Everly pushed the door open, stepping into the room. As the light from the hallway spilled in, her eyes widened in horror. She let out a high-pitched scream, falling back dramatically. Ania quickly caught her, steadying her.
"What the hell is this?" Everly stuttered, staring at the contents of the room.
The room was filled with an assortment of weapons, enough to outfit a small army. Guns of various makes and models lined the walls, rifles were stacked in crates, and an array of bombs and explosives were displayed on shelves.
Ania, unable to contain her amusement, laughed. "Are they getting ready for war or what?"
Everly, her voice tinged with both fear and sarcasm, shook her head. "This looks like something out of a doomsday prepper's wet dream!"
