G-36C with Trijicon ACOG. 10 30rd mags on the LBV. Another loaded 100 mags in my 1969 Dodge Charger with a 426 Hemi (hey, Zombies are slow
) The .223 ammo alternates 2 SS109 AP, 2 Incendiary Starburst Ammo (gotta have the titanium shrapnel), and a Tracer.
Barret M82A1, Box after Box of ammo, 5 10rd mags
HK Mk. 23 SOCOM pistol with as many mags of Hydra Shok or Black Talon that I can find.
Two FN FiveseveNs (I know... but what if I really really really want them?), 10 mags each, fit extra ammo in trunk of charger.
One of those new 50cal Revolvers... cause hey, you never know.
Mossberg 590 Mariner
3" 00 Buck
3" 1oz Slugs
12ga Flare Gun, couple hundred flares (for, you know, pyrotechnics
)
10 55 gal drums of jellied gasoline (see above)
Naginata, Hand and a Half Broadsword, Katana, Bow and Arrows and whatever else I can fit in the back seat along with MRE's, Beer, Water, Beer, and some Beer.
Place the hottest competent chick in the passenger seat (I mean like the Sarah Connor type from T2... drool)
All of this and I would invite my 50 closest, similarly equipped, friends to take a 270 foot Coast Guard cutter or a really large extravagant cabin cruiser, out on the ocean... Zombies can't swim, can they?
After everything calms down on the mainland, come back and go road warrior on this country... maybe I could change my name to Max...
OH! the most important thing of all...
A waterproof container on a chain that hangs around my neck. Contents? One .45ACP Cartridge. In a situation like this, save the last bullet for yourself.
/Arcli9ht
edit: You think I've thought about this much? jeez...