Hell, if the plague turns everyone but me and the Swedish Bikini Team into moronic, cannibal zombies, I'll just lock myself in a secret classified-documents room at Davis Monthan, read up all the tech manuals on A-10 'Hogs, get my new sweeties :? to load up the fuel, 500 pounders and gat gun, and go shred some nasty zombie ass.
Then, back to the Swedish Bikini Team, after stopping at Circle K for some brew and Funyuns....
Hooah.
Chip