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You're implying I'd be able to survive at all. Rather, the last thing I'd do before being immolated instantly by the shock wave would be to stick my head between my knees and kiss my ass goodbye. If I still have some time, then I'd probably go sit on a toilet so that any survivors could find me on the can, which would be pretty funny yet poignant when you think about it.
I would hitch a ride to the international space station, watch the spectacle, and take an escape pod packed with astronaut ice cream down when it was over.
well I'd survive in the old videogame fashioned way, a pip-boy on my arm, shotgun for the mutant zombies, a cool gas mask, and of course i'd need a custom truck in case of those post apocalyptic motorized bandits. good that is not an alien invasion cuz then we would be FUBAR just like that
I would be the first person in my community to start an organic and sustainable urine filtration co-op. Just because the world has ended doesn't mean we should pollute the planet when transforming our piss into water.
How would I survive? I've kind of got this worked out already. I would cultivate a large herd of captive cockroaches and expose them, and myself, to periodic, controlled doses of radiation, then I would infuse myself with periodic doses of radioactive cockroach blood, the radioactiveness of which would be counterbalanced by my own radioactivity. My new hybrid form would be nigh unkillable, impervious to radiation and disease, and I'd be able to flatten myself and easily fit into crevasses. Finding food would be a snap. I'd have picnics on trash while watching normal humans slowly turn into monsters.
I suppose you could call it less a strategy than a hopeful dream.
I'de cut a hole into a lead bellied taun-taun and hibernate for as long as I needed. Then, similar to a newborn chicken I would eat my way out to regain my strength and become the last and strongest man alive.
Assuming I survive, I would head east. I currently live in the Seattle area, but if I head for Pullman, WA where the Washington State Campus is I can hole up in one of the dormitories there.
They're built like prisons, giant obelisks of brick and mortar and stone, with each one having dedicated solar panels on the roof and the one I'm thinking of having a greenhouse as well. Most of the students there will be animal/veterinary science majors or agricultural studies majors so anyone that I can connect or ally with (being that they're all around my age) will have experience and the resources necessary to maintain a food supply.
Giant radio towers in the communications building will be used for radio contact if necessary.
The massive brick dormitories are also self-locking, and each individual floor (as well as the elevators and stairwells) can be locked down with only a few moments notice.
I have experience with some field medicine and small arms, which should be plentiful in a... let's say Rural... community like Pullman.
The college is isolated, self-contained, and not the first thing people would think of for a place to congregate. I should be set up and well fortified with a dedicated food, water, and power supply, as well as a reasonable cache of guns, college girls, and ammunition by the time the zombies show up.
Armor, and weapons. I would say that weapons are a rare commodity so melee weapons of any kind would work. Mutations may have happened, but more than likely just radiation sickness. So if I was lucky and not get sick I might have the upper hand in some fights.
Armor can be made of anything, metal, leather, cloth. Try cars and machinery, probably destroyed anyways. And make yourself look terrifying. Easiest way to survive is intimidate your opponents before they can even attack. Either they will be demoralized or just run away.
Try and find some kind of community or settlement to stay and protect and ride out the rest of my life/till help comes.
Man, that would be tough. First thought that comes to mind is something like a vault out of Fallout. But, if that didn't work, who knows, maybe I'd be radiated or mutated somehow. Or just die, I'd like to go with the latter. Would definitely be intense if there was a nuclear apocalypse. Wouldn't even know where to start. At least I can thank my gaming knowledge for some ideas.
How would I survive? By living in the country least likely to be nuked: New Zealand :D
Who would fire a nuke at little old NZ just chilling out in the South Pacific? While you guys have your nuclear winter I'll be on the beach in the longest nuclear-powered summer ever.
If one of the nukes happens to miss Australia and hits near NZ (Which may not be that unlikely given that most of the times we hear about ICBM tests it ends with them failing), I know of some old WWII bunkers I could hide in.
I would gather all of the delish twinkies I could find... don my aluminum foil armor and head out into the wasteland with my faithful Yorkie guard dog. The world will be mine! :)
1. Acquire suitable shelter from well-respected and safety protocol observing company [Vault-Tec need not apply.]
2. Once enough time has passed and danger levels have passed, proceed to scout nearby surroundings. Avoid people who have on football pads in an effort to look trendy.
