I rushed back to my mansion ignoring the stabbing pain along my back. I knew I didn't have much time. I went into my closet and threw open the doors. Inside were several backpacks labeled for different reasons. They read:
"Rainy day" bag.
"Secret treasure" bag.
"Nuclear war" bag.
"Ice age" bag.
"Zombie apocalypse" bag.
"Save the Damsel" bag.
And Millie laughed at me for preparing these bags. WHO IS LAUGHING NOW MILLIE? Anyway, I knew they would come in handy.
I quickly picked up the last bag which held rations and weapons inside. I grabbed a pair of dark clothes and began to undress quickly. I looked in the mirror and noticed the long inflamed wound across my back. My nose turned up from disgust.
