It is going down and you are gonna ride it out at home. You barricade the doors, fill your tub with water along with several Home Depot buckets and board up the windows. You’ve got enough groceries to last you a while, but you have a cooking party to cook all your ramen and noodles so that you don’t have to eat dry crunchy noodles for however long this lasts.
Twelve hours into the emergency and your power goes out. After four more you lose water. It’s down to candlelight and foraging for flashlight batteries for light to see. You barely scrape by surviving for a couple weeks occasionally hearing screams and moaning outside your window. You look and you see hordes of zombified humans. You can’t help but feel guilty as you know you did this yourself but it’s too late now, what’s done is done and all you can do is survive. Concerned about being blamed you shred all your Voodoo math into a million pieces just in case.
One day, when you’re on the verge of running out of water, there’s a knock on the door.
“Hello! Is anybody there, this is the Emergency Response Action Group or ERAG. If there are any survivors, please knock on your door four times” the man says loudly. “We’re moving everyone to an evacuation zone.”
What do you do?