Zombies are slow, and stupid, well, smarter than some people I know, still, I'm fairly certain I would survive a zombie apocalypse, after all I played my fair share of Resident Evil. I'll require right key's to unlock few doors, some gems to open a gate, all which can be found in a police station.

Breaking doors, and jumping over a gate is not an option. Though still in dire situation, I would also read various files which may contain vital information, personal diaries perhaps, which owners while being attacked by zombies chose ink instead of defending, I guess they thought pen is mightier than the sword, or they wanted to help a fellow stranger such as myself by writing down a safe combination. After that I would head to missile launch station from where I would nuke the entire place, I would hide in catacombs, any kind of shelter that can endure the blast, along with other survivors. Our new home would be called the Vault 101, and it would be sealed for at least 200 years until my great-great-great grandson's father finally opens the door and disappears. My great-great-great grandson goes after him, on his quest to find his father he fight mutants, robots, and whatnot, and eventually destroys Megaton. The End.