It's safe in the walls...It's safe in the walls... This was the mantra Karma chanted in her head everynight while trying to go to sleep. It didn't seem to help much, though, and it seemed like her sister was shaking her awake a moment after her eyes closed.

She grumbled and rolled over, before her sister's words set in. Leaving? Why were they leaving? Alarmed, Karma sat up, grabbing the clothes Sam had thrown on her bed. She pulled the ripped jeans on over her shorts and tugged down the t shirt over the tank top, before reaching to grab the backpack her sister insisted she keep packed. The Fluttershy pin glimmered oddly in the light from the window, so once Karma was ready, she went to the window, tying her long brown hair back with the ribbon around her wrist.

Outside all the buildings were on fire. People were running and screaming. Panicking now, Karma turned from the sight and rushed to the next room. "Sammy?" Karma called out, her panic creeping into her voice. "Sammy....Sammy, what's going on? Why is everyone screaming? Sammy, where are we going?" Her sister had run her through so many drills, that even though the world seemed to be spinning, she was turning and grabbing various items. A screwdriver from the dresser, her shoes on her feet, food into pockets, and many other tiny items.

It might have been strange that she was calling for her sister, if this was a normal world. But, the world was no longer normal, and Sam was always calm and clear headed, keeping them protected. She made Karma feel much safer than her mother currently did.

(Okay. Again, sorry it had taken me so long. v.v)