>After sprinting several blocks I stop to take a breath
>I take a quick look around and see I'm in a suburban area
>More importantly there aren't any cops around yet
>I can't stay here though
>They'll undoubtedly  after me soon, but where can I even go?
>I'm alone and don't even know what state I'm in
>Would it even matter if I did? If congress passed a law banning waffengiests that means no where is safe for me
>I can't worry about that now. I need to focus on living through today before I can worry about tomorrow
>I take a closer look around the block
>There's lots of bushes along the sidewalks. If I see a cop I can probably hide from them there
>Maybe I should try going through all these backyards instead
>No, it's still the middle of the day
>If someone sees me and calls the police they would find me very fast
>I don't think they know which direction I went, I need to keep it that way
>I resume jogging but immediately freeze
>A few blocks ahead a police car drives across the street and out of view
>I start breathing again
>Dammit, if I freeze like that again I could get killed
>I take a deep breath to calm myself
>I start walking forward while looking for police cars or anything that might tell me where I am
>A few more blocks later I'm out of the suburbs and come across and 1950s themed dinner by the side of the road
>Maybe I could ask them for a map?
>After taking a few steps into the parking lot I hesitate
>Would that be too suspicious? This close to the deadline will they think I'm a runaway rifle?
>Also I doubt most people walk around wearing M81 woodland camo pants and a dull gray t-shirt
>I wish I could have talked to other waffengiests more so I could understand how our clothes work
>The sound of a car getting closer snaps me back to reality
>I look down the road and see another police car driving right toward me
>Looks like the decision has been made for me
>I turn around and sprint toward the Dinner's entrance 
>I burst into the dinner and crouch next to one of the windows
>As I lift my head slightly above the window sill the police cruiser drives past the dinner and out of sight
>Shit, that was close
>I get up and take a look around
>The place is a 60s themed dinner with old records and pictures of cars covering the walls
>Despite having dozens of booths and tables there's only a few people here right now
>I notice a couple old men giving me suspicious looks so I decide to have a seat at one of the tables furthest from the entrance
>Maybe it's a good idea to stay 
>I make my way through the mostly empty dinning area and take a seat at one of the tables
>I need to come up with a plan
>First, find out where I am
>Second...I have no idea
>If it was an act by congress then no where in the country is safe
>Maybe I can run to Canada?
>My thoughts are interrupted by a TV on the wall
>”...and further demonstrations will be met with increased force according to the ATF.”
>Hearing those three letter immediately grabs my attention
>It looks like the TV is on a news channel
>A middle age woman speaks as videos of riots play in the background
>”With just a few days until the deadline to turn in firearms with so called 'weapon spirits' the governors of Idaho, Utah, and Montana have joined to rest of the anti-ban states in claiming that they will not allow federal agents to enforce the ban in their states. Arizona National Guard has even been ordered to 'turn around' any FBI or ATF convoys being sent into the state in preparation for the upcoming deadline.”
>I can barely contain my excitement
>A waitress gives me a funny look as she sets a glass of water next to me
>I try to calm myself a bit more to keep from making a scene
>There really are people willing to fight for us?
>If there are people resisting the ban maybe I do have a chance
>I just need to get to one these “anti-ban” states and maybe I can survive
>Now I just need to find out where I am
>”Here in Washington-”
>That was easy
>”-Governor Inslee states that he is expecting full compliance and will continue to push for common sense gun reform.”
>Common sense gun reform? Is that really what they call enslaving or killing me?
>A mixture of rage and confusion washes over me
>Why do they hate us this much? Do they think we're a threat to them?
>I just want to be left alone
>”Good!” One of the old men behind me says between mouth fulls of his lunch.
>”Ban em' all I say. I if they want to play with assault rifles they should join the army.”
>I keep my head down and try to stay calm
>”What good are these assault rifles anyway?”
>I try to focus on figuring out how to get to Idaho from where I am
>Maybe I can hitchhike? I don't need food like humans, so maybe I can-
>”Useless for hunting they are. That .22 those gun shoot couldn't kill a fox!”
>My fists clench under table as I think of all the things I'd do to those men if I wasn't trying to hide from the police
>”I tell you what, just get a 30-06! A good bolt gun is all you need. If you need thirty shots to kill anything you're just a bad hunter.”
>That's it
>My chair is thrown to the floor as I stand up
>A glass of water the waiter brought me as I was distracted shatters as it hits the floor while I shove the table out of my way
>I turn to face the two stupid old men...
>And see a pair of police officers approaching the Dinner's entrance