While most of these "Zombie Squads" I've found are pretty much a paramilitary waiting for the greenlight to simply kill off anyone they suspect as 'infected', I hate to say it that ... adopting the policy of a paramilitary 'Gestapo' and killing off anyone they suspect will be the only way to survive in my neck of the woods. Rest assured, if fiction turns to fact and we get Zeds walking around, there will be groups of roving hit-squads out to stem the infection via any means necessary. Instead of giving you my "fool-proof" plan of how I'll save the day, nail the broad and ride off into the sunset on a zombie-killing T-Rex named Helen Keller while jamming out to some Audioslave, I'm instead going to highlight the realities of any situation remotely like that; using history itself and an interpretation of human and 'undead' nature to provide what many of the other's I've discussed with would believe to be true, very gruesome and very horrifying reality of a zombie/infected cataclysm.
To start, it should be well accepted that a traditional "zombie" is probably the most unrealistic type of situation to ever occur -- always shambling? Decaying? Rotten? Moaning at the slightest provocation of movement? These are all fictional misunderstandings that will, if utilized, likely get you divvied up among a mob of screaming, hollering and mauling infected personnel. To use the statement, "When it rains, it pours" is my best explanation of just how straight fucked shit will become if/when this crazy shit occurs. These "zombies" won't be the ones from George A. Romero movies, the glorification of those 'Slow, Children at Play' signs you see on the side of the road, these "zombies" won't be the shambling masses of outstretched arms you see in games like Dead Rising; these "zombies" will be nature's manifestation of thousands of years of putting up with our silly shit. While it's a bit of a leap to say that the infected from 28 Days Later will be running around and vomiting on us as well, it's not that much of a leap to suspect that whatever does cause this infection will be a very, very well prepared pathogen, parasite or viral anomaly; the capability to manipulate the human mind and body will be absolutely startling when it manifests. These things will be nature's ultimate nightmare, a monument to all that fucked up shit we've pulled while treading the dirt beneath our feet; over the course of hours, days, months, or even years, the chain of dominance on this planet will shift and we will find ourselves quite a few pegs below where we'd like to be. It just won't be the infected you have to worry about either, it will become your life -- for however short or long it is -- you will exist with the very real thought in your mind that you will become stomach stuffing or a corpse on the side of the road by the end of the night or sooner.
So how exactly will we, the valiant (-ly monstrous) defenders of humanity achieve victory against hordes of undead? Why, we'll use the tried and true method of complete extermination -- as both a warning and a suggestion, the first thing I would ever suggest to anyone in this situation is drop your fucking emotions. In armed conflict, far different from a zombie assault, there's still some semblance of humanity; you stop killing the enemy if they surrender, you acknowledge an order of cease fire from your commander when he declares that your war is over, and you go right back home to that pretty little sweetie making you a nice drink at home.
Yeah, all of that will go right out the window when you've got the hysteria of the zombie apocalypse bearing down on the shoulders of every man, woman and child who knows it will only be a matter of time before they disappear in a flood of grasping hands and gaping maws. Everyone talks about it because it's a fairly fun subject to discuss; who wouldn't like to pick up a baseball bat and start caving heads in -- actually, haha, you'll find out why melee weapons aren't a good idea unless as a last resort later -- who wouldn't like the thrill of running from a horde as they munch their way through a whole city of unprepared refugees? Well what happens when the reality of that hits, and you actually watch a human being devoured alive; it is always easy to just assume that your plan will proceed perfectly and that you'll blow through all your fancy checkpoints and save the game at every one of them, 'Achievement Unlocked; Wal-Mart Secured'.
