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I'd try to read a book, but my glasses would fall to the ground and shatter. But oh well, at least there's the big print. Then my eyeballs would fall out... but I could still read braille books (well, not really). And then my hands would fall off, and finally, I would try to shoot myself in the head, but the gun would jam...
(a la Futurama)
Either that, or I'd pick up a shotgun and fend off the mutant zombies leftover from the virus.
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