"What kind of remedial----Wait a minute, you were in Chicago? What the hell are you two doing so far south in Vermilion County then?"

Marcus looks at both of them as if they were crazy, they were near salvation, just had to look for the big tower in the sky, but somehow they made a wrong turn and ended up 10 miles outside of Danville, Illinois. This news staggered him so much he didn't know what to do, if he stuck with them he would probably end up dead. If he left them here they would die and he would probably live, but it's not like him to leave people who saved his life alone to die for his own selfish gains, no matter how much they lack in navigating.

"When was the last time you were in Chicago?"

Before he could hear the answer, the familiar sound of Zed could be heard and the sun finally hides behind the trees.

"No time to answer now, let's go."

Marcus grabs his valuables, packs his satchel and hops on his bike and starts it up. He wheelies off towards a new dirt road, looking back hoping the two follow."