Okay, this is a very interesting question (Your question has been GQed. You’ve been forewarned.). Personally, if I were living in a warzone and surrounded by enemies, I assume that I’ve already been “marked” as an enemy of society (for example, I’m Jewish and living in 1944 Berlin and have been ostracised by society as it is). I also assume that I don’t have the resources to escape as nobody in their right minds would want to stay in a place where most people hated their guts. Would it be too much to also assume that I don’t even have any family with me?
As a result, I would do my best to not enter the streets. I might just get killed and nobody would blink an eye. If I had a benevolent neighbour who was willing to help me I might get my groceries from him/her. If not, I’d probably make sure I go out in broad daylight where there are as many people around as possible and hoard essentials to last me out for weeks.
If I had a phone or the internet I would do my best to contact relatives/friends outside the warzone to help me arrange transportation out out out. And if I couldn’t that wouldn’t change my daily living schedule, which would go something like:
- Wake up fearful for my life (who knows when a mob’s gonna crash through my door and execute me? Or whether I’m going to sleep and die as somebody set fire to my house in the dead of the night?)
– Peek outside the permanently curtained window to see if there’s a hating crowd waiting to take my life on the streets
– Eat my breakfast, lunch and dinner, keeping my eyes and ears glued to the television/internet/radio for any news of a ceasefire and signs of a return to normalcy
– Try to find somebody kind enough to talk to me as I hate being alone. But if there’s nobody then I guess I’ll just have to rely on the net. If I don’t even have that I suppose I’ll have to just write a journal, tend to a plant, get a small quiet pet or create an imaginary friend a la Castaway
– Feel my hairs growing whiter and whiter from the stress
– When it’s night I’d probably keep the TV to a minimum and turn off all the lights. Don’t want to draw any attention to my existence to outsiders.
– Seeing as that’d be the case, I’d probably turn in early
– My sleep might be very light though. In that sort of atmosphere I might just wake up to the slightest sound (see hateful pitchforky crowd above for reference)
– Wake up and repeat till the war ends or till my situation changes (most probably jail or death)
Yeap.. That’s probably how I’d live…
And that’s how I never want to live..