Some fucking vacation, huh?
When you went on a cruise to the nearest place that isn't your exwife's general location, you expected to find a few problems, from sea-food allergies to potential agression from racists.
Undead are a bit hard to prepare for, but the brass knuckles have proven to be effective enough at keeping some gibbering madmen away. After that, running works too. Preferably while screaming a plethora of swear words that can only be learned by growing up in the bad part of a favela.
Emergency plan D was your least glamerous resort, but the inside of the engine has enough food for about a day, and the space for you to comfortably sleep.
After the second day you are out of food and out of your mind with boredom. The sound of the engines confirm your fear of being in open sea, so it's surviving for long enough that'll be the problem.
You open up the hatch, slowly and silently, and take a peel around the engine room. Two zeds at the entrance, and five engineers keeping everything in working order.
You have brass knuckles, a taser and a plastic bag.
Just a wonderful fucking vacation.
Paco Iglesias.
Health: healthy.
Energy: fine.
Armor: a shirt, a pair of jeans and sport shoes
Hunger: fine for now
Inventory:Brass knuckles, a taser(fully charged) and an empty plastic bag.
This guy is incapable of taking down Zero, or even make a large dent in his zombie population. But depending on how far you get, the more gain Zero gets, from a good zombie, to a random find.
You can do whatever, but the point is to survive the long trip.
The point of this is to make the trip not be boring.
Also, the spelling is probably worse then usual due to my spellchecker not being around right now.