[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233] Marcus[/url] listened at Victor as he started to tell what he knew. Hesitant at first, something clearly weighting his mind. But before long, the he  took the look at the Warrior, and stated what he knew. 

“Not much. Only rumors, really, but apparently some rare, special Hunters can see things others can't. I heard one of the things they see are little men all over.” He said. Marcus felt a void inside him sucking his intensities as the horror that he was and mystery of what they had done to him deepened. What exactly were they doing here and why they wanted them to see these otherwordly beings? If he was not human or hunter, what was he? 

Then Victor swallowed, perhaps out of nervousness, before he asked “Are there... a lot more of you in there?”. There being the room with clots. Marcus looked at the Hunter. The dread inside him had made his heartrate rise, so he tried to change his focus on this question and turned his head towards the clinic. He started to count, but stopped when he got to ten as there were many of them and Marcus couldn’t focus well. 

[color=BDB76B]”There are many. Tens. Many of them are dead, but some are still...”[/color] Marcus paused for a minute. He remembered his nightmares again. He somehow knew they all were seeing one or another kind of horror under the closed eyelids. Those that were alive, at least. [color=BDB76B]”Sleeping.”[/color] he finished. Marcus put the rifle on his back again. Leather strap felt tight on his left shoulder. He fingered the sword on the waist underneath his leather belt. Not too securely sheathed but would suffice until they made it to a haven. [color=BDB76B]”There's too many of us to carry to the church.”[/color] Marcus stated. He wanted to get away from this wretched place.