I am so not a doomsday prepper.

Sean watches The Walking Dead. It scares me and I lost interest like a year ago.
However, we often talk about a zombie apocalypse. If it's possible? And are we prepared?
There's even some really intense conversations about mosquitoes carrying the disease.
Ya, it's a little crazy.
Every once in a while, we race each other to the door of our building and pretend zombies are chasing us.
You know, totally normal stuff.

That leads me to this:


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If you have not seen this show, Doomsday Preppers, please watch five minutes of an episode OnDemand. If you don't want to put yourself through it -- have no fear, I'll tell you what it's all about.

It's a reality show about people who prepare for what they fear will be doomsday. They call themselves "survivalists" or "preppers" and they are supposedly ready for the end of the world whether it's because of a nuclear war, natural disaster, terrorist attack, economic meltdown, etc., etc., etc.

These people prepare a "bug-out" shelter and refer to it when they talk about "bugging out" a.k.a. when they leave all of their belongings, usually their home, and their everything... behind.

They're basically hoarders. They store a crazy amount of food - sometimes canning it themselves or planning to hunt it themselves. They have tons and tons of water. They have crazy shelters sometimes underground, sometimes in a submarine, sometimes in small huts in the middle of the woods. They have way too many weapons for comfort and really intense plans and escape routes... and they usually force their family members to have "bug-out drills" in the middle of the night. Just in case.

Of course, National Geographic has made a TV show about these people. Their specific plan is given a score and they're told how long their plan will keep them alive IF their anticipated doomsday scenario played out.

So this got me thinking?
Would Sean and I be prepared for the end of the world? What if The Walking Dead really happened?

Supposedly, in a time of survival you need to follow: 
The Rules of Three.

You can survive 3 minutes without air.
You can survive 3 hours without shelter.
You can survive 3 days without water.
You can survive 3 weeks without food.
You can survive 3 months without companionship.

If something happened and we got stuck in our home.
We would die in 3 minutes. While the windows in our loft are beautiful... they do not open.
So if the vents were to be shut off... we're done.

Water? We have 6 bottles of water stored. That's it.
And we only have that because of the hurricane a few months ago.
We thought we were ahead of the game.

Food? That makes me laugh.
We don't have any food that doesn't require some type of power to cook or to heat up.
Other than Milano cookies. But something tells me we can't live off those.

Security? We have nothing but hairspray and a broom. For real.

The ability to leave all our belongings behind? I don't think so.

Every once in a while, the fire alarm in our building goes off.
Not knowing, if it's real or a drill... we still have to evacuate.
Before we leave, I run around trying to pull all the "important" stuff and shove it into bags.
Our wedding album, laptops, chargers, wallets, car keys, shoes, cat food, etc., etc., etc.
It's just not in my mental state to accept that I would have to leave all my lovely possessions behind.

I mean, maybe if I knew we were on the brink of a zombie apocalypse, my attitude would change.

I would probably regret not hoarding food, water and weapons.
I would probably regret not taking these TV shows "seriously".
I would probably regret not being ready for doomsday.

But let's hope the odds are in our favor.