As long as my V8 is going,
I'd grab the autistic kid over the road, cos he's strong as an ox and would make an awsome bodyguard, seek out the cute blonde Youth Worker whom I work alongside and fancy like mad.
load up my 8 jerry cans and fuel tank, then head for the highest hill,
when the local bootnecks (Royal Marines) are out restoring order, ram- raid the bottom end of the local camp, heading for the ammo compound, (I used to play round the camp when I was younger, so know the site like the back of my hand),
if We survive that far, grab what i could, hopefully, a decent machine gun and a Tank buster and appropriate ammo, and head back to town to raid a few shops of provisions.
Job done
see you on the hill, folks.
"Nemo Me Impune Lacessit"