Boo - Charlie Payne

I don't think it would take very much to survive a zombie apocalypse, as long as they weren't literally "the living dead". If the "zombies" were simply humans inflicted with some sort of disease, it would be easy to simply wait for all of them to either begin killing each other or die out naturally. I would do whatever I could to travel to an extremely remote rural location with a hidden underground room (very common, I know) with at least a year of provisions. I would have robbed a weapons store in the preceding mayhem in order to obtain a high powered gun of some sort. I would bring with me companions and animals, for company and food in case my initial provisions ran out. After the zombies were gone, I would be the leader of the New Age. A classic rags to riches story of an apocalypse survivor who had been smart enough to bring animals and seeds and who began to farm as soon as he could. I would implore the many companions I brought along to get over their pre-established social conventions and repopulate ASAP. Straw hats and overalls would be the uniform, everyone would be tan and muscular from slaving on the farm all day every day. During the winter months, we would build large bonfires between the rows of trees in our many orchards to keep them from freezing. Religion would re-emerge in the form of ritualistic dancing and chanting to honor gods of seeds and wood and breath and smoke. Sports involving skulls and sticks would come to prominence, as well as recreational marijuana consumption and swimming. Soon, however, I would grow old, and my muscles would begin to deteriorate, and I would die, leaving my only surviving son the responsibility of governing the people.