Things were really quiet throughout the school. There would be the occasional groan or moan, but other than that, it was dead quiet. It wasn't usually this quiet, there would usually be more groaning and the occasional echoing, distant gunshots, but today...things seemed extra quiet. I have always wondered about the distant gunshots. Where did they come from? How far away were they? And most importantly, who fired them? A psycho? Or maybe even, a survivor? I guess that is one mystery that will never be solved.

James Mason seems like a nice guy. He seems to care a lot about her daughter, Andrea. On him, he has a swivel flashlight (which was what I saw shining in his chest pocket when we first met), a glock, and a double-barreled shotgun. He told me that his hunting rifle got smashed by a long-arm. Lucky for him, he had found the shotgun about an hour later on a dead guy. In fact, that was how he got his glock too (off of a corpse). His flashlight, he said that he bought it from a local hardware store about a month ago, he didn't say what hardware store it was though.

I had told James about the evacuation that is going on at the football field. And let's just say that he was a little skeptical about leaving the school. He said that he wanted to stay here at the school and continue looking for Andrea. He did, however, said that he will help us get there. After that, he'll stay behind in the field and continue his search else where.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked him.

"Yeah, Andrea is the only one that I care about that I know is still alive out there. I want to find her." James replied.

"How do you know she's still alive?" I asked.

"I found this in front of a locker earlier." He said as he pulled out an audio diary. It was labeled "Andrea: Daddy, where are you?"

I nodded, then said, "Alright, if you're sure that she's alive...Then, I can't force you to stay with us."

My group and I were still in the saferoom. I was polishing my guns, Alexis was on watch, and Eleanor and James were asleep. It has been several hours since James joined our group. All he has done for group, so far, is keep watch for about an hour and a half until Alexis came and took over. During his watch, he asked me several questions about our little adventure. Questions like "How did it all start?", "Have you fought any crazy people?", "Tell me more about this 'Dallas'.", andthings of that nature.

As I was answering James' questions about our little adventure here, he was jaunting down everything I told him into this notepad that he had produced from out of nowhere with a black pen.

I asked, "Are you writing this down? Why?"

He replied, "Because I'm a writer. This is a gold mine!"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

This cafeteria saferoom is okay. It is large, but there isn't anything..."memorable" about it. There were scattered tables here and there. In the front of the cafeteria, there were two booths where they most likely served lunch and two carts were covered in graffiti. The graffiti had messages like:

"Ted, head to the football field. Me and Barney will be waiting for you,"

"Hal, we found Mom. She was sitting in a ditch crying. She killed Dad when he tried to help her. She's one of them now. -Emma,"

"I heard distant gunshots to the east earlier,"

"I don't think they can swim."

Under the last message, there was a response. It read: "Are you sure about that? I think I saw one of them swimming earlier."

There was even a message in Spanish that I couldn't read, mostly because I don't know Spanish.

About ten minutes after I talked with James, my radio started to vibrate. I was getting a call. I took the radio off my belt and answered it.

"Ryan, Me and Hawkeye have just cleared out the football field." a familiar voice said. It was John Halls. He probably got my channel from Hawkeye.

"Okay, do you want us to come over now?" I replied.

"Affirmative, be careful on your way here though. I think I saw someone coming towards the field earlier."

"Alright, I'll see you there. Thanks for the warning."

So, I spent the next ten minutes preparing to head out. I told everyone in the group to get ready too. I had to wake up James and Eleanor from their little naps. As we were preparing, I saw James, once again, writing in his notepad. After a few more minutes, everyone was all ready to leave the saferoom.

"Everyone ready?" I said.

Everyone nods. Determined looks on their faces.

"Alright, Let's go." I said.

We filed out of the saferoom. And we were soon back out into the quad. It was probably still the earlier morning (I'm guessing nine o' clock?), the sun was up in the sky though. There were several wanderers out in the quad. They were easily taken care of though, especially since we are back to have a four-man group now.

The field soon came into view. There was several humvees on the field. I also saw several tents set up. There were several mountains of luggage around. There were also some concrete walls scattered around. I saw only a few strays and wanderers just roaming about. Then suddenly, several gunshots rang out and all the infected dropped dead onto the ground.

I said, "Everybody, get down!"

Everyone in the group obeys and lays down on the ground. A figure comes out of the tent. It looked like the figure was wearing some kind of armor. In its hands, I could make out a pistol of some kind. I take out my radio and tuned it to Hawkeye's channel and spoke into it.

"John, we've found the "someone" that you mentioned earlier. He seems dangerous." I said.

"Yeah, Me and Hawkeye have you in our scopes. He's wearing riot gear armor. He's also using a customized P228." John replied.

"How did he take out those infected? He didn't even see them."

"It seems he knows how to ricochet his bullets. If things get ugly, we won't hesitate to fire."

"Alright, thanks."

I turned off the radio and told the group everything that John had told me.

"Everybody hide, let's see what he does." I said.

Everybody scatters and hid in their own hiding spots. I hid behind one of humvees.

Then, the man yells, "I know you're out there!"

Who is talking to?

"I know you're hiding. Show yourself!"

Was he talking to us?

I was watching him through the side window of the car. It looked like he was looking right at the humvee I was hiding behind. A gunshot rings out and I hide a "ping" and a bullet hole appeared in the window in front of me. Any closer and that bullet could have got me right between the eyes! I guess he is talking to us.

"That was just a warning shot! Come out!"

I stood up with my hands in the air and looked at the guy.

He grins at me and says, "I knew it..."