The types who get me are those who say they’d just as soon die right then and there. No, they’ll never give a decent answer as to what constitutes a lay down and die event. I’ve mostly held my temper knowing it’d do no good to ask them by what method were they going to take out their kids with themselves or were they going drop their kids off with a nice zombie clan or leave them to fend for themselves.
No, I don’t tell my neighbors or family. Not that I have that much “hoarded”, just enough to get us over a few hiccups but nothing extended because it’s not in the budget. There’s one friend who talks big about needing to prep but hasn’t gotten off the couch. I suspect there is a significant percent of couch talkers. Though it is interesting that so many feel bad vibes headed our way.
I've got the feeling that every human on the planet knows "somethin's up". Everyone attributes that anxiety to something. Me? I'm looking up, for our redemption is nigh.