In case of a zombie apocalypse . . . well, I just don’t know.

I know that it’s a possibility based on the way the past 13 or so months have gone. I can see the vaccines turning people into the flesh-craving undead and the world being taken over by zombie hordes.

For the record, I am not an anti-vaxxer. This is all in jest. I plan on being vaccinated at some point in the near future, but just in case . . .

If the world is truly overrun by the walking dead, my plan is simply to eat all the quesadillas and give thanks that I’ve had a good life. I don’t really see myself surviving long in a zombie apocalypse. I just don’t think I could run that fast, especially after all those quesadillas, along with the requisite chips and queso. I’d be a goner.

But just in case I manage not to become a human hors d’oeuvres, I think I’ll hang out with people who are faster and stronger. That way, I can be the moderately funny one with the wise-cracking one-liners. Maybe even the undead will be too busy laughing at me to eat me. At least that’s how I’m hoping it’ll play out.

But thankfully, it’s all hypothetical. I do like The Walking Dead and all the zombie movies, knowing in the back of my mind that I’m 98% sure that they don’t really exist. Maybe 96% sure.