Although Marcus usually preferred to keep a polite head on his shoulders when it came to other survivors, he approached David and the unidentified man with his revolver drawn and slightly raised. The boy was young, probably in his late teens or early twenties, but dwarfing the much older David in height. The kid looked scared, understandably so, and Marcus didn't want to frighten him any further but there was an element of risk involved: The boy was covered in blood and smelled like death, and if he'd recently been fighting off the walkers there was always the possibility of a bite.

[b]"Sorry to have to do this to you, kid, but we're going to need you to take that shirt off and give us a twirl. Nothing personal, just checking for bites."[/b] He said to the boy, trying his hardest to not sound too threatening. He figured he would follow up with a question to get the kid talking. [b]"The hell happened to you, anyway? You look like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards."[/b]