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<i>Location: KOA campground<br/>
Addressing: None – watching people pray</i>​</div><br/>This was kind of nice.<br/><br/>Despite the dangers of the world nowadays, the sound of the little prayer group nearby had a nostalgic feeling to it. The crackling fire gave off that summer camp smell that made him remember all those years he spent in Boy Scouts, and he knew that Eddie had gone fishing for something for dinner. If he didn't know how the world was, Dan would have felt like things had finally gone back to normal.<br/><br/>Even the river frogs lent song to the evening melody. Although Dan was standing guard, he allowed himself to look up at the stars and inhale the blissful scent of camp smoke as he listened to the sounds around him. Mindfulness. Being 'in the present.' That's what grounded him on days like this.<br/><br/>He let his breath out in a chakra clearing exhale, then began to draw another breath deep into his lungs when the rapid succession of gunfire stunned his thoughts and caused him to flinch in place.<br/><br/>He almost couldn't believe he was hearing what he was hearing. That mistake almost cost him his life.<br/><br/>"Get inside!" he shouted in the direction of the inhabited cabins. Why he did that was a mystery; surely they could hear the gunfire too. Dan was vaguely aware that the prayer group had dropped amidst their screams and shouts and he ducked behind an old picnic table even though the practical side of him knew that it wouldn't stop a bullet. He could see and hear someone groaning in pain, his voice wet and gurgling as if his lungs were filling with blood.<br/><br/>"Help me," the dying man pleaded. "Please, God…" he coughed and Dan could see his eyes focus on nothing as blood seeped from his praying lips.<br/>The man stilled and Dan was grateful, both that he wasn't suffering any longer and also that Dan didn't have to make that judgement call of whether he could be saved or he should be put out of his misery. In truth, that was the first 'live' death he had witnessed and Dan was feeling his hands and head grow numb.<br/><br/><i>"Shock," </i>he thought.<i>"I must be feeling shock." </i>What was it Rebel said? Something about choosing not to lock up in a firefight? Plan – Do – Check – Act.<br/><br/>Plan – He put his hand on his gun and pulled it from the holster.<i>"I'm going to fight back," </i>he told himself.<br/><br/>Do – Dan scooted further behind some site furniture as he scanned for signs of where the shooting had come from. He had a general idea, but he didn't know if there were any non-combatives out there. He couldn't just shoot into the darkness; that was irresponsible.<br/><br/><i>"Damn it," </i>he quietly cursed.<i>"Damn it, where's Rebel and Armando?"</i>