[ RF ] Based on what you do as work/hobby , describe your survival in a zombie apocalypse .

I was lucky; we were almost to the anchorage when we got word of the Panic. 
 
 No one else in the crew believed it, but I did. It was on too many sources not to be true. The others thought the local TV was a gag, and a few of the radio channels were in on the joke. It was n't until the Coast Guard stepped on all the traffic on ch13 to let out a continuous Notice to Mariners that the captain believed it. By then I'd already gotten the grinder out and sawed off all the exterior steps and rungs from the weather deck up to the second. 
 
 Well, naturally, the whole crew wanted off right the hell then, and at the closest dock, too. The Captain did n't want to; he was afraid for his license, which he would surely lose if he tied up a red flag diesel barge at the Navy's Carrier Terminal. No one liked him, he was a verbally abusive old asshole who would wake the whole fucking crew just to do a simple barge evolution. So the Mate put a fire axe into the back of his head and we made up to the dock. 
 
 I was the only one who did n't have family in Norfolk, so I cast the lines back off, hurried back to the tug, dogged down all of the watertight doors, and learned to pilot the damn thing. 
 
 That was eight months ago, and life has actually been pretty good since then. Being the `` owner'' of one hundred fifty thousand tons of diesel in a world where they're not making any more diesel is a pretty sweet situation to be in. 
 
 I traded fuel for a shotgun about two weeks later. More fuel for two cases of shells a week after that. Every now and then some jerkass in a blow-boat will threaten me instead of trying to trade. You barely even notice the crunch when the barge rolls over them. 
 
 But traffic has gotten pretty light this past month. I suppose everyone who's wanted to get in or out of Hampton Roads has already gotten where they wan na be. 
 
 I'd heard on the long range channels that there's a settlement of sorts off Charleston, South Carolina. I've only used half a ton of fuel so far, but I'm down to three cans of cream of mushroom soup and any seagulls that come within range. 
 
 The boat and barge are n't rated for the open sea, but fuck it, it's not like anyone's there to ticket me or pull the license I do n't have. I spent a box and a half clearing the weather deck. I tripled the lines. I've rigged up a pelican hook to the anchor release and run another line from there the whole way down the barge to the Tug's wheelhouse. 
 
 I'm going for it. 
 
 Wish me luck.
