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[color=2e2c2c][sup]Some people cannot be saved...[/sup][/color]
[/center]The weather was something that Leo revelled in, brought up in the wonderfully wet and cold British Isles. While snow was a bit more of a rarity in Britain, he thoroughly preferred the winter cold to the summer heat. He scoured the area around him repeatedly with each footstep, keeping an eye out for any shambling undead that may be roaming too close too their cabin. He rarely ventured much further than ten minutes walk away from the cabin doing his rounds, only going further for supply runs. 

It had been a fairly uneventful couple of months since arriving at the cabin, barring the occassional lone biter that avoided the traps, there was nothing of note that really required any particular skill from himself. That was a good thing, he kept reminding himself that the less he had to do, the safer it meant the group was. He didn't have an itchy trigger finger by any means, but with the way the world was now, there was something about the peace that made him very uncomfortable.

The peace was soon broken though as Brooklyn's voice echoed through the trees. He couldn't hear what she was saying but she was shouting loud enough that it travelled to him. [color=darkkhaki]'Shit...'[/color] Leo muttered to himself. He turned back up hill and broke into a quick sprint, keeping his HK416 close to his chest. He had kept in good shape throughout the downfall, he had needed to to survive. It made getting up the hill, even with the snow, quite easy. 

As he reached the cabin the door was shut and he could hear voices inside. He quickly looked at the surrounding area and couldn't see much other than the footprints of his fellow survivors. Leo slung his weapon over his shoulder, instead putting a hand on the pistol in his holster. He cautiously opened the door to see the group scattered around the room. 

[color=darkkhaki]"Hey...what's goi..."[/color] before he finished his sentence, his thick Welsh accent faded away. His eyes caught sight of a young girl on the floor. At one end of her was Jorel binding her hands, the other end was Sam, she was crouched down at the girls feet. [color=darkkhaki]"Jesus Christ!"[/color] The sincere anger in Leo's voice transcended the look of horror on his face. He leapt across the room barging the pair away from the girl, his hand still firmly placed on his sidearm. [color=darkkhaki]"What the hell are you doing? She's a fucking child!"[/color] 

He knew what the agreed procedure was, check for bites and then keep them bound up until the group can be sure that they are alright. This time the rule sat very uncomfortably in Leo's stomach. She was a child, small enough that a firm kick would send her half way across the room. If she did turn, she'd be little to no trouble to deal with. There was no way he was letting her be tied up. Pre-empting their protests he spoke, [color=darkkhaki]"She can go in my room and use my bed. I'll lock the door from the outside and keep watch until she wakes up. If she isn't going to turn, do you really want her waking up bound and gagged? The poor girl will be scared shitless."[/color] Still standing somewhat aggressively, he offered an alternative. [color=darkkhaki]"If that's not good enough for you...then we have a problem..."[/color]