As we walked to the collection room, I seemed to calm down. Emotions subsided over chatter with partners. Everyone packed their essentials into their backpacks. And each of them was different, for example, Bars -  medicines. Although it is logical, he is a doctor. Someone had a weapon, like me. Yes, we now had Kisa with her huge list of all kinds of guns. But somehow I got used to relying on myself. And yes, there is little that could have happened. They will separate us to different points, and then what? If I took mainly a pistol and a rifle with cartridges, then the Bear packed grenades and other...