Water is important. So are chicken wings.

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I’m sitting in my house watching football on a Sunday afternoon, and as a crowd of flesh eating zombies descended upon the stadium, tearing into any and all living flesh they could.  It was that moment that I was pretty sure that I was in a zombie apocalypse.  I found it a little odd that it would start in Los Angeles.  I mean, it’s a pretty laid back place, relatively speaking.  Or at least California is, compared to the rest of the country.  Now the first thing that people like to do when they realize life as they know it is ending is to panic.  I’m not that guy.  In fact, against all odds, the “game” as it was, was still on.  Also, people like to immediately go somewhere and gather food, or go somewhere and gather guns, or again, go somewhere.  Generally speaking, I feel like those are all bad ideas.  No matter what happens, there’s no better place than a place you know.  Also, I was at my parents old farmhouse in a pretty rural location.  Like most Americans, I have enough food in the house to last for months.  I did have guns, and I did have ammo, and looking for more of that at the same time everyone else is, is looking for trouble.  So what am I going to run out of?  Water.  I had some bottled water, and this house had it’s own well.  But that well was operated by electricity.  While the electricity was still working, that was probably something temporary.  So if filled jars with water.  Then I put some chicken in the microwave. Then I filled bowls with water.  I filled everything I could with water.  I filled the sinks with water, the bathtub.  At first I just used the containers that had tops, but then I just kept going.  I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I know that the one thing that matters that I could potentially run out of, was water.  After a couple of hours, I was pretty sure I had enough water to last a very long time.  I gathered some guns and ammo, put together a nice pack with supplies, and put some other things that could be useful in a nice, accessible location.  Then I went back to the TV.  The game wasn’t on anymore, but news reports were coming across the screen.  I was in the middle of nowhere, so this was going to be a potentially pretty slow start to this zombie apocalypse.  The microwave beeper going off started me for two seconds until I realized that was the chicken wings I had put in. Sweet.