Well, I was being sarcastic about the squirrel, poor guy.
My gut instinct is to grab my plate, toss it a the zombies discus style, grab my squirrel, and get into my pickup truck.
It's got all kinds of rifles and medical supplies in it. Then I'd head up to the ranger bunker up in the hills, lock everything down, and survive off rations.
I'd probably take a tiny amount of people with me. But only as many as the rations would support.