Sandra gazed at him, looking positively conflicted.
"Don't!" A voice came from behind.
Alan was standing in the doorway, eyeing them both.
"Eavesdropping." Sandra said, glancing back at Alan. "I thought you were classier than that."
"Don't go." Alan told her, ignoring the snide comment. "Its dangerous."
Sandra gave him an odd look.
"Since when do you care about anyone but yourself?" She asked him.
Alan gaped at her, speechless.
Sandra stared deeply at him for a moment, then turned to Ryujin again.
"Let me take care of something first." Sandra told him. "Five minutes. Give me five minutes, and I'll go with you."
Then, Sandra stepped into the bunker, Alan following her closely.
"You're not serious." Alan protested, and for the first time, Sandra thought she heard a hint of concern in his voice. "You're not serious,
Sandra marched around the corner, and into the kitchen area. She opened one of the drawers, spotting the item she was looking for. It sat in a pile
of many small items and a few slips of paper... a big, black thing, concealed in a holster...
Sandra retrieved the gun from the drawer, slipping it from its holster, gazing at it all over. The black metal shone flawlessly... It was a special
type of home defense gun, which Dorian had purchased for her a year ago. It was a revolver... a large, thick revolver, which shot 12 gauge rounds. It
was number one for home defense, as Dorian had always described it, and it was a very unique gun, but up until now, Sandra had almost no interest in
Now, losing herself entirely, staring into it, it seemed that the strange gun had become her best friend... an ally... a particular fallback which
she, now that the world was beginning to fall apart, could no longer live without...
She buttoned the holster to her hip, around her studded belt, then popped the gun open. After finding a few loose 12 gauge rounds in the drawer,
Sandra loaded the gun, made sure that the safety was on, and carefully put it in its holster.
Sandra's leather jacket covered both of her hips, so thankfully, her gun wasn't obvious. It made her uneasy, knowing she had a loaded firearm on her
person... but, she'd practiced using her personal handgun at the shooting range more than enough times to feel comfortable using it. She imagined that
shooting living people was probably much different than blowing huge holes in paper targets, but nevertheless, Sandra rounded the corner again,
marching passed her uncle's work counter, then she turned, facing Alan.
"I want you to get the key out of that drawer in the kitchen, alright?" Sandra told him quietly. "There's a silver key in that drawer. Get the key and
lock the armory. I don't want anyone getting into my guns while I'm gone."
"Please." Alan said, watching her pleadingly. "Don't..."
Sandra placed her hands on his shoulders, steadying him.
"You're in charge while I'm gone." She told him.
None of them would listen to me--"
"If anyone gives you any sh!t, tell me when I get back, and I'll make them answer for it." Sandra cut him off. "Don't tell them about the armory. Arm
yourself if you want to. Try to ration the food, too."
Alan gave her a long, sad stare.
"When will you be back?" He asked softly.
"I don't know." Sandra answered. "As soon as possible."
Sandra embraced Alan, and after a small moment of shock, he returned the hug.
Then, Sandra marched out of the bunker, closing the door behind her.
She gave Ryujin a serious face.
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