Get Pete's car, drive over to Mum's, kill Phil, drive to Goodsoulette's to save her from Supernick, drive to the Winchester and wait for it all to blow over, with a pint of Guiness because I've given up beer for lent! Would anybody like a peanut? In all seriousness I'd probably hold up at work which, according to the prophecy, is said to be fairly bomb proof. Unless zombies had infiltrated the building. in that instance I would have to call upon the help of the management committee from the charity I work for then hotfoot it up to our bothy which is pretty zombie proof being surrounded on all sides by Scottish peat bog, enough to stop an army of zombies from ever reaching us, and would also contains enough museli, pasta, beans, tinned tomatoes and textured vegetable protein to feed 5 people for probably a good 3 months, by which time provided cabin fever hasnt made us turn on ourselves, we'd probably be able to begin harvesting food which we'd planted, maybe a few onions, and potatoes, and with plenty of deer running about we'd get by fairly auspiciously until boredom, midges and rain forced us to seek repose in a nearby villiage where we'd either encounter a barren desolate ghost town, a world that was completely unchanged but for a few playstation playing simpltons or we'd be ripped apart by a legion of undead blood thirsty waking corpses.