Two or three.
5 or more.
10, maybe more.
15 or 16.
A fire axe.
A machine gun.
A sniper rifle, when you have absolutely s**t aim and you have a great marksman on your team.
Or, a HK G36C, made with carbon fibre. Ready for action with 20 caliber bullets, revved up to fully automatic mode. The pride of the GSG9. (NOTE: To be good with a gun you have to know it inside and out.)
I'll just send my friend out to get a nice curry for us.
Hmmm, perhaps I could cut off my friend's arm.
It's just crisps, but it'll do.
To me, surviving matters more than hunger. I'll just carry on till someone finds us.
We can share it. I've got a rations list in my pocket!
I'll cook up a nice pasta and let my friends cover my station while I cook.
Use my pen knife to stab and cut and kill him.
Scream in agony till my death arrives.
Shout to my friends and hit the assasin.
Kick him off and pull out my gun.
Kick the god-damn zombie in the testies.
Wohoo! Wrestling! Time to put this mother f****r into a headlock!