Which Of Your Friends Would Last During A Zombie Apocalypse

I definitely know how my friends would last in an apocalypse.

Will Smith: To be perfectly blunt and honest, the first to die. Yes, he is fast; he sure can run, but this will lead him to run ahead of the group screaming “ohhhhhhhh” like the person that he is, and get himself lost. When he gets himself lost, he will be too scared to call out, or to do much apart from sit there. Whilst sitting there a zombie would come out of nowhere, and armed with a bike, Will Smith will surely perish.

Prairie Boy: He does have some good attributes, including the ability to shoot many guns with deadly accuracy; however, I feel that he would hold out for a Bass Pro Store which is some 300 kms from where we are, and in the meantime end up a bloody mess on the floor.

K. Sexy: Would simply ride in her Beetle, tearing shit up. I could see her ripping up the tarmac, side swiping zombies left, right and centre like it was her day job.

Bex: Would resort to riding in the fastest car which she would most likely lose control of, and wrap around a pole, thereby leaving her vulnerable for the zombies to do with her what they will. The other option here is that she will somehow make it to Calgary, grab her Dads truck and then tear shit up, but let’s be real people; the first scenario is much more likely.

Dan: Unfortunately his dependency of fruit could lead to his demise. He would contract scurvy and die long before the zombies kill him. He might also use his unicycle as a weapon and a mode of transportation, quite smart. I think that he could last longer if he had a can of oranges or some other source of Vitamin C, but in a Zombie Apocalypse, we don’t have that much time to meander up and down the aisles of the local shop.

S’rah: Unknown. I think that she would probably play it smart, get really far but some simplistic mistake which is unbearably obvious would get her killed. She’d probably see some hot guy in need of some help, run over to save his ass (let’s say he’s a firefighter/lifeguard combo) and find out that he is turning when it’s too late, and then puke on her face turning her and killing her. I think that is an accurate description of what S’rahs life with depict if a zombie apocalypse ever does arise.

Myself: I can think of multiple scenarios. The prominent one would most likely be me living until the group (or what is left of it) gets to the safe haven and then, well, live it up. 

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Apocalyptic Turn of Events

Driving in Lethbridge is unlike an experience that I have ever witnessed.
It's windy (ofcourse) and the weather is practically endless in its never ending endurance in its attempts to shove me off the roads whilst crossing Whoop Up and into the river. When we finished shopping and went outside again, the environment had changed drastically. We were driving back home towards the university when Shaun pointed out a plume of white smoke in the distance, and from where we were standing, it looked like it was coming from out school year home. We raced home and realized that it was coming from behind the university. We drove around to attempt to find where the source of these billowing clouds of noxious gasses were coming from. As we drove towards the outskirts of the city, peoples fences were blown completely down, ever single piece of debris was blowing against the car. There is never an traffic in Lethbridge, but today it was like 5pm down Deerfoot. We saw the fire and went back to res. Shelbeh let us in and told us that bad news, some other cars in parking lot E were unfortunately parked horizontally to the wind and as a result, the windows had blown in. I drove Shelbeh over to her car, and her window had blown in too.

Then we heard on the news, from other friends living off campus, and from our Ra's that the fires had got out of hand due to the wind and we were on standby. Well, everyone started running around panicking. I am not exempt from this however, I was running around trying to get as much information as possible about what he would have to do. Kendall said get a bag packed and be ready to leave if things did indeed get out of control. Well, you all know me, I was ready and packed to go in 2 minutes flat. (My mother taught me well). I had all the possessions I would need to last, with the wind conditions and location in my logistics. Emma had three bags, twe of which were filled to the brinks with shoes (highly practical).

We then got the warning that we did not need to move, even though there were six fires around Lethbridge and a storm warning. After all that excitement, Will Smith came down and proposed a movie. 28 Days Later. If in 28 days, I look back on this day and the events of this movie came true, there will be no force great enough to prevent me from smacking him up the back of the head.


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Winter Formal

Or should I say a chance to eat, drink copious amounts of alcohol and dance shamelessly in front of your peers? Yes, I think that should be a more fitting title. Our residence makes a big deal about the Christmas Cabaret, like it does its others and this is the first Cab that I’ve gone to and this is halfway through my second year! All in all it has been a fantastic night, spent with my roommates and friends. Dak won an Xbox… Lucky bastard, S’rah’s friend won an iPad (I don’t know him well enough but a “Fuck you” jokingly, is in order) and Potter won $30 dollars to Starbucks, something Bex would kill for.

We all started getting ready at 3pm… The busses to take us there weren’t coming until 6. I thought we had plenty of time, I then looked up and it was five o’clock and I hadn’t got my dress on or make-up. Given, my make-up consisted of mascara, but women have their right to take their time, so I take it, I also had to drink and get ready to go, get organised, walk to the bus station with everything I owned in tow, board the bus and get there, and it was all down to one hour. Amazingly four girls got ready in under one hour in two bathrooms; I’m a firm in the belief that the skies parted and God (Or some other dude) shone down upon us and made this happen. (Yes, I am slightly tipsy as I am writing this) I doubt even Will Smith could pull off this amazing feat.

I also managed to trip hopelessly down the stairs into the bathroom but managed to catch myself before I made myself to look like a complete and total fool. I gracefully entered the bathroom, and when I say "gracefully" it was more of a "stagger" as my lovely silver shoes like to cut off circulation to my poor toes. Anyway my right leg now hurts and its been almost one hour since I've taken my heels off and I can still feel them on my feet, It feels odd walking down stairs.

All the food they gave us, the booze we walked in with and dancing makes for one sleepy F.F, I'm to bed. 

Hoped your evening was just as eventful, if not more so, than my own.

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