Ok, zombies will, eventually, become a real threat, and when that day comes we will all need to have an escape route. My plan is to arm myself in a light fashion in order to take the fastest and most secure route to a harbor, where I will find a boat. From there I will navigate my way to a remote island with enough wood and space for me too live for a while. I will also, of course, circle the island a couple of times and keep it under surveillance for a couple of days before "landing" there, in order to make sure it isn’t already inhabited by zombies. I will then make myself a home there, eating fish and whatever vegetables and plants that I find on the island. I will get water from rain and seawater that has been boiled and "cleaned" from salt.

After a year or so I figure that the zombies will have died from starvation, so then I will leave my haven on the island and return to the mainland. Before actually landing I will survey the shore in order too make sure that it doesn’t have any zombie infestation, and thus I will have survived the event. If the place still is infested I will just return to my island and come back later to check again.

Logically the zombies wouldn’t be able to swim or drive a boat. Perhaps they would be able to reach my island by walking on the seafloor, but I find this very unlikely as their lunges and stomach would fill up with water and eventually burst. Besides, why would they even try to get there, as they probably wouldn’t know that I was there?

It is my firm belief that an island really is the place to be during a sudden zombie infestation, because that is the one place they might not be able to reach. All other places is within their ability to get to, so if any place is safe then that would the island.

Besides the risk of starvation or death by thirst, and in some cases the risk of freezing to death, I really do not see any flaws in this plan once I reach the sea and find the secure island. But have I missed anything? And do you have a better suggestion?

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Note – this is flash fiction the word count is meant to be below 500 words.

Mouths chattering all around him, as he sat in his cubicle trapped like a fish in a bowl.He had been at this job far too long, as far back as his elderly mind cared to remember.He stayed at this job, not because of the money, or his love for doing it; he stayed because it was all that he knew.As his shrink had told him, the job was the security he had longed for in life.

He had been advised to go to the shrink, after his second battle with alcoholism, the first left him without a home and living in his cubicle.However, his one track mind sent him right back to the bottle, and he had nearly gotten thrown out on the street.

With nowhere left to go but up, he thought back to the people who had made im this way.Deciding he had nothing left to lose, he swallowed up the courage and went to go see a shrink.Needless to say, it opened up his eyes when the shrink told him, it was his fault he was this way; not the people he was projecting this on.

The reason for the chattering around him, was because this was new years eve and the office was throwing a party.He never saw the point in celebrating such a thing;to him tomorrow was just a regular day and why celebrate one day that has no meaning.Do we celebrate the end of a woman’s cycle? no. Do we have celebrations for the first day of spring? no. So what makes the first day of the year special enough to celebrate.

He thought back to all the things that had happened in his life, the fighting, the alcohol abuse,the depression, pain and suffering.Why was any of this worth celebrating? Sure he had survived all of this, but at what cost? He was at a dead end job,loathed all the coworkers who were oblivious to what was being celebrated.

He poured himself a glass of something from a flask in his desk.As the liquid hit his mouth, a slight smirk appeared on his face.The contents of the flask hit his system, and his one track mind went to work.He thought there was only one way to end this pain inside.He went to the window, 20 stories in the sky.He wanted once to feel freedom in life.Which he did, until the ground below took his life.

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