Leon felt as if he was going to throw up. This was all too much. He had never seen anything of this calibre before, on the news or otherwise. He walked over to the side of the road and peered in to the forest. "I... uh..." he looked back at the rest of the group and tried to figure out what to do. "So, Hannibal, what's the plan?" a voice spoke up. He recognised that it was Jojo, a guy who was pretty well known back in Midcreek for practical jokes, but even now, it surprised Leon that he was making humorous nicknames. "What, me?" Leon blinked. Jojo didn't have to reply for Leon to know the answer. "The plan? Well... you heard that guy, right? Move in to the forest, find somewhere secluded, and stay away from people... not much more to it." He was speaking with an air of confidence, but deep down, he was completely oblivious to what was going on.

Leon glanced up at the sky, the sun was falling rapidly, and soon, it would be pitch black. "I think we should get in there, find a safe place and set up camp... now. Before it gets freezing cold." Leon blinked and turned around, walking towards the forest at a slow pace. If they wanted to follow him, then good, but he wasn't about to stop any of them if they decided to run off in the other direction. Just because he had been handed a phone didn't mean he was responsible for these people's lives. As insensitive as it seemed, he had himself to worry about right now.

Moving silently, ignoring any conversation behind him, Leon began to meander through the forest. He walked for around five minutes, not once checking to look behind him to see if anyone had followed. Eventually, he reached an area that he considered to be adequate. It was a fairly large hill in a clearing of trees. On the side of the hill was a rocky outcropping upon which a stream ran down. The stream ended in a minature waterfall that would be perfect for drinking from. There was plenty of room beside the outcropping for several tents and sleeping bags, and it wasn't near any trees, so they wouldn't disturb any wildlife.

Leon turned around to see that the entire group was behind him in some way or another - some were perhaps not too happy that he had took charge, others looked relieved that they didn't have to. He shrugged off the thoughts and dropped the bags. "I think we should set up our tents here," he announced. Nobody seemed to disagree. "I'm going to get some firewood," he said quickly afterwards, realising that he, as well as a few of the others, would probably struggle to sleep tonight, and a campfire would be a good source of heat to sit around.

In the bags were five 2-man tents. They were only small, so they would only take a few minutes to set up between the group. By the time Leon had returned with firewood, they were pretty much all up. Leon knelt down and arranged the sticks in to a campfire, proceeding to take his lighter from his pocket and to ignite it. When he was done he sat down beside it and sighed deeply, glancing around at the rest of the survivors. There was nobody here he would consider a friend. He knew all of their faces, and he was pretty confident on their names, but some of them he had never spoken to. He pulled his hood up and glanced back at the fire.