3. Find safe supply retrieval area. Avoid the next generation of gokarts, the outrunner/jetter buggy thingamabobs.
4. Find Father, who has invariably become either lost in the post apocalyptic world or seeks to change it for the better [Best accomplished if Father is Liam Neeson.]
5. If all else fails, change name to Ken and proceed to kick ass and chew bubble gum, at least until you're all out of bubble gum.
I would get in my radiation proof suit. Hike away from the closest blast city. Open my huge radiation proof pack probably around 150lbs at most. Unload and sterilize all canned goods into my previously positioned bunker, built into the side of a hill to decrease exposure, with stashes of canned goods. bunker seen here: http://www.dailydawdle.com/2011/07/portable-zombie-resistant-concrete.html
Begin hording water and bringing back to the bunker for filtration. Spend 3 days at most hording water as it is too risky. Then proceed back to bunker sit and wait until I die from the contaminated water that I am bringing in.
I would start by rounding all of the neighborhood cats. I would put them in the back of a large u-haul and start driving. Next stop after that to find a untouched library, not for the books but for the free internet.
I would search "Spam Factory" and after finding out it was in Austin, Minnesota. I would start my journey. I would hide during the day and drive at night eating cats only when needed.
Once reaching the factory I would keep the surviving cats as pets, and start to train them as my spam fed minions. Once I had then trained I would start making signs around the factory that told people every thing was safe. BUT!
I would then kill them and build a throne of skulls.
I'd set myself up as leader of a remote town, and deal with outsiders who happened by, or anyone who caused trouble, by making them fight to the death to entertain the population. Yes, this is obviously based on the strategy of Tina Turner's character in Thunderdome, because that was fairly successful for a while. I just have to figure out how to keep someone like Mel Gibson's character from ruining the whole thing.
unlike a novice post-apocalyptic surviver, the radiation would mutate me and only me so that i have the power to fly then i fly to mars and befriend the aliens who give me a lifesworth of water supply and i go back to earth, raise livestock, kill it and eat it and i also would get one of those awesome ball in a cup things to keep me entertained
I'm would hijack a submarine and get plenty foods and supplies. I then put in a called to the Playboy Mansion and have Heff and a couple of the girls joins us. Later we would toss out the old fart out of a torpedo tube and keep the lovely Playmates.
If I know my nuclear apocalypse correctly, I would have superpowers after the nuking. I would use my knowledge of Superman to fly through hoops to get to the moon. Knowing my luck, zombies will inhabit it so I must destroy them using my years of Call of Duty and Dead Rising experience. After defeating them, I hate to admit that all those hours of Harvest Moon and Farmville will finally pay off. My bountiful surplus of crops and bacon will be enough for me to repopulate the world as I find big breasted girls to follow me to my new utopia.
I'd need a V.A.T.S. a full body armor covering properly my knees if I plan to be an adventurer, but most importantly, I'd need a whole farm of pet lizards. BOW BEFORE THE GODZILLA KING!!!!!!!!!!!!
I would survive by eating nothing but cans and cans of tactical bacon that I've stored in my less than noticeable bunkers. Then I'd use said cans of tactical bacon to lure out creatures in the wild and strangle them with said bacon.
Also, totally making a tactical bacon tactical AK47.
My child, once you leave behind your naked upper lip and ascend upon the gentle rolling hills of Conrad's mustache, things like "hunger" and "disease" and "nuclear apocalypses" mean nothing to you anymore. Praise the 'stache and it shall comfort you from all the dangers these troubles may bring.
I'd be sheltered in an underground dome made of collected fridges to cover from remaining toxic radiation and try to make a device that can turn the remaining half-life into electricity. This could lead into two options:
If successful: I could try using the electricity for a greenhouse, air conditioner, a water recycler and other daily needs for a comfortable life under the ashes of the pitiful remains of what we used to call "society".
If failed: I would have no option but try venturing outside the security of my shelter trying to survive eating the meat of my blood-thirsty and crazed mutated unlucky brothers and sisters on the surface. I could travel around the toxic desert finding remains of water and hopefully some seeds and spores of any surviving nourishing plants that could enrich my diet with care. Alternatively Twinkies. Lots, and lots of radioactive Twinkies.
