The more I think about it, the more I would pick my apocalypse survival team to be nothing more than 1980s-1990s PBS hosts. (You know—assuming they were alive or resurrected at the time.)
So many apocalyptic shows/games are about people sitting around and squabbling over supplies, then dying. That’s a shitty way to live, even in shitty circumstances. You know that Mister Rogers would be diffusing arguments left and right to the point where people would feel bad just for raising their voice. Carl Sagan would keep everyone’s hopes up just by suggesting there are more decent people out there—aliens too, but more people. LeVar Burton would keep the kids educated and motivated in the worst of times, Julia Child would make the best food she could out of limited rations, and Bob Ross would make an excellent scout, given his good eye.
And if anyone still was a son of a bitch, Julia would snap his shotgun in half, stuff that turkey with the shattered remains of his gun and give him a little “seasoning”, and have Bob bury that offender’s corpse under some happy little trees.
You couldn’t bring the McLaughlin group along, though. Their constant bickering would just alert the horde and get everyone killed.