Dawn of the Dead
In order to commence battle with the undead a little preparation is highly recommended... Get beefed up
Try Llanishen or Fairwater leisure centers both with a gym and pool. For some combat style training, book a paintball session at Nationwide paintball, you'll be a rampaging Rambo in no time.
Alternatively why not take up dance lessons and steer the zombies away from their bloodthirsty violence by engaging them with the Thriller dance then visit the Celtic Wrestling over in Canton for some tips of how to choke hold or elbow drop a zombie into submission.
Look the part
Flannel shirts do not say bad ass destroyer of the undead. Guys try Hobos, High Street Arcade to see if they have any leathers in – the ultimate in battle attire. Girls, zombie combat is not the time for handbags, get over to Blue Banana for some skin-tight punk style clothing preferably with lots of zips.
For footwear; Eccentrix's, High Street Arcade has some killer stilettos, now you're a bad ass bitch. Well Milla Jovovich didn't kick ass in a tea dress now did she?
Arm yourself
While looting B&Q in a search of weaponry may seem like a sensible option there's only so much damage you can do with a fist full of nine inch nails. Head instead to a proper greasy spoon café... try Cardiff Market on St Mary's Street. Café 37 does huge fry ups. The idea being two fold, 1. Recharge with a hearty breakfast and a brew and 2. Steal all leftover cooking oil to make chip fat flame throwers; Zombie inferno.
For some much needed muscle/human shields for your battle head to pubs with big sport screens such as Walkabout on St Mary's street, source some stocky rugby fans, with the same I.Q as zombies they are the perfect sacrifice.
Last stand
Go underground; try the dungeon-like metros bar if you can handle the smell and the sweat. Frequented by Goth-like teenagers and grungy students, the zombies will take one look and think its already undead, allowing you to celebrate your survival by getting paralytic – you'll fit right in; dribbling home, ketchup stained kebab down your shirt and dragging your feet, bemoaning the fall of night.
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