We're Going On A Trip In Our Favorite Souped-Up Trailer

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I woke up early like I wanted to. I rolled off my bed and took out my laptop and my weapons.

On my bed, I powered on the computer and searched, "Quality of Swords." I found a page called "How To Find Good-Quality Swords." Then I unsheathed the sword. I looked it over and saw that as far down to the crossguard as possible, there was an inscription on the blade. I opened another window and got to Google Translate. Then I typed in the characters using the language changing mod. Phantom Assassin was the response. Fantomuasashin in Japanese.

I looked at the blade and at the web page. The sword was a katana made from 1060 high carbon steel reinforced with low carbon steel in the middle. It was double-edged with a two-handed grip, and the sheath and the crossguard were high quality. Despite the katana shape, the crossguard wasn't in the typical oval pattern. Instead, the oval was slightly curved down and was longer. The grip was made of leather and the pommel was a little heavy, though the sword was still balanced. The edge was folded many times, and a faint light blue wave pattern ran down the middle of the blade. The blade also was a light shade of blue.

I set the sword back in its place and was about to look at the gun when there was a knock on the door. I sprang up and haphazardly stuffed the weapons in their hiding place while calling out in that I'm-not-ready-for-you-because-I'm-hiding-something-I-don't-want-you-to-see-and-I'm-trying-to not-show-it-in-my-voice-but-I'm-failing-miserably tone.

"Who is it?"

"It's me. Doc's calling some people to his lab." Jack said. He was the head scientist at the stronghold. His real name was Dr. Thermo, but he insisted on being called Doc. Or Doc Ock.

"In a sec."

"One. Come on! We'll be late!" With that, he evidently ran away, because his footsteps were quite loud and noticeable.

I opened the door to find him already down the hallway.

"Come back here!"

I ran after him, sticking to my human capabilities. We sprinted all the way to Doc's lab door, and both instantly stopped, took a deep breath to calm our heart rate and our lungs, and walked through the doorway like we walked all the time.

The lab was pretty big. It was almost the size of my school. It was filled with tables and test tube holders, cabinets and big machines. Already in the room were twelve adults and five kids, including Jake. There were a few rows of seats, and we headed towards them. We took a seat next to each other and waited. Two more adults came in five minutes after, and Doc stood up. He headed to the front and turned on a projector.

A few blueprint designs flickered to life. They were of a kind of trailer, one that was buffed and could hold against a zombie horde. Doc explained in that super fast voice that you get when a seven-year-old high on sugar describes an incredible experience when he only has two minutes.

"So, this is a trailer design made by yours truly and it is super resistant to zombies and hordes," he said. Then he took a deep breath and went slower.

"It's going to be a living space. The higher-ups have decided to travel to visit other Strongholds on a month-long trip. And by that, I mean they want us to do that. We're doing this to learn and study Assassins and Phantoms."

He used a laser pointer to indicate the front of the trailer after the chatter had calmed.

"There is a kind of ram, so any zombies in the way will be pushed out of the way. Here," He indicated the wheels, "Are chains for grip. There's a place on top to hang out or to fight off an invasion."

He showed off a ton of the features. It was pretty cool. The trailer had emergency exits, bunks, rations, bullet-proof windows, and reinforced walls. It had a ton of storage space, too. Most everyone agreed to go on the trip. It was set in two days.

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