In case of the end of the world, do nothing. There’s already nothing being done all over the place, so no need to start now. Survive. Thrive.
Consider it a blessing that our crutches have been smashed to bits and thrown away before our very eyes because we don’t need them; we’re lazy, apathetic, complacent.
It’s time to open those sleepy eyes and stretch slumbering limbs, get the feeling of blood flowing in our veins again. It’s been too long since we’ve felt truly alive. That fear you feel is good, it’s normal, it’s human; use it, for it has gotten us through hard times for centuries.
Instinct and self-preservation become predominant traits; selfishness will ultimately break out until the fittest take their rightful place in the social order, and I do not mean by musculature alone; a suitable leader will be honest with himself and others, and act out of consideration to all whom his (or her) decisions affect.
Too long we’ve been lulled to the sleep of death swaddled in lies; the age of truth is upon us, and it hurts. It will hurt. But pain is good, pain is cleansing. Through suffering we come out stronger and more galvanized than before, having made it through the trial by fire.
Zombies are the least of our concerns.
