My plan is elegant in its simplicity; I am surrounded by Mormons. While I may not have a years worth of food like my Morman compadres, almost no one has the stockpile of ammo and weapons that I do ... soooo, I start picking off my neighbors, eating them, and feeding their stockpiles to my family. Hey, you do what you have to do in the post-asteroid world.

This is only partially in gest. Me and mine come before anyone else.