When the shit hits the fan, food supply lines are cut. People start to realize groceries won't be available much longer and mobs storm the stores and gas stations wiping out everything in stock. If you were prepared you'll get by for some time living of canned goods and other nonperishable items. If you have a vegetable garden, you'd better be ready to defend it. Some of the preppers start to realize it wasn't enough to prepare for the needs of their own family. They needed to be ready to organize and hire mercenaries. The more desperate the starving mobs get, the more risks they're willing to take. One by one the preppers are overwhelmed. Now society breaks down into mobs fighting to take what they can get, to keep what they have, just to survive. Through all of this the FEMA trucks appear with their headlights shining like a beacon of hope, offering the people lucky enough to reach them first military aid and protection. When you finally get a chance to board, you're transported to a sanctuary camp, and things calm down once you get there. Every day you get a slice of bread and a glass of water; it won't fill your stomach like the good ol' days, but it's better than nothing. The people here are barely kept placated, but they've lost the strength to fight or protest. After a few days you hear about occasional job openings. Workers have to be fed, and camp occupants are willing, even eager to be pressed into slave labor. Some who volunteer as soldiers may go on to become slave masters. If you're truly lucky, you may get a job as a chef, or a hunter. There is an opening for you, and you're led to be prepared. You get fed meat for the first time in ages. You've never had this kind of meat before and you aren't used to it, by now you're not even used to having food in your stomach. Trying to get it all down while savoring every bite, you wonder what it kind of meat it is. One by one your fellow patrons freeze as they come to the realization. Some leave the table to vomit. Being a hunter or a butcher will be a little rougher than you'd hoped. Now you need to decide. Do you have the stomach for it? or would you rather be on the other side of the knife? Are you ready for Camp FEMA?