A high powered flashlight, a blow horn, a pistol, were the centre of attention as they lay on the dirty cot, and many people had their dogs or cats with them. The man closest in the huddle picked up the blow horn.

“He knew… Van Mantra told us to get this for a reason. And I’ll bet all of these items have a purpose. With out this blow horn, I’d be dead.”

“Yeah, me too! The blow horn is to drown out the screams! I think that before we go fight, we should at least try to predict what the rest are for!”

“Fight?! Who siad we were going to fight?”

“Sam, he told us to have a gun! If the horn had a purpose, then this will too, and i don’t think it’s for cracking walnuts.”

“Well we don’t know it’s for fighting, what about protection?”

“Oh yeah, let’s just protect ourselves while they destroy our country! I say we gather up all of the flashlights, guns, and blow horns we can find, take a few dogs, and head east.”

The last statment was met with cheers throughout the stadium.