I was hiding in some trees near the edge of the woods on the property that my family used to own on Bauman Hill. I was next to some military folks that were shooting downrange from us, apparently at an army that was advancing towards our position. Before I knew it, the people next to me were gone - leaving me hiding in the trees by myself.
As the other army approached, I could see that they were members of the Union army, as they were all wearing blue coats. I wasn't sure if they were coming to get me or not, so I did a quick turn and ran in the other direction before they were close enough to see me. I made it down to where the path begins that leads back to the cliff in the woods, and began running down towards it to take cover.
When I reached where the cliff would normally be, I found that a group of Amish people had actually built a little village down there, with their buildings and homes constructed out of the natural rock faces that were already there. They looked at me as I entered the area, but they didn't seem too concerned - so I just acted like I belonged there. Shortly after I arrived, they noticed the Union army coming down the path.
While I still think they were looking for me, they were also coming to this village in order to get something to eat. I hid behind a corner while they went by me and filed into a big dining area. Several of the Amish people were watching me, and I believe they knew that I was hiding from the army, but they didn't rat me out. After all of the Union army had made it into the building, I snuck out and headed as fast as I could back up the trail and out to where my friends were now waiting for me.
Jason Figgins and Nathan Carpenter were at the top of the trail, but they didn't have a vehicle with them. They were joking about how they got so drunk the night before that they forgot where all of our cars were parked. We walked down the road a ways and past a gas station, where we saw someone crash a Toyota MR2 into a big black truck. We thought that they were going to fight, so we avoided the gas station and continued to an apartment complex. (We were now in Lancaster, near Memorial Dr and Fair Ave)
We walked through this group of apartments, and it looked as if nobody was living in any of them. Jason was making a lot of noise, and I was still nervous that someone was going to find us and start shooting again, but it really did appear that nobody cared about us in that area. There was one apartment that was actually three stories tall, with the walls made almost completely of glass. Jason joked with me that he thought that it was abandoned, but once we got closer we could tell that someone was still living there. I was disappointed.
