William froze. He stared at the ground blankly as the darkest of all thoughts crossed his mind. “What wrong, Dad?” “All right, now you two need to listen to me carefully and do exactly what I say. Starting right now, you need to begin prepping the bunker as quickly and quietly as possible. Stow as many provisions as you can fit in there. Think in terms of what we will need to survive for years, not weeks. That bunker needs to be fully prepped and ready for residents immediately.” “Why? What’s happening, Dad? You’re scaring the shit out of me.” “I don’t have time to explain. Just get to work,” William said. William walked inside the farmhouse and retrieved a pen and a piece of paper. On the paper, he wrote fifteen names. He handed the paper to James. “What’s this?” James asked. “I want everyone on that list to meet tonight in the cider mill. Tell them to pack clothes and keepsakes, not too much, just the essentials.” James looked at the list, and then looked at his father. “Everyone?” James asked incredulously. “Yes, everyone. Now get working.” James and Crocco walked off the front porch and jogged towards the cider mill. William walked to his office on the second floor. He turned on his computer and prayed for the satellite uplink to connect him to the internet. William fist-pumped under his desk when the connection opened and a young woman’s face appeared on the screen. “Good Evening, Mr. Blake. I’m Charlotte, concierge 4576, how do you fare?” “Hale and hearty, hearty
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“I want to know where they are and how many men are coming. Find out, and don’t fail me again,” He replied sternly. “In the meantime, what’s our plan from here?”
“Well,” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, “how about we settled down and talk about our plans for the morning?” Everyone agreed and sat in a circle discussing their ideas. Next, they decided they should head to bed due to the early times they would have to wake in the morning. As they woke up, they put on their layers of clothes, grabbed their bags, and headed for the Johnsons’ business. They would be staying in an attic, which luckily had a bathroom, but would have to sleep all in one room. They set up their belongings and set rules which they would have to follow to stay safe.
Lionel held up his hand. “We’ve had enough, thank you. But if you’d be so kind, please pack that up and the extras. I’ll stop by the kitchens later to retrieve the leftovers. However, I will accept that pitcher of mead.”
He nodded, looking in his bag and seeing the bare minimum for dinner. “It’s enough for us.” Charles handed it to her, and she headed off outside to the market.
As they went in jack had woken up from anesthesia he was in luck because his friends were walking into Target with their Moms.He hollered,waved,and gestured to them but never got their attention.After minutes of thinking he thought that maybe he could call them.As Jack was looking for a phone he found James’s phone but when he was about to pick it up James and Josh had
“ I want you agent to rescue my daughter from this city and her friends if possible and bring them back here. I will have a helicopter on the roof for you in 3 hour to get you there and back, so get your bags pack and get ready by then.” said Chris