Ryan Errant Blog #4 "Zombie Apocalypse"

It’s been talked about and debated for centuries. Does God really exist? Is there a higher power that put us on this earth? Coming from a catholic family and being raised and taught that God put us here, gives us food, life and so on, you would think I would be 100%, without a doubt, Catholic. But I’m almost the farthest thing from it. I believe in the scientific theory, that we evolved from microorganisms millions of years ago. Why? Because it might not be completely accurate, but it’s a lot more believable than there being some sort of higher being that put us here. Sure I believe Jesus lived and died on the cross, but I don’t not believe he was “God’s” son. I also do not believe in heaven or hell. Way back in the day, it wasn’t like today, where only a handful of people go to church. Everyone went to church, every Sunday. The church would tell the people that if you were bad, you would go to hell for the rest of your after life, instead of going to heaven. So to me, it sounds like just a reason to keep the people in line and to prevent them from committing crimes or doing anything wrong. Also back in the day, you were able to pay the priest to send to heaven after you die. But, on another note, the end of the world/zombie apocalypse. Zombies are becoming more and more popular now days. Everyone’s talking about them, what they would do if it actually happened. Hell, people are writing books on how to survive an apocalypse. What I would do to survive a zombie apocalypse is, first wait and see if it’s just people eating their dogs because of the bath salt they’re on. Next, if it was an actual zombie apocalypse, I would run to my house, immediately run upstairs to my bathroom, while calling every person I know and warning them, then start filling my bathtub up with water because eventually, the water systems will turn off. Next I would go to the kitchen, grab every bit of food I can and bring it upstairs. I would then run to the garage, grab a sledge hammer or metal shovel or a blunt object of that sort, run to the top floor of my house and begin destroying the stairs leading to the main floor. After the stairs are completely destroyed to the point that no one can get to the top floor, I would sit and wait it out until someone came to help. Plus it wouldn’t last long because when you’re dead, your muscles deteriorate and eventually all of the zombies wouldn’t be able to get around at all.