Hah. Post-Apoc fiction is my favorite genre.
In most novels amongst “the group” of survivors there’s a mousy accountant type who’s only role is to demonstrate the author’s distaste for people with these types of skills. This person usually dies pretty quick. That’s me. Am accountant. Not tall or athletic. I have an amazing skill set of things that would be completely irrelevant after the fall of modern society.
My partner on the other hand would do an amazing job. Tough as nails.
She seems to have an innate understanding of how and what to forage? Often she will rip some young leaves off a tree she found in a car park or whatever to cook up at home.
She will eat anything from the ocean including molluscs and things, and is also an expert at finding and catching any kind of seafood. I’ve seen her catch kill and cook squid, crabs, shrimp, prawns, oysters, cockles, urchins, snails, octopus, and ofc a variety of fish.
She keeps a large vegetable garden in our back yard too. Large enough to sell surplus to friends and family.
She also has a net that she uses to catch swarming beetles and crickets and so on.
She’s also a fighter. Like if someone broke into our house “I’d like to think” I’d beat the shit out of them, but she would absolutely get more punches in than me.
We live in Australia, she’s a migrant. There are very few Australians (even indigenous) who could out live her in the apocalypse.
Politically, yes, physically, no
The worst possible combination
Also, ask yourself: What’s love got to do with it, got to do with it?
A powerlifter who knows power tools.
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me with twinkish physique and various mental illnesses.
Looks like I’ll be locked in the vault with the rest of the breeders. 🙃🙃🙃 I’m a dom I swear
… Twinky Dom you way?
I’ve got a bear physique, and I can protect you in an apocalypse so long as you don’t mind living in the middle of nowhere and eating a lot of mushrooms. I’m particularly good at growing mushrooms, tomatoes, potatoes, and any form of squash or zucchini
I am also very handy with tools, and can crochet and needle point!
Nahhhhh, that bitch would have you as a milk maid and/or breeding sow before he’d make your life anything worth enjoying.
I realize now that I will not make it in the post apocalyptic world. Probably taken out by a staph infection or something else currently preventable like a bad tooth or something.
I’m small and weak, so the only thing I’d have going for me after the apocalypse is my nutritional content 🍖 .
Actually, that’s pretty much true in the present 🤷♂️ .
