...when he blows the trumpet, so when the world ends, I'm thinking this isn't going to be a concern
Sorry, couldn't resist. I think that in case of utter civil breakdown (which is what I expect you meant) I'd want a room full of ammo for my .243. Doesn't make the biggest holes, but it makes some doggone accurate ones. I love that rifle. And I could play all day if I had enough ammo for it.
So when the Martians come marching down Cypresswood Drive, give me about a hundred cases of .243 and room on the roof. Oh, yes, and lots of Diet Cherry Coke (must stay awake to shoot Martians... must stay awake to shoot Martians)
springmom, who's obviously been spending too much time in the forest hunting bambi