I was at a school with some friends and a handful of people I had just met the other day. We had prepared as best we could on such short notice, but we still pretty much defenseless.

It's funny how we got stuck in a school; it made everything seem like a game. Like we were just two groups of friends playing war or something.

I looked down the hall toward the entrance and Nick gesturing frantically, trying to tell me something. But I didn't have much time to think about it, because that's when the doors came down and they were throwing knives everywhere.

Why knives? Wouldn't guns be more effective? I jumped with a sudden realization—they wanted someone alive.

I turned and ran to warn someone, and saw a group of old acquaintances as I turned a corner, but then I collapsed and everything faded. The last thing I saw was a mop of dirty blonde hair.

I woke up being held roughly at the elbow, being guided to an SUV of some sort by someone with that same dirty blonde hair from moments ago. He told me to stay quiet and keep moving.

I got the feeling quite some time had passed. Had it been a couple days, a week? Maybe it was longer?

It's still a bit fuzzy here, but he was driving, and there was a semi driving erratically, almost like it was blocking us. Then we were pulling up to a beautiful two floor log cabin-styled house in the woods. We went in, and he rushed off to do something, so I started exploring.

After a few minutes I saw a silver sports car pull up with four familiar faces inside. I turned to shout to the man who kidnapped (saved?) me, but he was right next to me. He assuaged my fears by saying he was expecting them.

As they were getting out another car pulled up, filled with yet more familiar faces, and a few not so much. Blondie, as I'd come to call him, turned and said we should go downstairs and meet everyone.

Upon walking into the room I was softly congratulated by everyone. My bemusement must have been apparent, and everyone went quiet.

I started by asking what was going on. Where were we? Why was I taken here? Where was I before?

I was distraught. I was ranting. I was using it as a way to examine the large room we were in. There were ceiling-high windows for two of the walls. Lots of glass in the room itself too. Shelves, desks, dividers...wait, were those words on that door?

Yes, and they were moving. It seemed to be news stories from around the country. Looking around some more, I noticed there were maps, spreadsheets, and all manner of technical information on the clear panes. This was probably a base of operations. But for what?

I glanced at the faces lining the room again. They were some of the most intelligent people I used to know. They seemed a bit older, more tired. And they were all looking up to me, despite my apparent confusion. Maybe my first assessment of Blondie as the leader was wrong...