You're sitting on your bed and writing in your "War journal".

"Moving here was a tragic mistake. People here are... sick. I hear weird sounds after dark. Now the phone calls, saying that they're 'just cheking on me', but i ain't buying it. Wearing Kevlar vest and carrying a sidearm at all times now..."

Suddenly, a knock at the door. You freeze, the pen still in your hand. Then another knock. Louder. You rise from the bed and creep toward the door, eyeing the peephole. Your breath catches in your throat. It's the police

Police officer: "Could you please open the door? We're here for your scheduled wellness check."

This is it, they're here for you, they're planning to take you out, you know it!. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine. You lie that you're fully naked and ask for a few minutes to dress up, but in reality, you're moving to your hidden arsenal... You put a chest rig over your kevlar vest, grab your AKM, spare mags, some hand grenades, boot knife, and a big, remotely-controlled pipe bomb and run to your kitchen to plant the pipe bomb on a kitchen stove, just in case. You know this isn’t just a wellness check. This is them coming for you. You can’t let them take you without a fight.

You make your way back to the door...