Every channel had the same message. 'Please Standby For Further Information'.

Judas and Allison found a small television in the Principal's office, and a whole roast beef sandwich on the desk. They decided that Allison could better give instructions over the intercom.

"That bomb was strange, huh?" She asked.

"How?" Judas asked, still swiching the television channels.

"It only killed everyone outside, and didn't penetrate the school. If it was nuclear, it would have vaporized everyone, including the buildings." She picked at the sandwich, only eating bits of beef at a time.

"What if it wasn't nuclear?"

Allison shook her head.

"There was a single explosion, and there's no non-nuclear bomb that I know of with one blast that only killed things outside with no damage to the buildings. Which means whoever did this wanted something in a building to live. Maybe that's what they're after."

She dropped a piece accidentally on the ground. The landing sounded like roast beef falling on paper. Allison looked to the ground and saw many stapled papers strewn about, and picked one up.

Allison gaped, and slapped her forehead in stupidity.

"What's that?" Judas asked.

"It's the emergency plan." She said.

"So?"

"So!? So that means there are instructions on what to do in a bombing!"

She flipped through it over and over, only to be dissapointed.

"The damn Principal took it." Allison muttered, and tossed the plan to the side. "Oh, wait! There might be emergency equipment somewhere!"

Judas just stared, because he knew if he said 'so?' again, he'd start looking stupid.

"It means food supplies, gas masks, life rafts, defibrilators." She then turned to the intercom, and turned it on to broadcast throughout the school. "Attention. There are emergency supplies stored somewhere in this school. The first people to bring them to the principal's office wins a roast beef sandwich. That's all."

Suddenly, the school stampeded with kids frantically searching closets and bathrooms. It's been seven days, and there's been not much food besides packaged crackers and bread that won't last long. Soon, four boys hefted a large orange sack, about five suitcases long. Allison tossed the sandwich to them, they cheered and left.

Judas quickly opened it.

"There are a bunch of boxes that say MRE on them. A few with that say FRH, a box of gas masks, and other stuff."

"Meals-Ready-to-Eat, and Flameless Ration Heaters," Allison said. "Non-perishable foods. Good. We don't have to wait now, seeing as we have gas masks. We can make it to the mall from here. We're leaving tomorrow, so get out enough MRE for one night for everyone tonight. I'm sure there's surviving foods in the mall."

--

In the cafeteria that dinner, everyone scarfed down their food, as it was the first night of a variety of foods. Allison continued to think with her yo yo.

'Why wasn't anything broken during the bomb? Why was it only the people outside that were killed? Who did it and why? Why isn't there any ash in the sky if it was a nuclear bomb?'

Many thoughts rattled through her brain, but they all stopped when the yo-yo's string snapped.

"Damn," she whispered.