Once he has finished, everyone begins to throw out ideas. Well, it looks like we're going to head out after dinner time.

This should be interesting on a full stomach. Hopefully I don't get queasy at the sight of blood on a full stomach or someone's going to be wearing vomit. And that someone won't be me.

Maybe that can be my defense mechanism.

"Come with us Wild Fire." Kaiser instructs. So, I obey my uncle and follow my new found family and Damien out of the room. We walk through some halls and down some stairs. My newest addition to a father opens up a steel door. Once we all enter, my uncles open up several lockers that have different weapons in it.

"Come Princess. Let's see what you prefer." Dawson says with a lopsided grin. I walk over to his locker and glance around. There's different types of guns in it. Two spot my eyes. Ones a shiny teal colored gun while the others a matte teal colored gun. I glance between the two and all three uncles look at the two guns I'm deciding on.

"She really should have been Mac's birth child." Dylan laughs out. What does he mean.

"What has my youngest picked out." Draven says over my shoulder. A smile plants itself on my face again.

"Yes, what has our youngest picked out?" Mac says from behind.

"She's debating on the Smith and Wesson 9mm semi automatic. The satin Robin Blue colored one." Dylan answers.

"Good choice. What's the other one?" Mac asks.

"Ruger Max 9mm. The one that's matte turquoise." Kaiser finally answers.

"Just like Mac. I see. How about she takes both; so she can see which one she like more. If she can't decide then she can take both." Draven finally speaks up.

"How about we see what's in these lockers as well." Kaiser says to me. I follow him to Dylan's locker. It's not really his locker, it's the one he opened up. I see everything a human could need to survive an apocalypse.

"Why the hell does someone need a flamethrowers?" I squeak out.

"Hey! Don't judge my little friend." Both Dawson and Dylan say in an offended voice. I should have known the twins would be the ones with precious flamethrowers.

I look at the one Kaiser opened and see an arsenal in there. Every gun, knife, hell weapon you could own is in there. I look at the knives and spot a few I like. I pick up twin looking matte black ones. They has flames dancing around the handles.

"I knew you would pick up these." Kaiser says. He kisses the top of my head and tugs me around everyone. We enter a shooting range. Kaiser walks up to a lane and nods his head over towards me.

"We're going to do some uncle and niece bonding time. I'm going to teach you to shoot these two weapons. In a bit, you'll learn how to properly use a knife. Well the two knives you picked. Later, we'll work on combat fighting." He explains. He puts my clip on. He places goggles and ear muffle things on my head. He does the exact same thing. He positions my hands on the gun and stands behind me. My head is resting on his stomach. Seriously, what did they feed these people when they were babies? He helps me raise the gun properly.

"When you want to shoot, click this off. It's your safety. Once you're done, click the safety back on." He explains again. With my arms raised, I take my finger and click the safety off. I hold in a deep breath and pull the trigger. I click the safety on again and lift my other gun up. I position it right before I click the safety off. I fire one time before I put the safety back on. Kaiser clicks a button and my target comes forwards. He stops it in front of my face and he inspects for the two shots. I don't believe I hit the target but he's thinks I did. Hence why he's inspecting it. He turns around with a shit eating grin on his lips.

"Two holes millimeters from each other. Head shot." Kaiser tells me. He points it out and dead center of the forehead is two holes. Both are conjoined. My second shot partially entered the first one. He takes the target off and begins to show everyone my work.

"Our niece has quite an aim." Dawson says with pride shining in his eyes.

For hours we have worked on the knives which were called stilettos and my combat fighting. I surprisingly done well with everything. Now it's time to head up and start to prepare for dinner. As we make it to the eating room, food is already laid out on the table. There's potato salad, macaroni salad, steaks, salads, baked potatoes, drinks, plates, silverware, and dessert.

What the hell, are we having a fucking feast?