Leo was holed up in the lab, if you could call it that ... it wasn't exactly the super streamlined, sparkly-sci-fi set up that was a stable in futuristic films (yknow, the ones with aliens and humans always win, not the dystopian world they lived in right now). When he wasn't on hunts or guard duty around the base, he was in the lab, heck he even slept there sometimes, usually waking up hours later stiff all over and feeling worse than before. The lab was sometimes the only quiet place, other times it was the loudest part of the base, either way, it was a place Leo could carry out work and research without being disturbed too often which was a luxury he could just about afford in this hellscape of a world he lived in. 


The only time he felt at ease when he wasn't in the lab, was when he was out hunting. That was the only contact he had with the world of the greasers, the world his twin sister Letty had defected to. 
Lurker patrols usually involved trigger-happy Govvy's waiting to blow up some zom-zoms and when they found them, a greaser or two. Leo didn't like harming civvies, if he had brass balls like his sister, perhaps he'd have become a greaser like her too. Either way, patrols were the only time he felt like he was actually looking for her, even though that wasn't supposed to be the plan. He kept it all to himself of course, one of the higher-ups would have his head if they thought that he was using patrols as a means to seek out his traitor sister. No one mentioned her of course, he couldn't help but wonder why they did that and if it was a blessing or a curse. On the one hand, never talking about her meant he didn't have to worry about letting his desire to see her again slip, no one could suspect him of being a turn-coat if he didn't care for his sister, but on the other hand, it was as if she was dead and the world wanted to forget her. Wasn't that what people did after they lost a loved one? They shared stories, looked at pictures, they kept the person alive in conversations and late night heart-to-hearts. If conversation were an indication of Letty's chance of survival out there ... Leo could assume she was dead already, but he knew his sister. A girl who learned to shoot a gun with one arm and who survived an animal attack in the colds of Scandinavian winter... That was when she was a child, now she was a woman grown. She didn't have Leo's IQ, but she was clever, clever and ballsy. He knew in a one on one fight, she'd easily beat him, that was probably why she had the courage to leave, it would never happen the other way around, Leo was never brave enough to face the world alone and now he had to through no choice of his own. 

Right now, he was studying samples of lurker tissues under a microscope, salvaged from a hunt of course, and once he was finished examining the slides they had to be destroyed to ensure no unnecessary risk of outbreak within the compound. Accidents could happen, especially in the chaotic shambles of a lab where parts and papers scattered around every surface of the shared space. Although his speciality was cybernetic science, any research into the cure was greatly appreciated. He was trying to figure out the mutations in lurker tissue, if it was possible, perhaps there was a way humans could be immunised to be resistant to the mutation once infected, or maybe it could even be reversed. At the very least, someone had to try and Leo put what he could into finding a cure when he wasn't on patrol or unconscious. 

He wondered if Letty had been able to keep up maintenance on her arm, did she keep it covered? Although it was very well made, the choking sand and dust out in the deserts weren't good for the parts. She was usually good at taking care of things, but what if she was too busy, running from place to place to survive. The last thing someone would be concerned about then was oiling their finger hinges. 

Suddenly, a commotion outside pulled Leo from his half-dazed study of lurker cell structures. He discarded the samples appropriately in the biohazard waste bin and dusted himself off. He didn't look the best, but then again, who did these days? 
Outside a convoy pulled up and not a moment too late because he was pretty hungry and it was about time for a restock. With the convoy came a forboding looking figure. [i]A new guy huh? Well, lets see if he brings any news from the outside world.[/i]

Leo made his way down from the lab to the main yard, people were jostling this way and that for food and supplies, they looked worse and worse each passing day but that was the world they lived in and it was better in here than out in the wilds, at least, thats what Leo told himself, how he motivated himself to keep going so he could bring Letty back when he found her. 

He stayed up on one of the guard platforms and watched the new Govvy meander his way through the crowds, he eyed the facility with evident displeasure and Leo knew the new arrival wasn't pleased to be here. 



"Can't be bad news, the worlds already gone to shit" Letty smirked, appearing out of the shadows of the lookout platform when Antonio jumped down. 
"My bets that they found the routes for a govvy convoy and we're gonna intercept and eat like kings for a week" she said optimistically, fiddling with a part of a gun in one hand, tiny screwdriver in the other. 
"Hows the hunting? Kill any'a the bastards?" she asked. Patrols could be boring or exciting, sometimes there wasn't a lurker for days, others there were hoards. As long as you were on the right side of the fence, it was bloody exhilarating, but fall on the outside and you were zombie-chow which was considerably less fun.

Of course, the village monkey leapt onto Antonio's back before Letty could indulge in some playful flirting. That was the thing about kids ... they generally knew how to get in the way of a good time and show up at the most inopportune moments. 
"I'll see you in the tent" Letty said, giving a subtle wave with her mechanical hand and sashaying away toward the tent, hips swaying in a confident swagger. 

A welcome retreat from the perpetually baking hot sunlight, Letty slumped down onto a crate, a makeshift chair now, and waited for the other greasers to all file in for the meeting that was called. It was surely going to be brief because people had jobs to do, they couldn't afford to sit around all day flappin their gums  when there were zombies and govvy's outside threatening to break down their walls and smash and/or eat them.