Attack on Fabiola 2

She quickly opened her closet, pulling a particular silver cloth hanger, revealing another wall packed with ammunition.

Unfortunately, the wall was pretty narrow to serve as a hideout.

She knew that Brant would probably have an agape look right now, but she did not care.

She could not carry much either, she got her favorite automatic rifle and a smart watch.

She grabbed her pistol and knife from under her pillow and quickly stuck it in her waist band.

"Who are those people?" Brant asked.

She ignored his question.

She pulled a little wood carved porcupine resting on her bedside cupboard, the bed automatically raised itself to reveal a shining five step ladder.

"Holy shit! Who are you?" Brant asked in disbelief.

"Get in, quick!" She hurried him. She could get the steady stamping of heavy boots gradually approaching the door.

Good thing Brant did not argue.

There was a hard push at the door, he heard it too, because he hastened his pace. She followed suit. She literally jumped down, t