<div class="floatright">(http://moe.animecharactersdatabase.com/images/dnangel/Dark_Mousy.jpg)</div><br/>As Daichi stepped into the hallway, the walls pockmarked with the occasional bullet hole made him wonder if it was time to reevaluate their strategy.  Zombies were one thing, but he had no delusions that he was faster than a bullet.  Sure, somebody was going around and clearing out the zombies, but who's to say that they're not clearing out everybody just to be safe?  History is wrought with examples of people behaving more like animals than people during times of extreme turmoil and chaos.  And why were they taking the bodies?  All these were questions he wanted to confer with the rest of the group, but it was hardly the time to get involved into another lengthy discussion over plans and theories.  There was a gunman on the loose after all.<br/><br/>More gunfire rang out in the hallways and Daichi looked down at his bow feeling rather inadequate.  If it was automatic fire, then he would have been more apt to advance towards the sounds since they weren't exactly common in the civilian sector.  Semi automatic fire could be just about anybody.  Then again, given the number of stray shots and efficiency of the kills confirmed by the amount of blood on the floor the person or persons knew what they were doing.  Which meant that they were either all that much more likely to be saved or killed on sight depending on the individual's intentions.  As he usually did during such uncertain times, he took a moment to consider his options while remaining in step with the group.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Common Sense Check (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=36015)  (If the ST is willing to give him some insight. ;))<br/></div></div><br/>After a few moments of thought, Daichi's eyes narrowed.<em>My common sense is tingling...</em>Some of the pieces were falling into place.  The shots coming from downstairs were evenly spaced suggesting a competent shooter who made sure each shot counted rather than fire and trust on raw skill and luck over patience and discipline.  It wasn't the sort of thing somebody learned in a firing range; there was a world of difference between shooting paper targets and those who actually intended to do you harm.  Given by the shots that they haven't heard, they also had access to a suppressor; something that only the most daring gun owner possessed since it could lead to some serious jail time for something that you wouldn't dare use under normal circumstances.<br/><br/>That is, of course, assuming they were the same individual.  After all, why would somebody go from using a silencer to not when they have an option and noise would only attract the enemy?  Daichi tabled that line of thought to explore another avenue.  It seemed most likely that the individual was part of the armed forces in one manner or another, but the government was in complete chaos.  What forces they did have at their disposal would surely be deployed to a more vital asset than a simple high school.  His eyes went wide with comprehension as the two notions merged causing his gaze to snap to Ms. Marikawa.  The reason they hadn't heard the gunshots before but do now is because they removed their suppressor.  They want to be heard.  He finished the next step in that logical path aloud in an almost reverent whisper.  "They're looking for somebody.  Miss Marikawa, your friend with the tank of a vehicle and weapons...   Do you think she's the sort to come looking for you in all this?"