Even the worst of us can find a companion in the apocalypse, after all. Sure, when society’s gone right out the window but you want to keep up the human race (or at least some camaraderie), you probably want to attract a mate, but let’s face it: when the numbers are down, probably all you have to do to find someone is not be a jerk. Lara Croft taught us that it’s totally easy to shoot around wild proportions, and to jump over dangerous obstacles, too, but old-school Lara was never particularly realistic while surviving, and it’s similarly hard to figure out why post-apocalyptic ladies are so interested in showing off the goods. That’s akin to ringing a dinner bell.īut games set in the zombie apocalypse sometimes do feature women in wildly inappropriate attire, heaving bosoms on full, dramatic display. Long story short? I would like to not be bitten by zombies, and the last thing I’m going to do is wave my cleavage around in their faces. You know, failing full body armor or a suit made from sixteen rolls of duct tape. Come the apocalypse, I want a good pair of boots, a comfy pair of cargo pants (not too baggy, not too tight), and something that covers my torso pretty completely (weight dependent on weather conditions).
