Snippet #2205752

Leo sat on the sofa, not sure whether he wanted to go to sleep or not.
He was tired, yes, but he had so much buzzing around in his head that every time he had closed his eyes, he couldnt relax. Letting out a sigh, Leo thought of everything that had happened today, and he couldnt believe it. How could his life be changed so quickly for the second time? It wasnt fair.
Zombies... He thought to himself, wondering if all those times he had skipped homework playing zombie video games would help him survive for... well, however long it took him to die.
But he didnt have any guns, knives, or bombs.
So the answer was no.
It was a stupid idea anyway. Leo added.
What could he do to fight those things, anyway? He didnt have any weapons, so he couldnt fight, not that he skilled in fighting, so either way that was out of question.
He didnt know how to heal, if he tried he probably make the wound worse.
And so far he was costing James medical supplies.
So he was basically useless.

Leo tried to brainstorm things his Aunt would say to cheer him up, but all he could come up with was her agreeing with him on the fact that he was incapable of doing everything he needed to do.
On the topic of his Aunt, Leo remembered that basically everything he owned was in her house. But the only important things were his clothes, his phone-which Leo regretted leaving behind that morning, bringing it would of saved so much time at the bakery-
His backpack-that he could carry everything in-
And a few old photo's that he wouldnt leave for the zombies to destroy.

Letting out a yawn, Leo felt his eyelids grow heavy.
Tomorrow would be better, he hoped.
Laying down on his side, Leo was careful to rest his hurt arm so he wouldnt wreck it any further, the last thing he wanted was for it to become even more damaged than it already was.
Closing his eyes, Leo began to drift off into sleep.