Theres a new transmission over the airwaves. Under the “Presidential Emergency Powers Act”, they want us to turn in our guns. Soldiers will be coming door to door to collect them, the announcement said. They made it sound all polite and friendly, but you know this shit is about to get ugly. I’m not giving up my guns for anyone.

I read the president’s “emergency powers act”, along with the emergency powers granted to the governor of my state. They can collect and ration the food, alcohol, firearms and gasoline. Saying “collect and ration” is just a polite way of telling me that if they want my guns or my gas they will come and take it from me. The world has gone crazy, the person next to me might be plotting to cut out my heart, and they want me to give up my guns? They want me to let them ration out the food and line up like a sheep for the slaughter? Fuck that. No way. Time to hit the road.

The problem is, I think someone has been creeping around the place the last few nights.

I know the National Guard camp is to the north. I am hoping to find a way to get behind them and disappear into the confusion and chaos. It’s going to take a long time to disarm this part of the state, but the population is really dispersed. I’m sure they will work in grids, locking down a section at a time until they finish off a quadrant, then regroup and move to a new quadrant. If I can get out of sight and disappear, the best place to be will be a quadrant they think is already disarmed. After that it’s just a matter of staying undetected. And not running out of supplies. And not running into any sick fucking killers. Or anyone that wants to rob me of my guns. Yeah, I guess that about covers it.

I just heard something outside again. I have a feeling it’s the guy who did the artwork across the hall. I gotta sweep that apartment one last time. I’m sure there’s something I missed.

Then it’s time to try my chances out there.