Given how slow the elevator is in my building, I’d do nothing. I’d be dead before it showed up.

Follow the neighbours to the bunker.

I'd probably be safe and sound, since I'm in a small town a bit away from Melbourne, so an air strike wouldn't affect me unless they tzar bomba the shit out of Melbourne.

Get in the cool dirt under my house.

This is how this situation was depicted in a made for TV movie on NBC. https://youtu.be/n28NoLNarNs?si=DHOgJqb1QWzulkqg

I will go as close as I can to the most touristy area as soon as I can in hopes I get vaporized so I don't survive the blast. If it's fake then I guess I'll go to some empty nowhereish area in a big touristy park and call 988, then go shoppin and buy some starbucks. The street vendors selling flavored honey and enamel pins and stuff probably are gone so I can't shop at their thingies otherwise I would. But honestly I'm sick of calling 988. I'm tired of fighting. Tired of trying. I'm going to have dementia in my thirties anyway might as well cut my losses.

opening some of the jails.

they are far enough away from any reasonable target to be safe, and with a few motivated friends, I might be able to pull a few bank jobs.

I don't have to fully imagine since northern Japan has gotten alerts thanks to a certain neighbor. As for us, there's that can be done. Nowhere has basements. I do t know if anyone nearby even lives in a concrete building. Wed likely then make our way to the municipal office at some point as it's our closest designated disaster/evac point.

I assume it's a mistake because I live in a small town that would never be a target.