I've read enough end-of-the-world books and watched enough end-of-the-world movies and shows to know that people with small children generally do not survive. I blame the children. I've got two tiny ones myself: the Juban Princeling, who is now 5, and the Duke of Juban, who is 19 months. When--not if--the Zombiepocalypse (Zombie Apocalypse) happens,... Continue Reading →