hop into my Ford and hit the road. Several hours have passed and it's now 12:00. Next, we drive for a few seconds before arriving at the Golden Goose convenience store, (which is also on commercial Street) where we grab several loaves of 'Wonder' brand white bread, a couple packets of ham and a few bags of Ripple potato chips (plain, as we don't wish to be dried out or feeling the need for excessive liquids with spiced chips), a couple cans of Puritans beef stew, a can opener, some bottles of Fruitopia and some bottles of water, plus some matches and cigarette lighters. This will all be free merchandise, since the owner was, sadly, eaten. He also won't mind if we use several bags to carry it with. Once complete (this took all of fifteen minutes), we head to a mining rental place I know of on Gerard Street called 'Hertz's Equipment Rental'. It probably would take another fifteen minutes to get there, so it's now roughly 12:30. Once there, we pick out some miners' helmets with headlamps, two pickaxes, another shovel and two steel bars. We find a grinder at the place and grind the ends of the bars down to a fine edge, thus leaving us with deadly double edged staffs. Then, we head back to Boston Harbour. Once there, we range along the beach in search of an average size fishing boat. It takes a very long time as most boats had already been utilized or sunk in the initial zombie resurrection. However, we find one fishing trawler that's about twenty metres long and contains a winch and nets, if required. It's now 2:00. We load everything into the boat and leave my Ranger for the zombies. It's now 3:00. The pilot is capable of starting the trawler and piloting it, so we head from Boston and out to Boston Light on the outskirts of Boston Harbour, on Little Brewster Island. Finding the lighthouse and unloading takes another hour and three quarters. Thus, it's 4:45. It is here that my partner and I plan to whither the night away. The only connection to Great Brewster Island is a sand bar, so we should be relatively safe, with some other defence tactics. If we aren't, we still have the Fishing trawler to make good an escape. We plan on utilizing the oil drum to create a fire wall along the sandbar, knowing that zombie can't cross deep water. I think that's all that needs to be divulged for now. Cheers! Been fun, thus far.