Snippet #2231339

Four months. Four long, weary, harsh months had just passed and they still didn't bump into Darcy. Not even Natalie or Jin... or even Leo and the scrawny blonde kid. Not that the last two he felt like seeing anyway. But it would have been better than seeing the two same faces that he had seen all these four months, his arm in a cast. It had only been bitten by a dog and was fine until the crash, it had broken and Leon felt as if he had no reason to be living at the moment. Lilith was probably going to die if they didn't make anymore antidotes and Jake. Leon didn't know if Richard would handle the dog or just kill it. It was a sad thought to think about but it had to be thought by someone. Did Richard even have a reason to keep them alive anymore? They fought at times and sometimes it felt as if he was just going to blow his head off, literaly. With a gun. Richard was a trained killer so it could be possible. The only reason he kept going everyday, kept fighting was for Darcy. Well that was what Leon thought, he was sure he heard Richard mumble her name in his dreams sometimes. Leon usually talked, not much anymore. There was no joy. Nothing on his mind he could say without starting a fight. He grew tired of fights and just couldn't be bothered dealing with that shit. He was nearly out of supplies and a lot of his weapons were destroyed in the crash. Just a few swords and his crossbow, he was so thankful that he didn't lose the crossbow that day. It saved him in so many situations, as did his swords. Leon couldn't bare to look at the others, their face was probably imprinted in his mind, ecspecially Lilith's face, the only thing is that was her four months ago. When she wasn't a bright yellow colour. She changed brighter everyday and all Leon could think of was when she was going to turn. Her soul leaving the body only to be replaced with a demon. She was the quiet one, not always talking. Which was awesome since Richard just happened to say everything that they did wrong.

Leon seemed to be looking at his shoes most of the time, he always wore his torn shoes when they were walking from town to town, only wore his good shoes when there was a special occasion or when he wanted to be happy. He looked out the window of the car that they had taken from some cops. The infected ran the streets as well as some people who looked just like zombies, sad, miserable and no hope. Jake whined in a way that made Leon's heart feel quite unhappy.
"I know dude... I know."
He whispered to the dog and patted in on the head as it barked sorrowfully. They probably need to go someplace for Lilith, Richard hadn't said anything the whole car ride this time except for some smart remarks. Leon had a bad feeling about this place and he gripped the side of the car. He was so sick of Richard, Jake and Lilith. It was kind of sad for him to think this way but he just couldn't help it. He needed to socialise with someone else. Anyone else.