If you need to get away, I'd suggest you find a boat.
A fishing boat, maybe with a little cabin for sleeping and a small store of food, can be nearly self-sustaining. The only flaw is running out of gas.
Until then, you'll be able to breathe deep in the natural, fresh air. You won't see a single soul for miles as you bob around on the ocean. If the world turns on itself, you'll be one of the smart ones, one of the sole survivors. You did it.
Things are scary right now. Still, no part of me wants to make a break for it. I'd rather spend this time at home with my family, my cats, and my books.
Everything works out in the end.
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