All right ladies and gents the results are in and the votes are:

Tyler stays: 3 votes

Tyler leaves: 1 vote

HE STAYS YAY! CANON TO RP!

Now review responses:

Micidonalboss: Thanks for the positive review and thanks for letting Tyler stay! :D

20: Awww u no like Tyler? It's cool man.

DannyJamesJannyDames: Ill see about your OC

Cap'n Morgan222: Sweet, there will be more chapters and Ill check your OC out

Drewman784: Your OC is in and thanks for voting for Tyler!

ALL RIGHT THATS ALL THE REVIEWS ENJOY THE CHAPPIE!

CHAPTER 4: NEW FRIENDS

LEON'S POV:

"Alright, he can stay." I said reluctantly. I wasn't sure if I was making the right choice because what if Tyler is actually dangerous? What if he had a large group made entirely out of bandits? I was taking a possible suicide choice that I may or may not regret.

Matt nodded approvingly at me and led Tyler inside the small cabin. I took a look at Tyler as he was taken inside the cabin, then at the pile of beastie corpses littering the area.

This was going to take a lot of work to clean up.

I headed back inside the cabin to see Matt hand Tyler a chocolate bar, who took it hesitantly. I looked inside Matt's backpack and my eyes grew the size of saucers once I saw the lack of supplies that sat at the bottom of Matt's backpack.

"Is this all you got?!" I yelled. Matt quickly turned to look at me and stormed over to me.

"Dude, it was all I could find!" Matt said angrily. Tyler started to get up, but I gave him a death stare and he quickly sat back down. I turned back to Matt.

"A freaking turtle could grab more shit than you!" I said angrily. Matt glared at me and replied:

"Why don't you go out on the run and prove it!"

"Maybe I will!" I replied back. I walked over angrily to my own knapsack and picked it up. I was just about to walk out the door until I head Tyler's voice.

"Can I come?" Tyler asked. I looked back at him as my face fell. I know I just met him and although he was worried, I didn't know if I should bring him. If I did bring him, I could get to know him better. So I decided to let him come.

"Sure." I said to Tyler. Tyler quickly got up and strolled over to me. I looked at Matt one last time as he glared daggers at me. I shook my head to and went out the door.

The forest was dense as hell as I and Tyler trotted through the woods. I looked over at Tyler, who's only weapon was a small pistol with only seven rounds in it, and he hasn't shot me.

Yet.

"So, who are you?" Tyler asked. I turned my head to look at Tyler quickly. If he was going to shoot me, he sure as hell was making it hard to see if he was. He had quite the poker face; it made me think he played cards.

"I'm Leon, and my friend is Matt." I responded. I turned my head back to the path in front of me, concentrating on finding supplies.

"Do you plan to stay for long?" I asked Tyler.

"I'm not sure." Tyler said. We kept walking until we heard a rustling sound in the bushes.

"Hear that?" Tyler asked. I nodded my head silently as I crept quietly towards the bushes. I put the barrel of my rifle into the bush and shook it around (sounds dirty, I know). I pried open the bush to be met with nothing.

"Drop it."

I quickly turned around to see three people behind me. One was a young person who was most likely around Tyler's age. He had dark hair, was tanned and wore a dark hoodie sweatshirt.

The next one was female, with short, curly blonde hair. She stood behind Tyler with a pistol aiming at the back of his head. She looked like she was in her early to mid forties.

The last was another male. He had short blonde hair that was parted. He looked like he was youngest of the group, as he looked like he was still in his teens. He held a hunting rifle to my forehead that looked a little battered.

"I said drop it." The blonde haired man said. I reluctantly dropped my rifle.

"Have anything in your backpack?" The blonde man asked. I shook my head.

"Are you with bandits?" The blonde man asked once again and once again, I shook my head. The blonde man lowered his rifle.

"They're good!" He said to the others. The woman stopped pointing her pistol at Tyler. The two other people strolled over to me.

"Who are you?" The woman asked.

"I'm Leon, over there is Tyler." I said.

"I'm Drew, that's Fiona and Samuel." The tanned man said. He extended his hand out to me and I hesitated.

"Don't worry, I didn't pick my nose." Drew said. I chuckled a bit and shook his hand.

"You have a base?" Samuel asked.

"Yeah." I said. The three group members looked at each other and turned back to me.

"Can we stay there; we're tired of going through the woods." Fiona asked. I thought for a moment. What if they were dangerous? I mean, Tyler is so far cool, but that was a stroke of luck that he didn't turn out to be a bandit. These people might not be bandits, but I should I take that chance?

"Sure." I said. The three of them grinned.

"Let's go then." Said Drew.

The trip back was a bit exhausting, but our spirits were kept alive by getting to know each other.

Drew was seventeen years old, at least two years younger than Tyler. He had a sense of humor, could speak German and French, and had a few supplies in his backpack.

Fiona was forty-four, and was officially the oldest of the group. Now I'm the second oldest. She was a farmer, which could come in handy if we could find some seeds.

Finally, Samuel was fifth teen, which made him the youngest of the group. His rifle belonged to his dad, and had a sister.

We finally made it back to see that Matt was not there.

"Matt?!" I yelled. I was worried that he was gone until I heard voices from outside. I threw my backpack on the ground and dashed outside.

I saw Matt thankfully alive, but caught by bandits. There were seven of them, and I think we could take them. I raised my rifle before I put it down.

There were seven of them. If I shot one, the other bandits could kill Matt easily. If I didn't shoot, these bandits could steal all the supplies in the house. Then kill Matt. I had to make a choice.

[Shoot bandits]

[Sneak away]