You don’t really take guns with you on vacation, as a rule. It’s also not a time you are very concerned with laying in supplies, with the possible exceptions of beer, condoms, and suntan lotion. But the islands are the islands, and so we bought a couple machetes off the locals. Not with cash, of course… we traded away all Jenny’s gold and silver jewelry and my Rolex.
So then we set off hacking and slashing our way down the beach, looking for a pier with boats still tied up. Zombie tourists have a hard time shambling in white sand.