In a zombie apocalypse it's every man for himself.
The TR lads would be a distraction for my escape. I will have the cure that Will Smith game me 28 days ago. If I can keep the Winnebago running I will head out to the farm, until it gets over run by tanks and boomers. After that I will have to take a chopper from the top of mercy hospital to the military base where Bruce Willis, and Quentin Tarantino are corrupt soldiers infected with the virus. After making a close escape I find a gruff woody harrelson and Michael Care esque Jesse Eisenberg who is trying desperately to awkwardly get the girl. That gets annoying real quick so I hop a plane to the UK and take refuge in a bar with Nick Frost and Simon Pegg. We all live happily ever after in a drunken stupor.
The End.