I'm going to be completely frank -- if Lexington was somehow suddenly attacked by brain-eating, flesh-seeking zombies, I would be the first to go. Even during a middle school discussion on this very topic, my classmates reached a general consensus that I would die first, simply for the reason that I have no general knowledge, no backup plan, no sense of danger or immediacy in such scenarios. This being the case, I would still do everything possible to stay alive with my family, and I find this writing prompt a great opportunity to devise an escape plan.
It goes without saying that I would need to contact my parents first thing (which could be an issue considering I never have my phone on me) and meet up with them. If we have time, we could drive back to the house and grab a few useful items (really just my phone, some savings, and food--everything else can't fit in a backpack). After that, I don't really have a plan other than to make a straight beeline for Canada. I can't imagine a better place to live--insanely nice people, beautiful streets, no zombies, no guns, and a great way to practice French if we move to the Quebec province. :)
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