During the expedition, Leo thought a lot of things. His former friends, his former part and even his best friend . . . turned into one of them. He was blessed, yet cursed to be the only one surviving. He hums a tune and continued walking. Then a gunshot was heard and Mat called out to them.
“Maybe this’ll be my lucky day.” He said, as he equipped his P229 with an improvised silencer made out of can he took a while ago.
“Hey! Leader,” Leo was behind Mat while they were running. “Was this your everyday life?”
He wondered, because he couldn’t stand those walkers, yet Mat seemed to have a great hope in terms of surviving this catastrophe.
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