This strip is a bit of a “cleanser” between what I am calling act 1 and act 2 of the extended story I’m telling with Outnumbered. The last 8-10 strips have been about Megan wanting to make a change in her life , with not such good results. Next, well, I’m not saying, but I look forward to delving into the Outnumbered family more but also introducing some new characters along the way.
This gag, hit me while eating chicken and wild rice soup. I really enjoyed it. And, as usually happens, in my imagination I took that to extremes- thus coming up with this strip idea. Beyond the soup love, the other elements of this strip are from my life. My wife truly believes that I think its possible for the world to fall into a zombie apocalypse. I don’t. At least not when I really think it through. Still, I watch all the zombie films I can so I know how to fight them if I am every called to. Lastly-and this is the hardest to admit- I have had many a discussion with said wife about the possibility of building a bunker. Not to keep out zombies necessarily, but the horrible masses of humanity that come for my food stuffs, more likely. I loves me my food. Remember Y2K? My lady didn’t let me get the bunker but she did allow us withdrawing a few hundred dollars in cash in case the banks failed and hit the store for canned goods and water. Bless her heart. I think I’ll make her Queen of America when it all goes to pot and we finally decide to come out of the bunker.