Gather up a few things.

With no idea of what you are supposed to do now, you decide to focus on what is in front of you, the clear need for clothes. Grabbing a bundle of cash you spot a little note, "Be careful I think they are watching. When you leave this place you can't come back till you can pay them back 10 fold, I know it." Tucking the note back in the drawer you go ahead and grab a total of $5000 you want to take more but the note has you a bit flustered. With the idea that you can't come back you go for the ID cards, staring at a blank license there is a flash of blue as a name forms in your head, Nina Kral, it further states that you are female, 5'4" 110lbs with blue eyes, blonde hair, and you were born on March 12, 1995, as it finishes you go ahead and pick up a bank card, a Visa card, as well as a passport. All of which fill out the same info as the license, well as much as is needed, you even instantly know the PIN numbers and credit limit on the visa. As you stare at the bank card you can't help but think you can just say a balance and it will be there. "Well shit, then I don't need all the cash." You put back all but $500 and looking at the card you say, "$20,000". Instantly you are sure it is in the bank for you. "Wow. So I'm like rich." But as you stand there smiling you remember the warning, pay back three fold. That is a heck of a debt. "Fine how about $5,000". But nothing changes, it would seem the magic only works once. Like it or not it would seem you have 20k in the bank and might just owe 3 times that to some unknown magic group.

Finally you look over all of the weapons. "Wait." Turning back to the documents you fish around till you find a concealed carry permit and it fills in your info as you pick it up. That in hand a gun seems a little less scary, and after hearing the thing in the basement you really think you might just really need several if you want to live. Not entirely sure what you are getting into you just take 2 guns, a rifle and handgun, or at least that was your plan till you realize how heavy guns and ammo really are, "I need a car or something to carry stuff, there is no way I can carry everything. Which hits the list of things to buy right after clothes, and maybe food, and a beer, eew no a mixed drink.... "Did I just think beer and eew. Aaah fuck this sissy body." Reaching into the gun case you pull out a few rather huge guns dead set on going with a manly pistol. Sadly your hands are to small and each one seems as oversized as the next, till you pick up a rather large black .44 magnum with a 2.5" barrel and pink rubber grips that are obviously fitted for a female hand. "Nice." Visions of the gun bouncing off your head when you pull the trigger run through your mind, but some part of you just says grip the damn thing with two hands and squeeze it slow. The gun holds 5 rounds and there are 3 speed loaders next to it you also take. With the first gun weighing about 2lbs, you would guess, you give up on trying to carry a rifle or shotgun, but you do want a little back up gun and look over all the small ones, rather quickly settling on a cute little all black polymer sub compact 9mm p320, it comes with 3 12 round magazines. For each gun you grab just one box of 50 bullets, as the weight of it all is beginning to be way to much to carry. Especially with no bags or anything.

Wrapping yourself in a bed sheet you toss everything into a pillowcase and head over to the door. "Hell it is nearly 8pm, I don't even know if any clothing stores will be open. Maybe I should spend the night and go first thing tomorrow. With a glance at the fridge, you can't help but think the existence of food will be the deciding factor.