Blades' plan for a perfect utopian socialist society

A little background...

I live in a large (ex)mining town in Northumberland, England. The town is densely populated, so the very first thing I want to do is get out. I have two close friends near by who I have included in the plan, one lives around 200 yards away and the other lives around 400 yards in the other direction. A third friend is quite important to the plan, but lives in the next town, 2 miles away (it will start to make sense in the main body of the plan). We spent a ridiculous amount of time in the summer doing things like climbing cliffs and hiking, so we should be prepared for the journey ahead.

Now, gun laws- it’s pretty bleak. Pistols are more or less illegal, regardless of permits and circumstances. Rifles are very strictly controlled, and you have to jump through 1000 hoops to get one. Shotguns, are the only firearms that a normal citizen can really get, but even then they require a police approved gun safe- bolted to the wall and floor, a permit, a decent reason for ownership (self defence is not an acceptable answer) So, as it stands- I will not have access to any firearms in the event of a zombie apocalypse.

Survival gear.

Each of us will put together a large rucksack, as soon as we fear zombies.
Each rucksack will contain
-Water (in collapsible containers, 5 litres per person)
-Tinned food, in liquid ((Baked beans, spaghetti hoops, tinned macaroni etc.) hopefully this will mean less need for the bottled water)
-Swiss army knife/multitool
-Metal tin, flint and cheap aftershave (Sounds a little silly, but the UK is notoriously damp, while we will have no difficulty finding firewood, we may struggle a little more to light it cheap aftershave should provide the alcoholic kick needed to get the fires going) lighting in an open topped tin should keep giveaway light to a minimum, and will make moving on quickly more easy- cover, empty, pick up and go.
-Rope
-one of those small ultra absorbent towels
-5 spare pairs of hiking socks
-improvised spare weapons (in case the primaries fail us)

The early stages

Like most people on this site, I don’t expect Topgear to be interrupted with an emergency BBC broadcast saying “Zombies are eating brains all over the UK”. So I shall be looking for signs, unusual homicides, cannibalism, headshots and unusual involvement of the military/special police forces- any of these events will have me on high alert.
Once it becomes clear that zombies are munching on brains, we will put the plan into action.
Both of the friends I mentioned before will have already put together a survival rucksack each. They will also have a few improvised weapons found out, at present; the best looking options are kitchen knives, golf clubs, crowbar, axe and hammer. They will then quickly walk over to mine. I will bolt the gate on the back garden, and we will check our supplies, quickly go over the plan and leave.

The journey

The first leg of the journey could be the most difficult; we have to meet a fourth member of our crew, 2 and a half miles away- through a densely populated small town. On the way, we would call in for my survival buddy Chojisama. For this stretch of the journey we will be using a car. We will load our supplies into the back, pile in and drive. We will avoid the main road; get to his house, where he will be waiting- ready to open the garage door from the inside. We will drive into his garage, get out of the car and pack his gear into the back. This person is very out doors-y and has lots of camping, hiking and caving gear in his house. So we will see what can be helpful to us, add it to our bags and get back in the car, drive out of the garage and across the golf course opposite his house. When we reach the end of the golf course, we will get our bags out, lock the car, hide it as much as possible (you never know what can happen) and climb down the cliff onto the beach.

The second part of the journey is a 12 mile walk along the beach, stopping at a cove where we used to barbeque and camp. At this cove, we should be hidden enough to be safe for the night. It’s also about 12 miles from anywhere populated. We will light our 4 can fires, cook up some tinned grub pass a little time (It’s important to keep yourselves sane...) and sleep in shifts, 2 awake, 2 asleep. The next morning we will have a much shorter walk of around 6 miles, stopping off at the local country park to refill our water, and camp under a cliff ready for the hard day ahead.

From here, we have another very difficult day. Walking along the beach will not be possible at this stage- we will have to move inland and cross the river. This will be very hard, because it means following the harbour in until we find a safe crossing, there will probably be a few zombies around there, so we will have to be on high alert. Once we get across the river, it’s back out to the coast and walk until we find a suitable camping spot for the night.
We will have another 2 days of walking north and safe-spot camping while we sleep in shifts then, if we’ve been walking quickly enough we will be across the see from Lindisfarne, the holy island.

It can be crossed by car/ on foot when the tide is out, most days, but we won’t be crossing straight away. We will cross part way at low tide and hide out in one of the emergency boxes (These are wooden boxes on massive stilts for idiots who think they can cross when it isn’t safe). From this box, we can look at the island and judge whether or not it’s safe to carry on to the island. It should be safe, there are only 2 small windows of time when zombies could cross, walking at
zombie speed, they would be easy for the few locals to halt.

One of the emergency boxes along the way to the island.

The new beginning

Lindisfarne was once a “holy island”- most people recognize it by that name today. On the island there is an old monastery, now ruined and the stones used to build the castle. There are a few houses and importantly, lots of farmland. The island church would become the hub of the community- town meetings, and social events would take place there- restoring a sense of normality and helping the people cope. The farms are tended by old fashioned farmers these days, it’s all very organic, with little machinery used, so the adjustment would be easy enough for people to keep growing food and raising livestock.
All of the fit people would be expected to pull their weight, this could be on the farms, in the security teams protecting the island from any incoming zombies or caring for the island’s more vulnerable residents, such as the elderly and disabled. People's homes would remain their homes- their clothes will remain their clothes etc. However, everything the people need to survive will be island property. Food will be equally distributed etc. The greates enemy of people trying to survive and start a new life will be man's greed.
In exchange for their work, everyone would be homed and cared for by the rest of the island. Using materials recycled from the island’s cars (everywhere on the island is within walking distance-cars would only be needed for leaving the island), woods etc. We would fortify the only entrance to the island to make it impossible for zombies to come through, by building a tall, strong wall. If any survivors happened across the island, they could enter on a ladder which could be passed down from the wall. Rules would be simple, and would be agreed with the people at the time, set out as commandments. Punishment would have to be harsh- but hopefully would only ever serve as a deterrent, rather than put in action.

If the island rules are followed and every resident helps out equally, there is no reason why life on the island couldn’t continue like this forever, or at least until the zombie apocalypse is over.