I got into a discussion this morning that keeps tickling the back of my brain like a pube on the uvula.
Your safe house has been breached. The entire place is crawling with the undead, but you manage to secret yourself away in a hidey-hole that they will never find. As you lay in the darkness, terrified and alone, the diet of canned beans and fruit you've been living on since the Outbreak suddenly decides to haunt you.
They will either be trumpet blast farts that give you away with their noise or the silent variety that, although quiet, stink nearly as bad as the zeds themselves, leading them directly to your position. You can try to hold them in but when your stomach begins to moan like the ravenous undead it is still game over.
Is this something folks need to begin thinking about when they put together their survival kits? I think so. I think that perhaps the most underrated part of any survival kit could end up being a few innocuous bottles of Beano.
Well, its been 3 weeks right? Where do you go to the bathroom anyways? Your not telling me I've been crapping my pants this whole time? I love farting but, thats part of the territory when it comes to crapping. So, more info on the scenario pleeze.
It was poorly worded on my part. I have edited the "three weeks" section of my post and hope that it now makes more sense. Thank you for pointing that out to me.