Well ok, you’ve surrendered. Now what?
What’s your plan going forward, or are you going to sit there trying to demoralize everyone who’s still got some fight left in them?
So, you keep making all the appropriate noises, but the sincerity is gone. You look at a Crown Vic as a target, estimating angles, ranges, chinks in the armor, as a mental exercise. You make sure you can find moth balls and sugar and Karo syrup and ammonium nitrate fertilizer and nitro methane fuel, (RC model airplane fuel, with various fractions of castor oil, and Estes electric matches.), in the shops. Not to buy, just to confirm locations, like a submarine checking the horizon before going deep, again. You know the dope to dial into the scope of the .30-06 for every 100 yards out to 800, for the full house loads with the 200 gr Sierra Matchking BTHP, the ones that flatten the primer when fired...
There are people who won't believe what's happened, and even after the cattle cars start rolling, making noises about, "They still need us, they're civilized, logical, there are LAWS!"
Have you picked out the material for the Yellow Star they want you to wear?
I haven't "surrendered." First you have to clear the Zone, and then you start making alternate plans.
Eventually, there will be the word "wolverine" spray painted on the side of a burned out police car... I hope I can remember how to spell it.