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                     Road to Canterlot                     
                     -by freezerburn7-                     
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                        Packing up                         
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Packing up
You grabbed the last of your ammo, and stuffed it in your backpack. You removed the old mag, and loaded in a new one, on both of your guns. You opened your closet, grabbed your machetes, and counted them. 37 in total. Sans looked at you curiously.
"Why do you have 37 machetes?" he asked.
"Never know when you need a new one." you answered. You stuffed all of them in a duffel bag, and grabbed the rocket launcher under your bed. You removed the blanket of the bed, and used a machete to slice it open. You reached in with both of your hands, and pulled out 2 duffel bags.
"What's in those bags?" Sans asked.
"20 grenades in each bag." you answered. Sans started laughing. "What's funny?"
"Wait." he said, "Your serious?" You nodded. He just left. You shook your head, and continued to gather your stuff. You walked over to the balcony, and looked up. You tried to climb up, and succeeded. On the roof, was a sack, and a case, with your most important gun. Your sack contained things you can use to kill zombies quietly. You opened the case up, to reveal your most important gun. A gun that looked like a rocket launcher, but better. There were 3 more things in the case. 3 orbs. Each one, for the gun. You liked to call it, Plasma Power. You were worried for a moment, because you thought that wasn't enough for it, but you remembered there were more. You jumped off the roof, and landed directly in front of the door. You grabbed the shovel by the door, and started digging in front of the door. You hit something hard, and pulled out a canister. Filled with 3 orbs. You dug a bit more, and pulled out a sack as big as the sack with silent killing tools. This time, filled with orbs. You were wondering if you forgot something, and remembered nothing else.