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Leonard Church

Leonard's Sanity

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"Leonard sat and gazed at the fire looking deep inside watching the flames lick at the wood, it was a cool night and the moon was bright above. The woods just south of Gorka were quiet and little cracks and shuffles could be heard deep within the woods hallows.  He sat watching the fire ablaze while trying to regain back his train of thought and get a grasp on the current situation. What made it even worse was that he did not think that The Trust was going to pull through this time that he would have to let go of everything and everyone that he knew here that hit him hard and did not know what to do His surroundings engulfed him and he became lost for a moment just hearing the crackling from the fire. First his vision became faded and his memory's flooded back to him all at once on what brought him to the exact moment"

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Memory 1


"Nothing could really help best fit what was becoming of Leonard's life. He bad become closer to the people in The Trust he was gaining more support from other groups with things going his way it moved him and made him become stronger. All things that he saw as a problem he did not hide from them simply just did what needed to be done. It was a time that made everything seem like it was "Normal" again.. Until a letter had shown up randomly one day when he had been returning home. It was sealed and all even had a name on the front which as soon as the name was processed through his mind it sent chills streaming down his spine Charles Church. It instantly put him on edge because that was one of his uncles that moved to Russia during the 80's. Leonard's father and him used to hunt together but after he had moved they never talked again. Disbelief rose up slowly and soon anger rushed over him. A sick joke? But how would someone know about the family..? Regardless he pushed on and read what was written inside the letter. 


Please.. I know you wont believe me but i.. i need help..

Jesus there is so many of them.

016, 176<-- These are my coordinates you need to hurry please..

Charles, Your uncle..

"Looking over his shoulder at the lit up town below he gazed at the letter and then back and forth between the two. It seemed like he was actually trying to believe this and wanted to find the truth out weather or not this is actually his long lost uncle. His confusion turned to actions not telling anyone of the trip he packed his bag and scraped up an old car that he would take with him. He had left on a chilly night when it all seem so real that he actually would get to see someone that he knew before. The moon was full and everything seem right, on the night he left there was no call on where he had been. As far as The Trust knows he is gone and is not responding to comms. The void of unknown filled him and the trip began."

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Memory 2


"The trip took a total three days that were filled with doubt, anger, and just not knowing what could be next. He had to ditch the car and hide it to cross the border where he always crossed at. Lucky with there being enough shrubs he covered the car with a camo of green. The remainder of the trip was on foot and about a fifteen mile hike up the slopes of the black mountains to a location where a cabin would be in a clearing just over looking a valley. The mountains towered over the man and it seemed like themselves were reaching up to the gods.  When the location was in sight that is when it hit him, either this was going to be all a joke to get him to leave his post with The Trust or actually real family was just beyond a clearing of trees sitting in the still cabin. Slowly the man crept up to the building not making any sounds, with a deep breathe he slung his rifle around on his shoulder and brought his pistol from his side up to chest level. On the outside of the cabin were rusty bear traps, the regular hooks and fishing poles but there was no sign of anyone. Little by little his heartbeat rose as he got closer to the door. Slowly reaching down towards the nob a quick crack from a twig snapped just outside of treeline. The man snapped towards it with the gun raised, a dark figure hobbled out of the woods but was not alive anymore. It was a man with a checkered shirt, long brown pants, and it was indeed his uncle but it was already the final stage of the infection. The man had a clear bite on his neck and was stumbling towards Leonard. Feelings  arose from deep inside that usually were numb and just another emotion that did not matter.  In that moment time it self stopped, looking at the man in the face he barley saw an uncle but more or less a man that was forgotten long ago. Seeing this caused a sense of awareness his reactions took control of him. He walked forward shooting an entire clip of his 1911 in to his uncle, screaming and bringing out his rifle and taking the last shot to his head. He began to walk slowly towards the clift overlooking a valley that was filled with green he sat back and looked up in the sky shortly saying "I am sorry father". The rest became black as the sound of a gun stock thumped against the back of Leonard's head.

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