(ooc- sorry about the formatting)

With the night, Thomas came out of hiding. Was 

unsure where the killer was, but knew that he had 

wiped out most of the small town. Tom had been 

hiding in a service station, behind the counter. He 

had, like everyone else, flattened to the ground and 

gone to ground, when the shooting started.

The day had started normally enough. Thomas had 

arrived at his teaching position at the local school 

with time to spare. He had taught sixth grade, 

since graduating university two years before.

Thomas was a lean young man, with the musculature of 

a lifetime martial artist. He had shaggy blonde 

hair, which came down over his forehead and a clean 

shaven, slender face. He wore spectacles with 

half-frames.

When he had was halfway through a lecture on human 

biology when a big truck had torn down Main Street, 

passed the school. Seconds later he had heard 

screams and gunshots. He had locked his classroom 

door, hidden his students in the coat cupboard and 

listened for the all clear. Six hours later, there 

was still no all clear. He had called the other 

teachers into the hallway, and volunteered to go to 

the police station for news. It was only three 

doors down.

Tom had ventured down mainstreet, and seen the 

carnage. Bodies were all over the sidewalk and 

street. He was about to head toward the police 

station, when a shot rang out, missing him by a 

hair's breath. He had ran for the nearest building, 

a small gas station, and hidden inside, behind the 

counter, along with the dead body of a clerk.

He survived on bottles of water and the snack foods 

in the gas station, but was to scared to go back out 

on the street. Finally, after 48 hours, he took a 

bottle of water, and a broom handle to use as a 

staff, and ventured outside, hoping that the killer 

was gone.

As he walked out onto Main Street, in the evening, 

no one shot at him. He headed to the police 

station and found everyone dead and the weapons 

locker raided. He wondered if it was just one 

killer who had done all of this, or if it was a 

terrorist attack.

Heading back out, he passed by the church and took a 

shortcut through the cemetary. There he heard 

crying, and found a young woman laying against a 

gravestone.

"Hey! Don't be afraid! I'm Tom."