Places to Be, Things to Kill

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. I had gathered the supplies for the 105 of us that were leaving the base, leaving the rest for the others. I would not take more than what was allocated for each individual because I knew that when the war came, they would need whatever they had on hand.

But as much as I was willing to leave half of the solar panels and batteries, I would not leave them all. Despite the reassurance from the men that we would be back here in under two weeks, I just couldn't bring myself to believe that. Something was telling me that I would not be coming back here, and I was going to bring what I wanted with me.

That meant that the entire penthouse was completely emptied by the time we stepped out of the door and locked it behind us.