I came to an extremely tough realization the other day:
I will NOT survive the zombie apocalypse.
The chart is right. In the event of a zombie apocalypse most humans (except those Jamaicans and Kenyans) would end up as an extremely delicious meal.
But as a person with an autoimmune disease, I no longer have the luxury (not that I ever cared to take advantage when I was healthy, but still) of fantasizing about being Daryl in the event of a zombie apocalypse. In fact, in order to survive any length of time I would be one of those people constantly raiding pharmacies hoping to find the medication I need, wishing my doctors would quit trying to eat me and treat me.
What happens when the medication runs out? I would become a weak and slow moving target. At the least, I would have the chance to bravely tell my friends in a bind to go on without me while I distract the zombies from their escape.