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people are the best defence against Walkers. Or - People
Once everyone had been introduced and they started walking back to the house - Marshall kept an eye open. 'Someone's gotta keep an eye out.' He thinks to himself. Looking at where the sun is, Marshall doesn't think he'll be getting any sleep tonight. It's evening now, which means pretty soon it will be dark. Arriving at the home he follows Luke's lead back down the side, and to the garage. First thoughts? No windows, heavy door - safe for the night. Luke locked the door, safety precautions of course.
"Yeah Luke, of course I'll come get the mattresses and whatever else." Marshall states. Needs to pull his weight in the group. Dead weight isn't what Marshall likes. No liabilities. So far he hasn't came to the conclusion anyone is dead weight. "Running water? Fuck yeah. Would love to clean up a little." Marshall says, wiping some of the dried in blood off his face. Marshall took his bag off, but didn't take his holster belt off. He took out his gun, not knowing if this place had been fully cleared.
Leaving the garage, they go to get mattresses for people, however many we needed. Heading upstairs, Marshall goes first for the bathroom. "One sec bro." He turned the tap, water was coming out - not much, but enough. A few minutes later the sink was full. He dipped his hands in the water and began washing his hands and face. "Suppose that's a little better." He states, looking at himself in the mirror. Still a little bloody, but not as much. He drains the water from the sink, and goes to the closest bedroom. Marshall looks at the mattress. 'Wouldn't take two men to carry one of these, one each should do.' He thinks to himself, as he bends down and grabs the mattress. He takes it downstairs, comes back up to get the pillows and blankets. He does the same with the next room, whilst Luke gets his share.
After that, they're all sitting in the garage talking. It's almost time for everyone to try and get some sleep - Marshall can't sleep, not tonight anyway. Not after what happened back at the camp. He'll sit upstairs and keep watch, although it may not be needed. "So..." Marshall tries to think of conversation. "Where we heading next?" He asks, trying to spark a discussion.
"Yeah Luke, of course I'll come get the mattresses and whatever else." Marshall states. Needs to pull his weight in the group. Dead weight isn't what Marshall likes. No liabilities. So far he hasn't came to the conclusion anyone is dead weight. "Running water? Fuck yeah. Would love to clean up a little." Marshall says, wiping some of the dried in blood off his face. Marshall took his bag off, but didn't take his holster belt off. He took out his gun, not knowing if this place had been fully cleared.
Leaving the garage, they go to get mattresses for people, however many we needed. Heading upstairs, Marshall goes first for the bathroom. "One sec bro." He turned the tap, water was coming out - not much, but enough. A few minutes later the sink was full. He dipped his hands in the water and began washing his hands and face. "Suppose that's a little better." He states, looking at himself in the mirror. Still a little bloody, but not as much. He drains the water from the sink, and goes to the closest bedroom. Marshall looks at the mattress. 'Wouldn't take two men to carry one of these, one each should do.' He thinks to himself, as he bends down and grabs the mattress. He takes it downstairs, comes back up to get the pillows and blankets. He does the same with the next room, whilst Luke gets his share.
After that, they're all sitting in the garage talking. It's almost time for everyone to try and get some sleep - Marshall can't sleep, not tonight anyway. Not after what happened back at the camp. He'll sit upstairs and keep watch, although it may not be needed. "So..." Marshall tries to think of conversation. "Where we heading next?" He asks, trying to spark a discussion.
Go for it bro. You're leading us to the place anyway(:
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Enjoying the RP so far, much planned for Marshall :-)
Moving down the road, Marshall felt uneasy. How could he just leave that guy in the tent, back at the camp. Should he have put him out his misery? Maybe he's turned - and has killed someone, or some people. 'Have I indirectly caused someone's death?' He thinks to himself. Looking around the place, Marshall can't see much. Everything looks pretty normal to be honest, the end of the world has only been around for what, 2 weeks? As we stop for Katelyn, Marshall goes in to his bag. He pulls out a belt holster - wrapping it around his waist. Following that, he brings out his revolver - Smith & Wesson, putting it in the Holster. He takes off his jacket, putting it in the bag. Then he tucks in his collared shirt, un buttons the second top button (The first having previously been done), and rolls up his sleeves. Marshall looks in his bag again, and sees the end of a wooden handel. Going in to it, he lifts out his friend Charlie's axe. Well, a bit small to be an axe. Probably better to call it a hatchet. He puts that in his belt also.
