Hey Guys, Three months and 13 days of survival for Leo, how long do you think you'll survive? Special thanks to littlemissfangirl00 and bittersweet bunni for following and favoriting.

I woke up from the quiet sound of a far off gunshot. I am a light sleeper now-a-days and a pin drop could wake me at this point. Once I woke up from a cat landing on the floor in the building I resided in a month back. It was safer. I looked at Morgan and Russel. Morgan had the bed and Russel was asleep sitting upright in the closet. I woke them both.

"Isn't it uncomfortable to sleep like that, Russel?" I asked.

"I did it for a couple weeks in that closet at the home you found me in." He answered.

"Why did we wake up so early?" Morgan questioned.

"I heard a gunshot that was probably a ways away. Wanted to check it out."

We went outside and saw that the crowd of zombies was traveling away from the town. In the center I saw something. When we got close enough I realized it was gore, a gun, and a machete. Morgan and Russel didn't see it until I began to investigate it. It was the prick from before, the one who saved Morgan. Idiot. Morgan gagged when she saw it and ran a ways away then looked back. She was keeping her distance. Russel simply looked away then picked up his machete. I checked his gun and his clothes for ammunition. His gun had three bullets and he had a map with a X on it over a building. I found one magazine and checked if we had the same gun. We did, so I took a minute to load the full mag into my gun and take everything but his gun.

"Don't need that gun?" Russel asked.

"No" I answered

"Ok, can I have a clip?" Russel held out his hand.

I handed him the almost empty one. "It has three rounds. Use them wisely, and please don't miss."

"I get less?" Russel complained.

"You have a machete, I have a knife."

"Good point. Lets go." Russel waved to call Morgan over. She shook her head, so Russel yelled "We're going!"

We continued to were the gunshot sound came from and found a group walking away from us. I pointed behind me and made a gesture to stay low and quiet. I snuck alone up to the group and silently took out corpses from the back to the front of the group. There were twelve.

"Come on. They're dead." I beckoned to my group.

"They were dead in the first place." Russel said as he emerged.

"Don't be a smartalic, Look." I pointed to a heavily armored hardware store. "Think it's where the sound came from?"

"Maybe." Morgan said.

"Stay right where you are!" A voice sounded from above.

I raised my gun and looked. A blonde Caucasian male stood on the roof. "Drop the gun!" He shouted.

I heard a footstep behind us and turned. Another male, African American this time, was sneaking up on us.

"Hey, Orlando, you suck at stealth." Russel said.

"Do you guys all seem to know each other?" I asked sarcastically. "I mean, it's a small world, but seriously."

"We were told to meet here." Russel said. "Me, Orlando, Dylan, and Deven."

"What about me?" Morgan asked.

"No one knew where you were. You never got on Skype." Orlando said, timidly.

"So you guys knew this would happen?" I asked.

"This apocalypse, no. We just happened to be on a call together." Orlando said.

"By the way, is Deven here?" Russel asked.

"He went off to find you, got here three days ago." A guy said behind me, Whom I suppose was Dylan. "Where have you been."

"Heh, thats a… fun story." Russel rubbed the back of his neck with embarrassment.

"I found him in a closet." I said.

"Hey!"

"Deadies? Trap? Lost your glasses?" Dylan asked.

"That was only once, ok! Trap and freaks." Russel said, agitated.

"Russel lost his glasses and fell into a pitfall because 'the dry leaves blended in'" Dylan pestered.

"Shut up!" Russel said. "They did blend in."

"Who shot the gun?" I asked.

"Neither of us. I heard it from that direction." He pointed toward the sun. East. "Probably Deven."

As he said 'Deven' a flare rose into the sky. I started in its direction. The rest followed in suit. In twenty minutes we found a crap ton of corpses and followed them to a house. A Caucasian male with brown hair was sitting on the roof. Corpses were trying to get to him but they couldn't. He seemed happy though, with a box of cookies in his lap.

"Hey, give me one." Orlando yelled to him.

"Nope. Hey Morgan, Hey Russel!" He waved and smiled.

"How did you get up there?" Dylan asked.

"I climbed the tree." Deven pointed to a tree beside the house. He jumped onto a truck in the driveway and walked off and to the group. Corpses followed slowly in suit. "Let's get back to the depo. Hi, I'm Deven" He held his hand out to me.

I shook it. "Leo."

We walked back to the dopo. It took forty minutes, but we talked most of it. twenty minutes in, Deven threw a flare a ways behind us and the corpses followed it. Once we got back Russel gave Morgan and I a tour of the place. It was tough, it would last. The sun was just overhead when we were done. I was given task to check out the Xed building on the map after I showed it to Dylan.

It took an hour and when I entered a swarm of corpses turned and looked at me. I slammed those doors and locked them tight. How did zombies stay in here with an unlocked door? Oh, soundproofing around the door, that explains.

I walked a little shocked and entered the depo through the roof entrance. It was the only way in and you had to get around back to access it. I told Deven about it, since he was the first guy I saw, and he reported it to Dylan. Dylan told me to bring Orlando there when he got back tomorrow. I nodded and helped Deven with setting traps around the town.

At a spike trap we were setting I asked Deven where he learned this stuff.

"Trial and error mostly. I did find a survival book where I figured out how to make a few basic traps worth killing freaks with. Noose traps, pitfalls, collapsing walls."

"Collapsing walls?" I questioned.

"Yah, deadfalls on a larger scale. Make a heavy stick or spiked wall, hinge it on a floor, attach a string to the top of the wall and to the floor and presto. Let me show you one, it's not to far from here."

He showed me to an alleyway where I saw a spiked stick wall with rocks tied on top. At the base of the wall there was a gap, which I suppose let the small fixture on the ground fit through the wall without it stopping.

"Alright, This is where the string starts. It's not rigged, so I'll set it up." Deven laced a rope through the loop attached to the floor and knotted it, Then followed it through the loop on the fixture near the wall, and braced the wall to climb it and tie the other side of the rope and finish. "Ok, lets find us a freak."

We found and lured a corpse through the alley path to the trap. Deven and I jumped the rope and the corpse followed into it, pulling the rope and tripping. Nothing happened.

"Crap." Deven stabbed the zombie in the head and kicked the stick bracing the wall. "Dang, that almost worked."

We went and found a group of three corpses and lured them to the trap. This time one kicked the rope and the top of the wall moved in, pulling the rest of the wall with it and on to the corpses. They were stabbed in the head and crushed. The sound of bones snapping was disgusting but the wall was very cool.

"Yeah! Finally it works!" Deven jumped with his one fist in the air, a victory pose for sure. "I had to move that loop so many times." He pointed at the one by the wall. "I think thats all that we needed to set up. The sun is setting, so lets get home."