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I have a hatchet by my bed. Not necessarily related to preparation for the impending zombie apocalypse, but more a gift from my boyfriend to assuage my fears that a homicidal maniac will break into the apartment and kill me (see, I sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door which means that when the killer breaks in I am obviously the first target - so long as he doesn't attack the cats which, honestly, breaks my hear to think about; I mean, who would attack a cat?! A hairless one at that?! They're so sweet and stupid and will most likely greet him when he picks the lock and slides the door open - WHY WOULD YOU KILL A CAT?!).
This hatchet could also be used to fend off zombies, though I would prefer the extended range of a machete.
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