"I can't believe that place fell. It seemed so safe when I arrived a few days back. Perhaps if I never said we should've went there, maybe - maybe they'd still be -" Marshall realised what he was talking about and stopped. He didn't want to talk about Charlie - or Nathan, or Alicia. He didn't want to, and he wasn't about to.
Katelyn was feeling a bit better about five minutes on, so they started walking again. "No point in running or jogging anymore I guess. We're a safe enough distance away now. Besides, we'll be needing that energy sooner or later." And so it was. The sun was starting to go down, and they walked down the road. Taking a turn every now and then. Marshall was shocked at how untouched it all seems. Well, if you outrule the occasional splatter of blood and the garbage around, it really did look quite normal. "I wonder what caused it all. The Walkers, I mean." He says - thinking aloud.
They heard someone shout. Marshall didn't pay attention to who was shouting at all, as soon as he heard a noise - he reached for his holster, taking his gun out but not raising it. He turned around. Luke was there. 'Don't shoot!' He heard Luke shout. Marshall put the gun back in the holster as his eyes widened. He couldn't believe it.
"All right?" Marshall repeated what luke said. "Fuck no, but damnit am I glad to see you again!" Marshall said as he gave Luke a brotherly hug.
Luke said he had a place they could go to - or they could keep walking. They started walking, whilst discussing where to go. He was fine with having Sophia choose on this one. As they were walking, Marshall heard a walker close by. As it turned the corner, the Walker saw the group immediately. A female, looked middle-aged. It's hair was brown and it's clothes dirty. Bite mark on it's wrist. "It's only one, but look - personally? I don't care where we go, but the longer we're here? There'll be more asshole's like this one. I got him." Marshall stated. He pulled the hatchet out from his belt. As Marshall went up to the Walker, it groaned louder.. He kicked the Walker in it's knee, causing it to fall to the ground. "Hatchet to the head equals Walker dead." Marshall said, as he sunk the Hatchet in to it's skull.
"So, where too?"
"I can't believe that place fell. It seemed so safe when I arrived a few days back. Perhaps if I never said we should've went there, maybe - maybe they'd still be -" Marshall realised what he was talking about and stopped. He didn't want to talk about Charlie - or Nathan, or Alicia. He didn't want to, and he wasn't about to.
Katelyn was feeling a bit better about five minutes on, so they started walking again. "No point in running or jogging anymore I guess. We're a safe enough distance away now. Besides, we'll be needing that energy sooner or later." And so it was. The sun was starting to go down, and they walked down the road. Taking a turn every now and then. Marshall was shocked at how untouched it all seems. Well, if you outrule the occasional splatter of blood and the garbage around, it really did look quite normal. "I wonder what caused it all. The Walkers, I mean." He says - thinking aloud.
They heard someone shout. Marshall didn't pay attention to who was shouting at all, as soon as he heard a noise - he reached for his holster, taking his gun out but not raising it. He turned around. Luke was there. 'Don't shoot!' He heard Luke shout. Marshall put the gun back in the holster as his eyes widened. He couldn't believe it.
"All right?" Marshall repeated what luke said. "Fuck no, but damnit am I glad to see you again!" Marshall said as he gave Luke a brotherly hug.
Luke said he had a place they could go to - or they could keep walking. They started walking, whilst discussing where to go. He was fine with having Sophia choose on this one. As they were walking, Marshall heard a walker close by. As it turned the corner, the Walker saw the group immediately. A female, looked middle-aged. It's hair was brown and it's clothes dirty. Bite mark on it's wrist. "It's only one, but look - personally? I don't care where we go, but the longer we're here? There'll be more asshole's like this one. I got him." Marshall stated. He pulled the hatchet out from his belt. As Marshall went up to the Walker, it groaned louder.. He kicked the Walker in it's knee, causing it to fall to the ground. "Hatchet to the head equals Walker dead." Marshall said, as he sunk the Hatchet in to it's skull.
"So, where too?"
Marshall looked at Sophia. "Yeah, I'd love some soda." He says gracefully, as he takes the soda from her hand, opens it and takes a sip. "God damn, that's nice." He states, as he passes the Soda back to Sophia. "That was really kind - thank you." He says to Sophia thanking her. "Do you - do you think that they'll, yeno, sort this out?" Marshall asks curiously. interested in her thoughts. "It's just... What about, everyone else? Like... There's gotta be others out there obviously, right? What about people we know that aren't here yet... What about neighbours, people we passed on the street - are they, are they all gone?" He asks - appearing to be concerned, upset.
