Civilization collapsed and you survived. Clambering out of your last-second shelter, you gaze upon the crumbling, smoking, and slightly jizzy ruins of what was once the local town. Every government has collapsed. Various groups are trying to gather without getting caught out in the open.

Pic related is the cause, they're intelligent, numerous and organized. Plus, their hide's tough enough to turn away a copper blade. One of out every ten of the bastards is armed with a back-mounted 50mm mortar.

Object to your right is your first weapon. Object to your left is your second weapon. You managed to find a shiny new filter straw, too.
How fucked are you? What's your game plan?