Dallas library

Alex sat in the chair that she had been sitting in all afternoon. She hadn't felt this helpless since the day her father died, almost eight years ago, it was a day that Alex thinks will forever be burned into her brain as one of the worst days of her life.

As she tries to decide which is worst, thinking about that day or focusing on the chaos around her as the television news reports were doing very little to help settle anyone's anxiety. Suddenly she was jolted from her thoughts when her cell phone rang…

The school (a few minutes before)

The shots seemed to stop just as a large group of kids came running out of the building by the cafeteria doors. As the students began running into the parking lot, the police officers on scene had their weapons drawn to provide cover for the students; as well, if the shooters were among the students, then the police could take them out before they could shoot any of the officers or students.

All three rangers stood in their positions; but through their professionalism, they were three dads anxiously searching for their children. Gage notices Andrew standing in the crowd; his clothes were soaked with blood.

"Walker! Andrew's out" Gage yelled to Walker who was standing about thirty feet away.

Walker immediately runs over to where his son is and grabs him in a tight hug. Breaking the hug, Walker holds his son at an arms length to look him over to see if he is hurt.

Walker notices the change in his son, this morning he was a typical 14 year old boy. The young man that stands in front of Walker now, has a look to him that eerily reminds Walker of him-self. Andrew's normally lively blue eyes were dazed, but behind that there was a look of what best described as pure hatred and anger.

Walker, then, noticed his son's clothes; the once white shirt is dyed red from blood and so was his arms and legs. "Andrew, are you ok?" Walker asked, getting only a slight nod in response.

Looking Andrew over, Walker discovers that he isn't injured and that the blood that has soaked his clothes isn't his.

"Andrew, let's get you on the bus to the library; your mom's waiting for you there." Walker says as he puts his arm around Andrew's shoulders to lead him over to the bus, noticing that Andrew is still in a dazed like state.

"Andrew, I want you to answer me. Are you really ok?" Walker said, worrying that Andrew had yet to verbally respond.

"Yeah, I'm ok, Dad." Andrew said.

"Good, let's get you outta here and onto a bus."

After Andrew, has boarded one of the buses that are transporting students to the library. Walker Takes out his cell phone and calls Alex.

"Alex, Andrew got out… he's on the bus right now… no, he's not hurt; he is covered in blood however, but he's not hurt… no I haven't heard anything about Angela, yet… ok I'll talk to you later…bye." With that Walker ended the call.

TBC