Denmark is to America what a small slice of bread is to a tank covered in bacon, chocolate and lard. That is to say: It's a lot smaller, a lot less obese and with significantly less firepower. In the U.S., you can just walk on down to your local ConsumerMart and buy yourself an arsenal that would make John Rambo blush. They've got more ammo than you can shake a stick at.
That is not the case in Denmark. As a general rule, Danes do not own firearms. We didn't need them. There's almost no crime, no murders, no natural disasters, no strikes, no nothing. In 2011, Denmark was the happiest country in the world. I shit you not.
As the happiest country in the world, Denmark was also the country least fit to deal with a walker incursion. We had no guns. We had no mountains or deep forests to hide in. It doesn't even get cold enough to freeze the walkers. It's a miracle that I haven't been eaten yet.
We did have one thing going for us. There are only two places where you can enter Denmark on foot. An easily defensible bridge about 20 yards wide, and the border between Denmark and Germany. Two places where the walker horde could have been held off almost indefinitely. It wasn't, of course.
But that's been the general theme so far, hasn't it?
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