1. Shoot the ex-wife. She might not be a zombie yet, but I'm sure she's a collaborator.
2. Pick up the kids. (Tell my daughter that if she says "I told you so" one more time she's out of the car.)
3. Assemble with the post-apocalypse survival team at an "undisclosed location." (If you're on the team, you know who you are.)
4. Shoot the ex-wfe again. (Zombieland Rule #2, the Double Tap, just to be sure.)
5. Participate in random forays into the zombie world teaching my son the subtle art of targeted destruction while our group is slowly whittled down trough attrition. (Can't teach the girl, she got kicked out of the car on the way to the Haven, or complained too much about bunkhouse living and privacy that we sent her outside "to check that noise.")
Papa