Naoki wore glasses, but as a Kyudo practitioner his modified sight was better than excellent.  He didn't feel comfortable staying behind and thus, began to follow Anko.  Soon enough he, just like she, stopped almost immediately.  She didn't have to tell him, he was already thinking the same thing.  Digging through the pocket of his dark uniform slacks he fished for his cell phone after dropping his books into a heap on the ground.  Pulling out the chrome and black piece of teenage necessity, his stammering fingers began to dial.<em>"Call for an ambulance...call for the police...call for something..."</em>he recited to himself.  Bringing the cell phone to his ear, the sounds of screams and panic continued to echo all around him.<br/><br/>Back and forth he went between attempting to talk to Anko and Mr. Saito and checking to see if someone had answered his call yet,<strong>"Just don't...just lie down, I'm calling an ambulance...Anko don't get too close...I have a bad feeling about this...hello?  Hello?  Hello?  There's something going on at our school.  Hello?!"</strong>he began to yell into his cell phone, his hand gripping the digital device tightly.  While at first he and the short-haired Anko were the only two near the football field, things were starting to become crowded.  Mr. Saito was continuing to move forward, his jaw hanging at an awkward angle, blood and sputum dribbling from his mouth.  It didn't look like he should have even be alive, or able to even move.  A strange growling moan rumbled from his throat, causing a cold sweat to break out all over Naoki's body.