That night we followed Luis and his brother Joe to a field near the camp. The camp tents lit up brightly, and the stars twinkled and there were clouds viewable in the pitch black dark sky, the moon was full. It was already in the season of fall, and puffs of white breaths huffed from my lips that I was constantly licking since they were nearly chapped from days without facial care.

They had given me some worn out combat boots and ripped jeans, a blue and a black leather jacket with a plain red shirt underneath. I also wore my necklace underneath my jacket.

My eyes had to adjust to the darkness, so I kept blinking until I was close to spotting the wire fence, not too far away, and neither were the moans of the walkers who longed to get past the fences.

I thought the walkers would have been wondered someplace else when they realized they couldn't get to us.

A loud gunshot rang in my ears, it wasn't my first time hearing a gunshot of course, but hearing it inside the camp was different. I whipped around, nearly head-butting Miranda who spun out of the way just in time, and I nearly fell, but an arm hooked around me protectively.

I couldn't tell where the gunshot came from.

I thought it was Hunter. but no. Luis had caught me. The last person I wanted to be face to face with was Luis, so I fought out of grip and he ignored me as if I were a bug that he had caught and simply let go.

I nearly fell when I fought out of his grip. Hunter caught me and my face was burning now, and I was annoyed already. "Don't be childish." Luis scowls, avoiding my glare.

I didn't argue, I just loosened from Hunter and he released me silently. Jone caught up with us, his hair hung over his grey eyes, and he had a pained look on his face.

"What's wrong?" I hear Miranda ask him.

"Someone in the room I was in was taken away because they found a bite mark on his arm... he turned and tried to bite me."

"Did you...?"

"No. I managed to kill it before it bit me." Jone explains, his eyes meeting mines. That reminded me of Ricko who had gotten sick from the radiated air.

Was it Ricko? I didn't want to know.

Luis, Joe and another man who had blonde hair slicked back and a slim build, the blonde boy looked just as young as us but he had a cigar pinned between his lips, he flipped his hair every 2 minutes, and then silently walked over to the crates with the guns on top. He handed us each a pistol. I took the gun, I was used to holding a gun now.

I nearly jumped when a chuckle filled the air. It was Joe.

Joe jogged across the field laughing and lifted five barrels from the ground, he began placing beer bottles on the barrels. "Ya see that Y'all?!" Joe yelled at us, "I drank all of these by myself!" He shouts, with a grin, proud of being officially labeled as an idiot. He took the last beer bottle, popped the top open and began chugging the beer. I rolled my eyes, and Jone slowly shook his head.

"Did he really?" The blond guy asks, his soft eyes meeting Joe's and cutting to mines.

Miranda snickered, and we all looked back over to Joe who was at the last barrel, laughing. Joe stopped fooling around finally and began to set the bottle down. Before he could place the bottle down, he froze like a statue.

We thought he was messing around at first so we all sighed a couple of times, impatiently.

Joe paused, his eyes widened, and we all went quiet. "What's wrong with him...?" I ask Luis. Before Luis can tell Joe to stop messing around, I nearly jumped, and my head shook from the booming sound.

Boom.

The whistling sound of sniper-filled my ears and I was dazed for a second.

I was the first one Luis pushed to the ground, "dunk!" He yelled as bullets rained on us. Everyone crashed to the ground behind the wooden crates that held ammo inside of them.

The gunshots fired and rang through the night air. Luis was staring into my face, he was above me and panting slowly, holding me pinned to the grass and I could see his face highlighted by the firing guns. My face burned and I urged to push him away, but more gunshots rang through the air warning me it wasn't safe to even budge.

The gunshots seemed to linger on forever, and then screams filled the nighttime air. The wooden crate beside us burst and wooden pieces flew everywhere, giving in to the bullets that sliced through the air, and Luis hauled me up and he let himself fall backward, and landed behind the only metal crate out of the three we were hiding behind.

I finally sat up, holding the gun I had been given, I pressed my back to the crate and risked peeking from behind the crate. I looked to where Joe had been, he was sprawled in the grass. I assumed he was dead and I scanned the fields and stared at the night tower and noticed the light. Before I could point out the person's presence, I felt Luis tug me towards him just in time before a gunshot hit me right in the in my head.

"What the heck is going on??" Miranda asks, her freckled face was pressed into the side of a crate, and Hunter and Jone were across from us, behind the other crates. The blonde guy was also dead. He was laying in a crumpled position.

Poor guy. I didn't get to know him. He was dead now from the mysterious bullets that rained on us.

We stayed pinned against the crates, my eyes were shut tight now as I tried to pretend to be anywhere but in the dark with people firing at us with guns. I froze and the gunshots were gone for a while. I moved my head but quickly covered my ears.

Then they rang through the air one last time, it seemed like it lasted forever that time. Whoever it was wasn't just firing at us either, they were firing at the whole camp.

It was finally over. It took all night for the camp to get their wits together, all night for the dead bodies to be hauled to the carts.

The next thing I knew, the sun was rising we were called to the same stage I had seen my friend filed on. This time the short Asian man was the only one on stage, but then a young woman with honey-colored skin and red hair was beside him.

"We were attacked last night." He said into the microphone. "No dip Sherlock." I heard Miranda beside me whisper with a slight eye roll.

After the strange night of an hour of gunshots, Luis discovered Joe was alive he was shot badly in his chest and shoulder.

The blonde guy though, he was dead. I didn't remember seeing him get shot, but Miranda told me he had pushed her over so she didn't get shot and she felt even worse for the fact that he had saved her life.

"We lost fifty lives, and four of our camp citizens were taken." He said, his eyes scanned the whole audience, he didn't stare at one person, he stared at everyone.

"We have gotten our hands on what seems to be a cure of some sort but it is not confirmed. We are losing people every day, you might have already figured this out. We do not know who shot at our camp, but a rumor is going around that people wearing a mask are to blame. That is a childish rumor, so we will keep that thought at bay." He says, his arms folded.

"We will have to secure more security, and maybe start killing the walkers around the gate,". Before he could continue a young man cried out, "But that's our only way of staying safe from intruders!!" He pointed out.

Everyone began to talk, and the man stared at us all like we were annoying little children. "SILENCE!!" He yelled into the microphone.

The whole audience went quiet. "Whoever was shooting us, tried to get the gates open, whoever it was, was already inside the camp..." the man scanned us all.

"We have a traitor among our grounds." He confirms.

More talking, more yelling, more loudness. I felt my head spin, the camp was going to head straight over the edge when people started blaming each other.

The Asian man left the stage and the woman with the honey-colored skin came to the microphone.

"Until we have found the traitor, all supply runs will be canceled."

"We'd starve!!"

"You can't do that!"

"How would we eat?!"

More talking, yelling, complaining...

We need to leave. And fast.