Shit hit the fan.
The goose is cooked.
The boogie has been woogie'd.

Things are, in other word, fucked.

It was always going to be that way but in the end it went down faster than anyone thought possible — Congress & Cabinet fled to New Zealand and while the radio is crackling with slogans of unceasing resistance people know just how little your lives still mean to the them far, far away from where you are.

Your state's governor is thankfully holding onto what little of the national guard still remains loyal and the sheriff department seems willing to provide a modicum of safety but none of this will last and you know it.

There's already news of widespread copper theft taking over the power grid and it's only a matter of time before things just start to die.

You are
>Veteran. You got Perfectly Trustworthy Shooting Disorder and a bum leg and more ammo you than you can shake a stick at.
>Dad. Useful youngins. Alright wife. Encyclopedic knowledge of fixing this and that and everything in between.
>EMT. You got an ambulance, medical skills and lots and lots of drugs. The neighbourhood likes you.