A local's knowledge of the land and family/neighbor relationships matter and the folks I know in rural areas aren't hurting in the ammo department. A Rambo wannabe from the burbs isn't going to fare well.
You seem to have animosity to suburbs and don’t think much of people who don’t live in the woods. You call them “Rambo’s” for having a survival plan for their families. Wonder what natives called people who moved onto their land, claimed big chunks, forced them at gunpoint elsewhere.
Unfortunately, during an apocalypse with survivors, there will be many in need of compassion, a safe place. The rule of law will be gone, except the law of the jungle. That’s scary and hard to fathom with all our legalize and self delusion about owning land and having rights to what was already stolen.
My plan is to get away from population centers as soon as things don’t smell right. Waiting too long would be fatal, and Im in a rural area. Roads clog up at the drop of a hat as it is, and thats with supply chains intact. Things get worse southward from me. North is where I’d head, at lest until the spores or nuclear dust settles. Being armed would be a given, pretty much a good idea going many places pre-apocalypse.
Some people take comfort in religion, and look at the demise of civilization as part of some big preordained plan, and therefore a good thing to be embraced. Nah, Im more inclined to think of Darwinism, and the predatory tendencies in human nature. Don’t know if I’d be up to the task, but ammo cans make great ballast for canoes.
Hopefully, the Great Lakes would not be polluted to toxicity. People gonna need to drink. I think short term, depending on the season of course, I’d head towards Atikokan or Armstrong, until it’s clear how things are going to go. Less likely to be marauding gangs there, and less contagion. In a robust nuclear exchange that area would probably succumb to prevailing winds if not an initial blast. Canada is targeted as much as the upper Midwest, Im sure. Oh well, maybe I’d die with a fat walleye on my line or skinning out a caribou. Worse ways to go.
Something cheerful to consider.