Becoming Badass

To recap so far I am the brainchild for a worldwide event where every human jumps at the same time effectively having the Earth’s human population being zero for a few seconds.

When I landed a zombie tried to eat my brain so I kicked him…hard.

I battled my way out of a nice park using punches, kicks, a stick, and some sarcasm to get to a mountain equipment store so I could get some fresh new digs.

Inside I faced off against a bright red, black eyed super fast & strong demon zombie thing who got wtfpwnt and now I have to finish up my 3 point list before actually stopping and thinking about what was happening. Back to action, sorta:

After my fall (inertia fail) with an overloaded bag, I decided packing light was the way to go. I chose a medium size 28L bag with some nice strappy bits so I could hook things onto it. I had the advantage of taking only primo ultra-lite gear so when it was all said and done, my kit was light and felt prepared to go backpacking through the woods or battle zombies. The most fun of this whole experience is living the dream of the arming scene. I approached my armament with the calm cool…oh who am I kidding I was still shaking with adrenaline from the burner – easier than saying “the sun burned, black eyed…. – and knew I had lucked out. I made a plan to approach equipping myself like a French assassin who has a plant fetish and wants to teach a young black swan how to lay the hurt: long range first, then medium range for when sht gets real, and short range only when needed.