Early this one morning, I was rudely awakened from bed by something going "bump" in the night. I immediately snapped into SHTF mode, and grabbed my pistol with laser and tac light, rifle with 3 mags taped to the side, and shotgun with shell bandolier, and my tactical sandals, and ran out into the night to engage the "Tangos." I heard noise in the bushes, and instantly engaged. After peppering the area with all 6 rounds in the shotty, I tore my thumbnail off reloading, and jammed the shotgun. Now pouring blood from the gaping wound on my thumb, I ditched the now useless shotgun and switched to my rifle. I poured round after round into the bushy area, finally emptying so many rounds I knew it was time to reload. I tac reloaded the assault rifle, and after one "boom" it jammed. #$%^!! After dropping the mag, I realized that some of the duct tape had wrapped around into the magazine. That one was FUBAR'd now. I pulled a quick "Tap, Plug, Rack, Curse, Bang" clearing maneuver, and got things out of order... When the pain and pink mist had cleared, I assessed the situation and found that I had blown off my left pinky, and jammed the action on my right thumb. Now down two thumbs and a left pinky, I had to get rid of the now thoroughly jammed rifle. Remind me to get a piston conversion for the darned unreliable thing! I discarded the rifle into a tactical discard barrel, along with the "cover material" (last night's trash), and used my pistol to make my way to my car. I grabbed three kevlar vests and ran for the tactical transport. I drove recklessly fast to the local store, and went to buy more mags and ammo. Only there were 23 masked guerilla warriors there. I grabbed my back up rifle, a lightweight KelTec SU16. But there was only one magazine, a 10 round Thermold; I got off 3 rounds before it jammed. As I realized this was TEOTWAWKI, and the invaders descended upon me, I knew that if I had only had another 20 round mag, I could have survived the night.
