The engine of the old Ford pickup truck finally roared to life after twenty minutes of engine work, siphoning small amounts of gas from other rundown vehicles, and several dirty looks shot in his direction. Marcus was more than happy to get the hell out of that area and on his way to greener pastures, or at the very least...a less hostile environment. He took the road south, weaving in and out of endless obstacles along the way, and keeping his speed to a minimal in hopes of finding the man who took his bag, as well as taking care not to attract any unwanted attention. He flipped through various radio frequencies only to find there were none available, everything seemed dead, and the lack of music was as disheartening as the ruins around him. 

Up ahead he caught sight of what he was looking for, and the man who claimed it as his own. Marcus stopped the vehicle a few feet away, and leaving the engine running, hopped out to investigate. Yep, it was his bag alright, still clenched in the hand of man he assumed was that crazy bitch’s husband, Jacob. Although, it didn’t matter at this point considering the dude was dead, and as Marcus turned the lifeless body over, he noticed half the man’s face was torn off, perhaps from claws or worse. 

“Shit.” He mumbled, as he quickly surveyed his surroundings for any signs of hostility, but after a few moments didn’t hear or see anything. 

He rifled through his bag to ensure everything was still in tact as he last left it, also took the liberty of checking the man’s pant and coat pockets for anything extra. Aside from a few stray shotgun shells, bottle caps, and a pack of chewing gum, Marcus came across a tattered piece of notebook paper that read:

[center][i]Meet in the downtown district. Join the hunt, and reclaim what was once ours.[/i][/center]
He gave the note a puzzled look and was just about ready to toss it aside when he instead folded it up and shoved it into his back pocket, before gathering up the black tactical shotgun and Glock pistol lying on the ground next to the man’s remains. 

“What goes around comes around Jacob…” He said, laughing under his breath as he walked toward the truck and sped off further down the long stretch of road noticing the “Downtown District - 2 miles” sign. 

The cityscape wasn’t hard to see even from miles away, as the downtown area was once a roaring metropolis with buildings that seemed to touch the sky. Although now, the husks and shelled-out buildings that remained were only a glimpse of what it once was. Marcus kept his eyes peeled as he slowly rolled through the vacant city streets, expecting to be jumped by a gang of crazed mutated creatures, or perhaps raiders looking to take his shit. His fuel was less than a quarter tank and he hoped that this would be the last stop for awhile as he was tired of running. 

Marcus brought the truck to a dead stop as he peered down one of the long side-streets and noticed what appeared to be three people gathered at the foot of a building. At this point, he was pretty sure they saw him as well...

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