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Working as a photojournalist has made me extremely vigilant. I know that I am more observant, attentive, and perhaps even intuitive than most of my friends and family.

While sitting in a Starbucks editing, I see a woman to my left that is made up head-to-toe. She looks like a walking Photoshop image of what most American women, sadly, wishes they could be. I suspect this young woman has had plastic surgery by observing her facial features that look too angular, too symmetric, too perfect and unflawed. Her makeup looks airbrushed to excellence. She totes a name brand handbag and a gold iPhone. She oozes money.

On the other side of her is a homeless man. He has been here awhile, I presume, and has been here long after the aforementioned women left. He has nervously table-hopped several times. His sneezes have received many, “God bless you”s. He uses rough brown coffee shop napkins as tissues to loudly clear his nose. He is thin and wears many dirty layers including a jacket that has a small patch of rhinestones on them, bright stones that remind me of the woman.

I can not help but think of how often our lives cross such extremes. How everyone has their own agenda and does not see the world around them. How people get wrapped up in themselves and do not really see their community, their peers, or even their loved ones. Every day I am thankful for my gift.

One day, I will write. I hope. Until then, I think I may go buy this guy a sandwich.

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Review-Journal reporter Michael Lyle, right, participates in a zombie apocalypse simulation at Adventure Combat Ops Tuesday, June 30, 2015, in Las Vegas. Adventure Combat Ops allows people to learn about basic tactical concepts by training with former military prior to taking part in a combat simulation. (Ronda Churchill/Las Vegas Review-Journal)

Zombies. Fog. Absolute Darkness. These are items that do not play well with camera gear.

I was assigned to follow a reporter prior to the opening week of Las Vegas’ newest attraction: Adventure Combat Ops. The reporter was set to participate in a 60-minute intense training class with fellow zombie hunters led by former military badasses before engaging in mock combat.

It was an intense 100+ degrees outside; there was no air conditioning in the massive warehouse/training center/eerily-well-captured idea of a post-apocalyptic suburban town. I found myself in close proximity to a lot of young men, and a handful of women, who were eager to get to training and to hunting down the bad guys.

After trailing the reporter in his training session, an air raid siren went off and groups were quickly ushered into the dark “town.”

I’m not going to lie. I was nervous. I had several-thousand-dollars-worth of equipment around my neck along with my only weapon, a neon green glow stick on a string that was supposed to scream to players and zombie actors alike, “Hey don’t shoot me! I’m of no danger!”

However, I felt like a tiny lightning bug in a giant backyard waiting for mischievous children and animal predators alike to come get me.

You think I’m paranoid? Everyone around me donned assault rifles with BB pellets.

Ronda, get some good photos and get the heck out of here. Don’t get shot. Don’t get shot. Don’t get shot. I told myself when I ran with the reporter to our first location. However, after I made a few frames, my mind quickly shifted to thinking of how awesome the experience was.

I started getting gutsy. I stood outside the protective walls of homes (top photo). I came out from behind a junk car and exposed myself (bottom photo).

And then I got shot.

Nah, but that would have made a great story to tell the doctor, wouldn’t it?

After my 120-minute experience with wanna-be soldiers, I realized that besides all of us dripping with sweat, we also shared a truly unique experience. Oh, and I realized that I don’t think I want to be a war photojournalist anytime soon. I’m quite positive that my curiosity would get this cat killed asap. Until now, I’m stuck to covering things on my home turf in Sin City, like an over-priced and entirely fun zombie-killing adventure.

* check out lvrj.com this Sunday for reporter Michael Lyle’s personal account.