"I'm telling you, Oxy is going to be universal currency by the end of the year." Marko jeered, taking the bottle back from her and securing it in his pocket once more. "It's nothing." He replied nonchalantly, "He gets a lot more exited when there's something around, I think he's just happy we're moving on."

Marko approached the door, veering around Ray to be at her side, "Let me help with that." He began to unravel the chain from the handles of the shop door, lending her a hand whether she needed it or not. He always found chain links managed to get stuck in the most mysterious of ways and this was no exception. "How do they even get all tangled up like that?" He asked rhetorically as the chain finally fell to the floor.

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It was a warm day, Marko began to wonder if it was a heatwave as he could feel himself slowly melt into the road. He trekked along behind Ray, Chief close at side while doing everything he could in his power not to turn into a puddle in the street or at least, that's how it felt. Looking up from the pavements below him he had to use his hand to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun, he'd become more light sensitive since the end of the world and now was a bad time to need an optician. He could see just fine and was beginning to wonder if it was something to do with nutrition, not that there was much he could do about that either. In this world you ate what you could and just tried not to be eaten.

He hadn't come across too many people since all hell was set loose, but those he did meet had strange tales of what the apocalypse had done to people. There were stories of cannibalism but Marko didn't believe it, there was still food to be found he couldn't imagine cannibalism except for a last resort and even then the thought made him squirm. Eating another human being was just something he'd never be able to do he guessed.

They'd been walking for maybe twenty minutes but in the heat and with how dead the city was, it felt like hours. "How much further?" He asked, not trying to seem fussy, it was the first words either of them had spoken since shortly after leaving the shop. "Are you not roasting?" Marko slipped the jacket off and wrapped it around his waist, "Damn." He uttered.