"We already found the rope," Kyle says.
"I found a flashlight," Danny says.
"I think I saw some knives in one of the drawers," I say.
"I'll go check," Kyle gets up.
"That just leaves a gun and a video camera," Liv shrugs. "Anyone see any of those?"
"No," I shake my head. "But I know where we can get a gun."
"Got the knives," Kyle says as he returns.
"Good, lets go," I command.
"Where are we going?" He asks.
"We have three hours to get everything to the mill," I say. "I know where to get a gun so let's just get that one out of the way."
"Why do you know where to get a gun?" He asks.
"Don't worry about it," I say. "Let's go."
Kyle grabs the bag and I lead the group down the road.
"Where are we going?" Kyle asks.
"You'll see," I groan.
"No, Mack," he denies. "You'll tell me because I'm not doing this anymore. I'm finding out my sweet, innocent girlfriend knows where to get a gun and frankly I'm pretty damn confused. Where are we going and why?"
"I made friends with a guy while I was in the Department," I say. "He gave me his address and said if I ever find myself in a position that I feel like I need protection, he'll hook me up with a gun. Are you satisfied?"
I lead them to Thomas's house and tell them to wait in the road.
"No," Kyle shakes his head. "I'm coming with you."
"Fine," I say.
I knock on the door and wait for an answer.
Please be here, I think.
A couple more seconds pass before Thomas answers, standing there in nothing but a pair of sweatpants.
"Nope," Kyle says, placing his hand over my eyes.
"Mack?" Thomas asks in disbelief. "Holy crap. I thought I'd never see you again! How are you?"
"I'm good," I smile, pulling Kyle's hand off of my face. "I need a gun."
"Make that two guns," Kyle says.
"Two?" I ask.
"We don't know who we're up against," he reasons. "I want us to have some protection."
"Okay," I sigh. "I need two guns."
"Something that can fit in the waistband of a pair of jeans," Kyle says.
"Come on in," Thomas smiles. "I got just what you're looking for."
He leads us to the basement, unlocking one of his gun cabinets. He pulls out two pistols.
"Here you go," he says. "Anything else?"
"We applied for clothes but I think going back for them would be a little unsafe," I say hesitantly. "Do you happen to-"
"Got you covered," he interrupts. "Upstairs this time."
We follow him back up and then up a different flight of stairs. He leads us through a hallway and into what was probably meant to be a bedroom. One of the walls is covered in computer screens, tech gear scattered all around the room.
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Completed. A war-stricken city is learning how to recover from the long line of deaths it has faced. With devastating losses and no one to lead this community through its recovery, things can't possibly get worse for Feldor. That is, until this insi...