The Infected; Zombies straight creep me the fuck out, anyone who looks you straight in the face and says otherwise is the one you'll need to watch out for. Watching 'Night of the Living Dead' or many of the other countless classic zombie movies is hardly a valid comparison to hold yourself to in the attempts of being 'ready'. What they do provide, however, is the realistic interpretation that things will go straight to hell in a handbasket; I appreciate the facts that in many movies, it's the people who think they're the best prepared that end up being a Thanksgiving dinner for a whole mob of Shambling Sallies. Rambling statistics, a conflagration could still achieve critical mass (enough infected personnel to facilitate a major collapse of humanity) easily even with the protection of the government, 'zombie-squads' or even well-constructed resistance. These things will be unlike any organism you have ever encountered before, even those of you who think yourselves to be the rugged, toughnecks that camp in undies or shave with a high-intensity laser; one thing you can't get from the zombie movies? The real sight of a man in tattered and stained clothing, a gaping wound in his neck caked with the vicious crimson of his internal 'machinery' visible, why do I use 'machinery'? Quite simply because that is what these things will be; a machine interested in nothing more than wrapping his hands around your neck, sinking his teeth into your throat and ripping away your larynx in between chewing teeth -- and that's just the first one that gets you to the ground, wait until some sonofabitch throws himself on top of you and takes a chunk out of your leg. Your fancy bludgeoning tool didn't work so well against a horde of them, did it? Maybe you'll be one of the lucky ones who accidentally becomes infected when they contaminate themselves by closing with one of these monstrosities; a flash of blood as you plunge your weapon through their neck and severe their spine splatters you in the face, or perhaps one of them just let's loose with one of those classic frat-party barfs as he's on top of you.
The Disorganized; Perhaps an even larger threat than actual infected, the frightened, huddled masses simply wishing to flee from the horrific wave of infected that crash upon the battered defenses of mankind. Many of them, many of you will not be able to seal yourselves within your mind and place your survival at the front of your subconscious; compassion will unfortunately become a risk -- a risk I, as a human, am occasionally willing to take -- and with that reality their compassion will place them in unfortunate situations. The tatters and broken hulk of society will leave the world in a state of shock, a shock many will simply be unable to withstand. These masses will be hysteric, some will be forever broken by the screams of those less fortunate than them, forever scarred by the images of those that have succumb to the Wave. These will be your 'LaMOEs' to quote the well-intending, but misguided Max Brooks -- the Last Men on Earth types; or your valiant, but horribly unprepared resistors to this horrible calamity, the ones who will honorably sacrifice themselves to save a group of dear friends, or perhaps complete strangers. Whatever their situations, whatever their ideology, they will be unprepared and unable to adjust to this new world.
The Organized; Quite literally, the greatest enemy you will have to face, will be those same 'zombie squads', ; with their plans failed and their defenses broken there will be nothing for them to hold to, they failed to stop this horrifying infection. What to do then? They will fight until they die -- but they won't just fight the infected, quite the opposite, outside of their established clique and group, anyone will be a potential deathbringer, anyone a potential thief in the night ready to strike. Unfortunately, I would fall into this category, there are preparations in my town for a sort of 'national emergency' where lines will be drawn and jobs will be raffled off; you will either receive a weapon for combat, or a tool for work, if you are unable to use either? I can only promise a quick death. In the regards of those groups that, for some reason or another, will decide to spend their remaining days trying to pursue a return to normalcy or some semblance of the 'good life', it is these that will be the most volatile and dangerous groups. Unfortunately, I find it all to easy to believe that many people who flock to these groups will meet a rather tragic end; herded outside and stood against the wall after they have been stripped of any necessities by their would-be saviors, and then of course, shot to death, beaten to death, or even worse -- left for dead with the hands of the infected beating at their doors.
So, have I sufficiently creeped you the fuck out? Well, I'll give you a bone and say that all of these scenarios I have contemplated have been the most pessimistic situations I have discussed with people; a nugget of gold, though? Is that your deliberations on the event of this magnitude is not all in vein. The simple fact that you, the user, the reader, or the theorist, has contemplated this situation and devised a plan for it proves that you not only have a chance of surviving, but a chance of thriving. While this event will be a game-changer on the likes of the dinosaur's extinction event, you must remember that you are human; that you, no matter what cloth of society you come from, possess the ability to survive and ascend beyond the problems at hand, for your instincts are the greatest tools of your survival. Remember though, that everyone thought World War I would be a straight walk through the park, just a few weeks of 'killing Germans and stabbing Austrians', but history will serve to tell us that complacency is our greatest enemy.