if theirs a zombie apocalypse and you were the last person left what will you do where will you go and how will you protect yourself?

I would live in the open so I can get away easy and not get trapped in a house or in a prison because it's well protect and I would wear a bike helmet and bullet proof armor so they can't bite me and I would use a Katana or bowgun so I'll never run out of ammo and I will drive a tank for transport.

The tv and radio were talking about it all day.  Warmaker looked at his wife and their dog in concern.  Things were out of hand in the major cities and they didn't live too far from Detroit.  He went outside.  It was quiet, even for Sunday.  People had been advised to stay in as much a"s possible.  Lawn mowers were silent, cars barely moved.  A breeze pushed around the wind chimes on the patio.  Warmaker thought about it and reached up to take down the noise makers.  Everyone was interested to see how martial law would rule in the city.  The neighborhood was near a major freeway and they were in direct line of Detroit.  He paused.

"What do you think?" his wife asked him.  He shrugged.  The dog sat, uninterested in anything but the ants crawling over the cement on their patio.

Chris, his neighbor, ambled over.

"What do you think?" Chris asked them.  Warmaker shrugged again.  It was like watching a storm coming in on the weather channel.  One could see the clouds, hear the stories of houses knocked down by tornadoes, and they knew it was coming to them but they couldn't grasp the situation.  Not until it was on top of them.

"I don't know," Warmaker replied, "I guess we'll see if it gets here or not."

Chris smiled, "We're out of here.  We're leaving in twenty minutes, going down Jackson and into the country.  My uncle leaves near Adrian and he has a place.  No one around for miles.  We'd invite you but the car, it's small.  Sorry."  He walked away.

Warmaker looked at his wife. 

"Well, we know they aren't home if we have to get anything."

On the horizon, the storm drew closer.

TheReaper7290 : Katanas would be the worst weapon for a zombie Apocalypse, just saying...

Anyways, what you say is pretty much do what you want. There aren't limited resources or any limits it seem, so anyone could just pretty much do anything they want, even things that are nearly impossible.

I would like to take things as if I was in my home and the last person left. I would get some "weapons" that I have. (Hammers, saws, bats, knifes/machetes) and use my bike and/or car to drive around. With my tools, I would overtake a nearby shop, barricade it and live there for a while. After that store isn't a good place to live, I would continue on, potentially getting better tools and weapons to help me fight.

maguc : I disagree.  I think a refrigerator is the worst weapon for a zombie apocalypse.