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Josh looked around him. HEather came out of no where. He could have sworn she was asleep. "Thats not a good idea!" He attempted to yell out towards her. "Heather!" Josh let out a deep sigh and punched the door frame, running up the stairs and into his hockey duffle bag. He did not play hockey, it just helped up cary things around with him. Unzipping the bag, he pulled out an onld machette. He slipped the strap around his shoulder, and ran back downstairs.

Slamming the front door shut behind him, Josh booked it out the front door and hid behind the family corvette. "Heather, gotta find and protect Heather." He said to himself, looking around at the masacare around him. He figured the car would be good in this situation, but he refused to go back in the house. Thats when he remembered the keyes were in the glove compartment, spare keys anyway. He took his machette out of its holster, andsmashed the window with it. He reached ino the glove compartment, and pulled out the keys and started the car up. "Heather! Get in the car!"