[b]Marcus - Garden District, Baton Rouge - Aubrey[/b]

Marcus raised the fire iron in the air as the girl spoke, staring serenely at the sight of the sun's rays glinting off blood and metal, brain and bone. As he wiped the weapon clean on the walker's tattered and soiled dress, he snorted at something he heard the girl say.

"The mean men," he repeated scathingly. "You sound like a fucking child."

Once the poker had been cleaned, he placed it back into the makeshift sling at his side and turned towards her, considering the proposition she had made. It may have behooved him to stay hidden, but he enjoyed being out in plain sight. The great outdoors were lush and full of life, and there was still so much to explore. Even the cosy bungalows that lined this road in Garden District fascinated him; each one was brimming with unique character, as if it had its own story to tell. He often took great pleasure in ransacking long-abandoned abodes and piecing together the the last moments of the families who had lived in there. On some lucky occasions, he had even gotten to meet them, albeit in a noticeably more decaying state than what their photo albums depicted.

In the end, it was her offer of sustenance that truly piqued his interest. Adventure was good, but adventure on a full stomach was great.

"Why are you offering a stranger food?" he asked, his tone casual. "Take your time answering. If I smell bullshit, or if I just don't like what you have to say, I'll take the advice of our undead brethren and try a little [i]long pig[/i] tonight."