During the nuclear apocalypse, I would stop by my friendly local Wal-Mart and purchase non-perishable canned foods along with extra ammo and water bottles. I would drive down to my local bank and take out all my money and invest in gold. Next I would go down to my basement and hook up a solar powered generator to my PC and play Fallout 3.
The best thing you can do on this situation is being with a small group strong enough to survive and hope, because if there is not people like goverment fighting the apocalipse then there is not live for you brother.
Also forgot to mention, I would migrate to Los Angeles since its heavy smogs and fogs caused by pollution would reduce the thermal pulse of the blast by up to 90%.
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12:00 AM on 12.10.2011 | 
I suppose you could call it less a strategy than a hopeful dream.
They're built like prisons, giant obelisks of brick and mortar and stone, with each one having dedicated solar panels on the roof and the one I'm thinking of having a greenhouse as well. Most of the students there will be animal/veterinary science majors or agricultural studies majors so anyone that I can connect or ally with (being that they're all around my age) will have experience and the resources necessary to maintain a food supply.
Giant radio towers in the communications building will be used for radio contact if necessary.
The massive brick dormitories are also self-locking, and each individual floor (as well as the elevators and stairwells) can be locked down with only a few moments notice.
I have experience with some field medicine and small arms, which should be plentiful in a... let's say Rural... community like Pullman.
The college is isolated, self-contained, and not the first thing people would think of for a place to congregate. I should be set up and well fortified with a dedicated food, water, and power supply, as well as a reasonable cache of guns, college girls, and ammunition by the time the zombies show up.
Hide inside a fridge at the site of a bomb going off. That will definitely work.
Armor can be made of anything, metal, leather, cloth. Try cars and machinery, probably destroyed anyways. And make yourself look terrifying. Easiest way to survive is intimidate your opponents before they can even attack. Either they will be demoralized or just run away.
Try and find some kind of community or settlement to stay and protect and ride out the rest of my life/till help comes.
Who would fire a nuke at little old NZ just chilling out in the South Pacific? While you guys have your nuclear winter I'll be on the beach in the longest nuclear-powered summer ever.
If one of the nukes happens to miss Australia and hits near NZ (Which may not be that unlikely given that most of the times we hear about ICBM tests it ends with them failing), I know of some old WWII bunkers I could hide in.
2. Once enough time has passed and danger levels have passed, proceed to scout nearby surroundings. Avoid people who have on football pads in an effort to look trendy.
3. Find safe supply retrieval area. Avoid the next generation of gokarts, the outrunner/jetter buggy thingamabobs.
4. Find Father, who has invariably become either lost in the post apocalyptic world or seeks to change it for the better [Best accomplished if Father is Liam Neeson.]
5. If all else fails, change name to Ken and proceed to kick ass and chew bubble gum, at least until you're all out of bubble gum.
Begin hording water and bringing back to the bunker for filtration. Spend 3 days at most hording water as it is too risky. Then proceed back to bunker sit and wait until I die from the contaminated water that I am bringing in.
I would search "Spam Factory" and after finding out it was in Austin, Minnesota. I would start my journey. I would hide during the day and drive at night eating cats only when needed.
Once reaching the factory I would keep the surviving cats as pets, and start to train them as my spam fed minions. Once I had then trained I would start making signs around the factory that told people every thing was safe. BUT!
I would then kill them and build a throne of skulls.
Also, totally making a tactical bacon tactical AK47.
Because ain't nobody is surviving for very long with the radiation. And damn do I love chicken
If successful: I could try using the electricity for a greenhouse, air conditioner, a water recycler and other daily needs for a comfortable life under the ashes of the pitiful remains of what we used to call "society".
If failed: I would have no option but try venturing outside the security of my shelter trying to survive eating the meat of my blood-thirsty and crazed mutated unlucky brothers and sisters on the surface. I could travel around the toxic desert finding remains of water and hopefully some seeds and spores of any surviving nourishing plants that could enrich my diet with care. Alternatively Twinkies. Lots, and lots of radioactive Twinkies.