You know what I wonder? Who wants to keep on living, in a sheltered compound, for any length of time, if the world around them has collapsed? Especially if yo

You know what I wonder? Who wants to keep on living, in a sheltered compound, for any length of time, if the world around them has collapsed? Especially if your lifestyle up to then consisted of jet-setting to different locales, eating all kindsa fancy food, listening to DJ sets or seeing Broadway shows. So you've got your gilded, gunned-all-to-heck compound, but there's no Internet, no culture being produced for you to consume or take part in, nothing left of the day-to-day human experience. Your life is now canned food and worrying about the zombie hordes knocking on your door. What, at the end of the day, is the point of living?