Chapter V: Showtime.

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Janson went on to tell his sister about everything, from the hole to the whispers. Once he was finished, Anne sat there, starstruck. "Dude... LET'S GET PACKING!" She said, trying to lighten the mood. He smirked. "Already 7 steps ahead of you, open my closet and see for yourself." He chuckled. She nodded, utterly confused, and moved to his closet and swung the door open to find 2 satchels filled with ammunition, pistols, daggers, gas masks and extra clothing. "Wow... You really outdid yourself bud. Where'd you find clothes my size anyway?" "I made an educated guess" He laughed, Anne joining in soon after. "Oh! And also, there should be 2 other bats in there. Toss em' over while you're at it." "Sure thing."  She smiled. And she did indeed throw them his way, only for him to catch it mid-air, due to the speed training he put himself, along with his sister through. "Get dressed, and grabbed ALOT of canned food and water, for you. I'll get some for myself too. Wear something practical and apocalypse-ey, like you would in an action movie." "Ok, you dork. You too though." And with that, she was darting off to her room. As Janson got dressed and was about to walk out to look for his sister, he heard the most gut-wrenching scream, made by Anne herself. "JANSON HELP!" He slammed the door shut behind him and wore a gas mask, as they were both about to leave this place forever. He approached the living room and he dropped the satchel he was holding in shock.

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