Olive stood stunned as the Johnson's made their way out of the driveway and sped off down the street. Her face and thoughts were blank, her body still stunned. She blinked and turned towards her house in a panic. She made her way into the living room and found the remote, her hands shaking as she tried to click the buttons. The images flashed across the screen, only confirming the inevitable. She saw the images of helicopters, showing the damage from above, the smashed rubble that seemed to go on for miles upon miles. Smoke filled the air, fires spreading out across both of the cities and its surroundings. Her mouth was open as she watched and she covered it, a few small tears escaping from her eyes, her thoughts too stunned to listen to the words from the reporters and scientists on the screen. She fumbled with her phone, finding her mother's number. She called it though the lines were busy and she understood why,<span style="font-style: italic">There is no way I can get through...all these people.</span>She couldn't believe it. She brushed the tears from her eyes.<br/><br/>Olive ran up the stairs and grabbed her bag, filling it with money, knowing she needed to get what she could, though was grateful her mother kept a huge stash of non-perishables in the house like a pack rat. She ran outside to the back, deciding against taking her car. She found her Friesian, Uncle, and led him to the stable and threw on three large saddle packs and nixing the saddle, knowing this was of no concern and glad he could handle the weight. She put on his bridle and mounted him, taking off towards the nearest, though large store.<br/><br/>The store was packed, as she had assumed, though the amount she was surprised. The cars in the parking lot had double parked, many in a terrible and sloppy fashion. She tied her horse to one of the bike spots, securing it with a lock, knowing at this time people would do anything. She rushed inside and stood stunned for a moment, mesmerized by the people running around her; it was crowded and it seemed like shear panic. She got pushed on her shoulder and awoke from her daze. She shook her head and walked past the clothes, know she had plenty to satisfy the need. She took hold of an two empty carts, pulling one and pushing the other, and began filling it to the brim. She filled one with water, seeing that many people hadn't bought the expensive water and she was grateful there was even any left. She threw in chips and oatmeal, cereals, anything she knew would last, as she knew it was not just canned peas that mattered. She made it to the checkout line and noticed immediately they were not scanning the food, only taking a general fee. She paid $300 before leaving. She stuffed the saddle bags full, Uncle shifting his body as the bags increased in weight. She resorted to holding a few things, the bags full of her winnings. She untied the horse and took off, ignoring the sounds of people screaming in panic.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://horsebreedslist.com/horse_breed_images/128/big/friesian-picture-4.jpg">Friesian</a>