I mean. Hell. I'm no athlete. And I'd blow myself up with explosives. Seeing how I love them. Aand would've used to much.
I do know how to fire a gun properly though. And if it was a zombie apocalypse.. well. I guess quite a few people, including close ones and friends, would be friggin dead. And wanting to eat my brain. No need to look for them. Also, my basement is fiilled with canned food. Which expires in . a couple of decades or so.
Being a bi-polar. I know how to shut all entrances to a room. And make sure they stay shut, until I want to leave.
So my guess would be.. around 50%.
I might have an anxiety attack. As well as many other mental fuckups. So the whole thing might've also ended in suicide.
I'd probably kill myself anyway, seeing how an apocalypse means that everyone should be dead. Except me. And I don't do very well on my own. Byebye, cruel world!