Marshall stood up fast as he saw the tent opening. A man comes in, apologising for entering. "Don't apologise, what's up?" Marshall listened to him as he talked about leaving, about how the camp isn't safe. "Not safe? Get away?" Marshall said curiously. "Where is safe? They're manning the fences, they're supplying people with, supplies, I think." Marshall states. He can see the man is worked up; nervous. He wiped sweat off his head. "Interested in coming with you..? Even if we were, I mean, we've got people here we know. Some Luke guy - and, Katelyn. It's not safe out there dude..." Marshall says, showing how concerned he is. It doesn't appear that Marshall has any intent on leaving the camp. The man told him he'd feel safe if we left with him. "Listen buddy, I'm sure your intents are good but, I've been out there so far and it ain't pretty. It's... controlled, in here." Marshall states.
Looking outside, he sees the shadow of a man stumbling by, holding his upper arm. "H.. help, somebody help, please?" The man sort of repeats. "Stay here a sec guys." Marshall says, as he walks out the tent and looks around. He sees the man. "Hey buddy, you okay?" He asks. "Have you got... Have you got - a rag or a bandage or something? Some guy attacked me as I walked by his tent... But he fell down, and I walked away fast. But it's bleeding... heavily." The man states. "Oh.. sure. Come with me. I'm not sure we have any bandages but I'm sure we can help you out. "Marshall says, smiling. Marshall didn't have a look at the wound.
The man was bitten.
Marshall didn't notice. He just assumed it was a bit of a brawl between them. Marshall enters the tent, bringing the man. "Hey guys, this is the guy I heard just then... He's a bit hurt. I don't think we have any bandages do we? Hey, show us the wound a second?" He asks."Yeah sure, stupid fucker bit me." Marshall doesn't look when the man shows his wound, and he doesn't click on to the fact the man said he had been bitten. Instead he looked at Sophia and the other dudes reaction. They were shocked, their eyes opening wide, gasping slightly. "What is it?" Marshall asks, as he turns around and looks at the wound himself.
Marshall stood up fast as he saw the tent opening. A man comes in, apologising for entering. "Don't apologise, what's up?" Marshall listened to him as he talked about leaving, about how the camp isn't safe. "Not safe? Get away?" Marshall said curiously. "Where is safe? They're manning the fences, they're supplying people with, supplies, I think." Marshall states. He can see the man is worked up; nervous. He wiped sweat off his head. "Interested in coming with you..? Even if we were, I mean, we've got people here we know. Some Luke guy - and, Katelyn. It's not safe out there dude..." Marshall says, showing how concerned he is. It doesn't appear that Marshall has any intent on leaving the camp. The man told him he'd feel safe if we left with him. "Listen buddy, I'm sure your intents are good but, I've been out there so far and it ain't pretty. It's... controlled, in here." Marshall states.
Looking outside, he sees the shadow of a man stumbling by, holding his upper arm. "H.. help, somebody help, please?" The man sort of repeats. "Stay here a sec guys." Marshall says, as he walks out the tent and looks around. He sees the man. "Hey buddy, you okay?" He asks. "Have you got... Have you got - a rag or a bandage or something? Some guy attacked me as I walked by his tent... But he fell down, and I walked away fast. But it's bleeding... heavily." The man states. "Oh.. sure. Come with me. I'm not sure we have any bandages but I'm sure we can help you out. "Marshall says, smiling. Marshall didn't have a look at the wound.
The man was bitten.
Marshall didn't notice. He just assumed it was a bit of a brawl between them. Marshall enters the tent, bringing the man. "Hey guys, this is the guy I heard just then... He's a bit hurt. I don't think we have any bandages do we? Hey, show us the wound a second?" He asks."Yeah sure, stupid fucker bit me." Marshall doesn't look when the man shows his wound, and he doesn't click on to the fact the man said he had been bitten. Instead he looked at Sophia and the other dudes reaction. They were shocked, their eyes opening wide, gasping slightly. "What is it?" Marshall asks, as he turns around and looks at the wound himself.
