“Got your firearm?” My dad asked me, as he boarded up the window.

“Yeah,” I patted my rifle.

My sister brought our go bags and water bottles. “We’re all set. Mom is getting fuel.” She said. She also had a gun.

I cranked my emergency radio to get the news.

“Enemy troops approaching Franklin. Stay sheltered in place.” The report crackled ominously.

“When the time comes,be ready.” My dad said.

“We’ll sneak out at nightfall.”