The mistake Rick & Co. keep making is settling in places where they are unable to defend themselves from attacks. The shambling Zombies aren't as much of a problem as the other groups of survivors. I would therefore find some place better to hole up with my own group - either a barricaded upper river valley in Cumbria/North Yorks (
The Death of Grass) or some medieval Castle (
Song of Stone) and hope that no one has a working army tank with ammunition and other unfeasibly large firearms.
I think the other problem is that my fellow survivors are going to be a weird bunch to interact with and get along with - Preppers who actually foresaw that the end was nigh and began hording tinned food, built fall out shelters with water recycling systems, learned archery and rifle shooting, to horse ride, and took all their inoculations against diseases. As well as the tin-foil helmet wearers, this group with undoubtedly also contain berserk, scavenging motorcycle gang members along with rage-fueled ex-cops. Under the circumstances, with all that testosterone around, I might rather find a small cave somewhere in the Outer Hebrides and become a hermit with a selection of good books to read. I could then live out my last days, growing a very long
ZZ Top style grey beard, eating tinned peaches, and spending many's the long night dreaming of cheese, toasted mostly.
As I slide further into my own fantasy, I would eventually be rescued by a spaceship from the Galactic Federation crewed only by partially clothed Amazon
Would have to make sure the boat was a frigate or similar so we could repel any borders-plus your average zombie is defeated by a small fence so I doubt they could climb on board. Plus with a boat you could pretty much go where you like as long as you could refuel. Not sure how well sails would work on a bigger boat. Of course if it turned into Water World I would have to kill myself (that was an awful awful film)
Walmart in the UK have taken over ASDA but we don't yet have that range of goods (as far as I know) most folks in films who take this option regret it-too big to defend properly and also far to easy to get cornered. Also usually full of zombies whether it's a normal day or an apocalypse
ian women from a planet without men. However, then I'd wake up again every morning, walk along the beach, fall down on my knees and shout out to the sky, "We finally really did it! You maniacs! Ahhh, damn you! God damn you all to hell!"