Living carless on the ocean fringe of a city of four million, where would I exactly go? I don't think the 434 will be running to Topanga. No, I'll sit on my balcony, awaiting the undead hordes, while I read the collected works of Richard Hofstadter.
Funny thing is I try to be prepared but the reality of it is if we aren't at our rural cabin when the SHTF we are stuck in an urban setting. Instead of trying to prolong the demise, my wife and I should just grab some good cigars, a great bottle of bourbon, a couple of chairs and plant ourselves in the front yard and embrace the end.