Tell the wife, Oil of Olay ain't doin' S***.
When in doubt, I'd go to the ocean on the biggest freakin yacht I could get my hands on, shoot my way to the marina, untie and go.
Guess I'd be having fish for a while, island hop and do recon to find uncontaminated populations. Otherwise, "F" em, I'll live at sea.
P.S I promised Hazcat I would pick him up first.