How You’d Survive the Zombie Apocalypse – Disability Edition
Because I saw a post that hit my emotional bone with a sledgehammer, and as a writer that wants to do her damndest to to include everyone, here’s how it would work.
For those fucks that say they would just leave people behind.
– You’re blind? Shoot, zombies are loud. You’d hear them a mile away. Added bonus if this is the type of Zombie Apocalypse where everything goes kinda steampunk: give your character a hoover cane that doubles as a weapon. If Ash from The Evil Dead can put a fucking chainsaw on his hand stump, you can put something cool on a cane. Be creative!
-You’re deaf? Have the single electronic hearing aid for miles that can pick up radio frequencies. You hear voices in your head that lead your group to safety, not to mention you could teach others sign language. Great tool for an apocalypse for silence!
– You don’t have certain limbs, or they are perhaps not fully formed or damaged? One less thing for the undead fuckers to bite. If you’ve ever known someone that doesn’t, you *know* that they get around in their own unique ways with or without. Also, see Ash from The Evil Dead example. Give them a chainsaw! Or a turret gun foot, like the Scotsman from Samurai Jack.
That too Not Real? Fine, how about this. Let’s say there’s a disabled character that survived DVT in one of their legs. This damaged the blood flow permentantly to that leg. Now they’re in a wheelchair. But how is the Zombie virus commonly spread? Bites, you get their liquids into your blood and boom, brain eater. What would happen if your blood flow is already compromised and you got bit in the leg by a crawler? It wouldn’t be able to spread. Your disability would save your life.
Not to mention you could trick the hell out of a wheelchair. Give it spikes, a machine gun, you name it.
– Do you have fibro? Are you always in pain? You are an absolute *godsend* when it comes to identifying medications, or knowing natural remedies. You were surviving an internal apocalypse long before the Zombie one came. You’re the toughest fucker in the world by default. Pain and you are old pals. The only difference is now you can physically smash it with a baseball bat.