I plan to retreat to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, where I will seize a concrete building, board up the windows, and live, with my better half and my dog, on a diet of beef jerky, canned food and various carbonated beverages until the bloody zombies rot.

Then I will emerge, clad only in a hockey mask and loincloth, to shout "I am Lord Hermongous." If any zombies are still lurking, they'll come running, but I'll have time to duck back in to wait a bit longer for them to rot.