It had been a month or so since Leo ended up here, in this.. place. He didn't know exactly what this was, in fact most people didn't. It all started when him and his friends, Jason and Piper, ended up here when they were skiving class at their wilderness therapy school. When all of a sudden, everyone disappeared. Everyone all throughout America. Except the few survivors they managed to find.

They quickly figured out they had to play games to survive, to get days on their visa. But it wasn't long before they came across a hard game. Tag. Five of Spades. Leo had come up with the great idea to split up, gods how wrong that was. His friends came across the horse headed killer, and were already as good as dead. He blames himself for their death, he shouldve known. When does splitting up ever go well?

As much as he wanted to, he wouldn't let himself die. He knew that wasn't what his friends would want. After sulking in some motel, he noticed his visa was running low and went to go find a game to play.

He found an arena, it was in some motorway tunnel. He entered the bus and grabbed a phone and saw it was a game called Distance, 4 of clubs. The rules came up, you must reach the goal within the 120 minute time limit. Seemed easy enough, right?

Leo tightened a bandage on his arm, his eyes scanned the bus, examining the other players and trying to figure out if they would be an enemy to be concerned about. None really looked too significant, most just looked scared as usual. Leo couldn't blame them, who wouldn't? This was like a horror movie in real life. But still, he made a note of them all. His brain mentally doing the math of how easy this would be for him and the other players.