The desert rolled by under the tires of the 8 humvees. Leo sat in the shotgun seat of the lead humvee, occasionally glancing at Sagittarius on the 50 cal. Leo knew Sag was the best shot in the wasteland, able to shoot any weapon with the accuracy of a sniper, his favorite of his many weapons. Behind the shades of his always present aviators, Leo's green eyes swept over the dunes. Leo was tall, about 6'2 and with a golden skin tone that, combined with his muscular frame and blond hair, drove the girls wild. He shifted in his seat, the machete on his back making him uncomfortable. He whipped out one of his two matching gold plated Desert Eagles. He examined his handsome face in the reflective surface, with his constant troublemaker smirk. A sudden shot rang out, hissing wickedly past Leo's ear. He jolted, only being able to pull his assault rifle up half way before Sag snapped off a single return shot. Leo watched as the sniper he just discovered was blown backwards, his neck blown open by the terrible power of the 50 cal. Leo grinned at Sag, saying, "At least let me have a chance at him." Sag laughed and replied sarcastically, "Need to work on your quickdraw then." Leo snorted, everyone knew his deadly speed with his handguns. He looked at the driver and jokingly said,"Are we there yet?" The driver smirked in reply. "Got about an hour left before we get back to the hideout. Leo settled backward, and began polishing his handguns to pass the time.
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Apocalypse Zodiac
ActionEastern Nevada, 7 years after the outbreak. A mysterious man sits upon the throne of the Corporation, a militaristic organization that set itself up as the governing body of the region as the zombies became less abundant. Libra works for this man...
