Leon paced the cold, dark, and quiet room he had been locked in, trying to settle his mind. He was the President's Son, for christ's sake! He needed to get it together!

But it was hard to do. He felt sick, and he knew something was going on behind the scenes. Something more nefarious... And worst of all, he was scared. Being kidnapped by a cult was terrifying! He didn't want to admit it, since he was supposed to be a "manly man" or whatever, but right now, when he was all alone...

Leon was snapped from his thoughts when he heard a voice calling his name. Who was that?! He didn't dare answer, instead looking around the room for some sort of weapon. His eyes landed on a heavy looking gold candelabra, and as footsteps drew closer to the door, he grabbed it, testing it's weight before tucking himself into a hidden corner.

"Come and get it, you freaking not-zombies!" He whispered to himself in an effort to hype himself up. It didn't matter who was about to walk through that door; he was going to swing.