Us against the world

My husband and son have had long discussions about who they would include in their survivor group in a zombie apocalypse. (I think it's hysterical that this was a serious topic of conversation.) Each member brings some necessary skill for survival. They include me, they say, because I will keep everyone positive and cheerful despite dire circumstances. Lol. Seriously. Otherwise, I have miminal survival instincts and am pretty useless out in the wild. Camping has never been my thing. Not even glamping.

Anyway, if I were in a room of survivors (although, how long would anyone actually survive in a locked room with 1000 people?), without my loved ones, I'm afraid the gift would be wasted on me. I wouldn't want to be without them. At the risk of sounding maudlin or hyperbolical, they are my raison d'être. So, if one knocked on the door, I would ask the group to put me out. And my loved one and I would be together, either against the zombies or part of them, I guess, if he was already one. But, most importantly, together.