It didn't take long to build up the courage to go see who was settling up in the woods. I was sick to death of being alone and I needed company, so I rushed to the oppurtunity of meeting new people. I wanted to be discrete in introducing myself, but I didn't want to seem threatening either. I wanted to see what it was like up there before walking straight into what could be a camp full of biters, so I decided to take the bike up to the woods, hide it and make my way through the trees until I got a good view of what was going on.
It seemed I'd got there just in time. As I found a hiding place in the bushes, I heard a powerful engine roar in the distance and quickly make it's way to the camp. I saw a bright red car and a man of Korean origin walked out, beaming at his vehicle. He was approached by an old man and a few other people, who seemed to be asking him about the car. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but the old man said something that made the Korean guy's face drop, and then he walked away.
I remained in the bushes for a long while, and contemplated getting up to leave when I heard another engine pull up. I looked again and saw a big white truck that looked like it would be used on a builder's yard or to maybe move houses. Out of it came a load of people, and members of the camp I'd not seen before ran towards them happily - some even began crying. I watched as a mother turned to her son and said something to him, and how the kid's face lit up as he saw a sheriff hop out of the truck. The mother's face dropped - it was as if she'd been shot. The sheriff ran towards his son and wife and my reality-show cut short as I heard footsteps behind me. I gulped. Time up.