Clothes:
Grey pajama pants
Socks and tennis shoes
White long sleeve shirt
As a Survivor:
I'd keep my load light, carrying only my weapons (and ammunition, obviously), a bottle of water, a bottle of aspirin, a couple of jars of peanut butter, and a med-kit.
Weapon Choices:
Shotgun
Katana (if unavailable, baseball bat)
Attitude:
Oddly calm about the situation
Sarcastic
Dry Wit
Slightly Bitter
Very concerned about my partners' well-being
Slightly flirtatious if the female partner is attractive
Quotes:
"Oh, fuck me." *said with a tone of extreme irritation*
"Who pissed off the hell-*****?"
"Look out! Tank!" I then proceed to hum the theme for Cowboy Bebop.
"My foot. Your ass. Now."
"Wow. If it weren't for the blood, decayed flesh, and hunger for my brains, that girl would actually be kinda hot. Oh well." I shoot her.
"Hey, guys, check it out! There's a 7-11. Let's see if they have any bottled frappuccinos."
*I see a Spitter for the first time* "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?!"
*To the female party member in a sarcastic tone* "The blood on your blouse really brings out the color of your eyes."
"Think Bill Murray's still alive?"
"Criticize me all you want. My range of movement in these pajama pants is significantly greater than yours in your jeans and khakis."
*I see a Charger* "Come on, *****. I've seen women uglier than you. I've lived in Arkansas."
"According to Zombieland naming policies, you may refer to me as Arrakis."
"Whoever alerted the horde, thanks a lot. Oh well. Since they're coming for us anyway, I've always wanted to say this.
"Ahem.
"'Father! The sleeper has awakened!'"
*My facial expression comically serious* "Your fast movement and hunger for my flesh are no match for my kung-fu."
"Guys, I just realized something. No matter how disturbing, how grotesque, how completely profane the events surrounding us are, somewhere out there, there's porn that's more disturbing than this could ever be."