The year is 2012. Loggers in South America accidentally disturb a pile of guano from a species of bat harboring a hitherto-unknown virus. Six months later, the "Orinoco River Mammalian Reanimation Virus" has swept the world and left less than 1 percent of the human population of Earth alive and... unaltered.
By a bizarre combination of skill and luck, you have survived the onslaught of the zombie horde. The world is infested with over 6 billion ravenous undead, each able and willing to crack your skull like a walnut before slurping out the delicious brainy filling. You have managed to relocate to an island with an ample supply of food and water, but supply of homebrew is running low. Safe (for the moment) from the legions of undead and militias roaming the post-apocalyptic landscape, how will you resume brewing? Remember... your LHBS is miles away and crawling with zombies that prefer brains to barley.
By a bizarre combination of skill and luck, you have survived the onslaught of the zombie horde. The world is infested with over 6 billion ravenous undead, each able and willing to crack your skull like a walnut before slurping out the delicious brainy filling. You have managed to relocate to an island with an ample supply of food and water, but supply of homebrew is running low. Safe (for the moment) from the legions of undead and militias roaming the post-apocalyptic landscape, how will you resume brewing? Remember... your LHBS is miles away and crawling with zombies that prefer brains to barley.