You are walking down a dimly lit street in a dangerous section of town. The windows of the tenements you pass are broken or boarded up. Occasionally, you hear muttering. You cannot tell which direction to avoid: the sound is all around you. Cars that have been stripped and burned litter the street. Just outside the broken down door of a building that was once a house lays a blood stained mattress.
In your pocket you have seven one hundred dollar bills and several twenties. You are wearing a gold Rolex. The ring on the hand in your pocket has a diamond John D. Rockefeller wouldn’t have been able to afford. Your shoes are Jimmy Choo. Your bag, Louis Vuitton.
Knowing that you are in a bad neighborhood and that you have far more valuables on you than really necessary, would you start skipping and singing “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow”?
If you have any sense of self-preservation, you will not.
Put yourself in that same neighborhood, but this time you are not Little Orphan Annie all grown up and brain damaged.
This time you are making your way from one safe house to another. The Royal Order of Wildebeest have sentinels tracking survivors. Their orders are to trample on sight.
|From How Stuff Works|
From a pre-invasion stand-point, nothing you carry has much value: water, rope, beef jerky, dried fruit, a small knife, and a flint. Not a gilded anything in the whole lot! From a post-apocalypse stand-point, you are ridiculously wealthy.
You have a sudden urge to belt out a show tune. Perhaps one of the more upbeat songs from Les Misérables. You have made it this far, why in the name of Jeezus would you draw attention to yourself!
You wouldn’t. You keep to the shadows as best you can. You keep your gear stored and out of sight unless you absolutely have to use it. If you are with a group of people, you talk as little as possible. And you sure as hell do not start arguing over who slighted whom. That’s an awesome way to get trampled.
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