Marshall helps the man up as he reached out to grab Marshall's hand. "Don't apologise man, it's all good. I'm Marshall, Marshall Scott. Nice to meet you." Marshall liked the guy already - polite, and graceful. Something the soldiers hadn't shown, and some of the other refugees. "We're all new bro. I've got some bars I could give to you for your -" Marshall stopped his sentence as he saw the way Luke had looked at Sophia. Marshall realised that Luke had just then realised how famous she was. Marshall sees that Luke puts out his hand at Marshall, and he does the same. A firm, gripped hand shake.
Marshall can see how the man's acting. Nervous, perhaps. Marshall listens to his speech. "Oh you were alone? I was with some... I was alone when I arrived. The camp is quite, I dunno. Scary? At first. I guess, it was to me anyway. It's the reality maybe, that it's all to good to be true? I dunno. Sorry, I babble on." Marshall chuckles. A new, friendly face.
Luke says how he has to go and talks on the subject. "Hell yeah we'll see you around. You know where the tent's at! See you around man." Marshall says as Luke left the tent. Marshall turns around to the girls. "Cool dude." Marshall stated, informing them of his opinion. "Seemed a little nervous though. I guess we all were at first, right?" Marshall enquires. He takes a second to think about the guy. His hair reminded him of Charlie's hair. He thinks about how quick Charlie's life was taken. It was really damn fast. But is this different? Will it be the same again? Maybe the Military do have this shit under control. Perhaps it's only a matter of time, right? Until things go back to the way they used to be. Marshall snaps out of deep thought. "Chocolate, guys?" Marshall says, holding out a candy bar - offering it to the girls.
Marshall can see how the man's acting. Nervous, perhaps. Marshall listens to his speech. "Oh you were alone? I was with some... I was alone when I arrived. The camp is quite, I dunno. Scary? At first. I guess, it was to me anyway. It's the reality maybe, that it's all to good to be true? I dunno. Sorry, I babble on." Marshall chuckles. A new, friendly face.
Luke says how he has to go and talks on the subject. "Hell yeah we'll see you around. You know where the tent's at! See you around man." Marshall says as Luke left the tent. Marshall turns around to the girls. "Cool dude." Marshall stated, informing them of his opinion. "Seemed a little nervous though. I guess we all were at first, right?" Marshall enquires. He takes a second to think about the guy. His hair reminded him of Charlie's hair. He thinks about how quick Charlie's life was taken. It was really damn fast. But is this different? Will it be the same again? Maybe the Military do have this shit under control. Perhaps it's only a matter of time, right? Until things go back to the way they used to be. Marshall snaps out of deep thought. "Chocolate, guys?" Marshall says, holding out a candy bar - offering it to the girls.
Marshall sits comfortably listening to Sophia's tale of recent events. She mentions the premier. "Oh yeah, I saw the trailers for your new movie a couple weeks ago before - before all this." Marshall's eye twitches when Sophia tells him how her manager left her right in the midst of it. He thinks back to Charlie, and how Marshall wasn't quick enough to save him. He wonders if that counted as Marshall leaving him? Should he have made sure they were all right beside each other all the time? Was that his responsibility? Was it his fault that he is gone? All these thoughts rushed through his mind. Snapping back to reality, he focuses on what the manager did. "Damn... Asshole. It's good that you made it home to Katelyn though." Marshall says with relief. "Fuck that guy." Marshall was truly happy to see them both. After the loss of Charlie whom he knew before all this, he wasn't really sure if he would ever see anyone else again. Would he? With the whole word gone to shit would he ever see his Mom or Dad? His neighbours? Or are they all gone. Too many thoughts in his head.
Marshall is about to say something as a man zips open the tent, comes in, apologises then walks back and trips. Confused, Marshall gets up and looks at him. "Oh shit, hey man you all right?" Marshall puts out his hand offering to help the man up.
Marshall is about to say something as a man zips open the tent, comes in, apologises then walks back and trips. Confused, Marshall gets up and looks at him. "Oh shit, hey man you all right?" Marshall puts out his hand offering to help the man up.
Marshall had decided to take a nap. A few hours later, he woke up and looked around the tent - realising what a state it was in. If he was going to have someone, or some people coming in to share the tent while the Military sort this shit out he'd need to make it look approachable from the inside at least. He started thinking about it a bit more. Would it be children or adults? Elderly perhaps? Hell, he could've been paired up with a dog for all he knew, but still he didn't want to live in a shit hole. He put all the clothes lying around into his backpack - socks, pants etc. A few empty food cans and water bottles. He scooped them up - 1 can of beans, 1 of tomatoes, and 3 empty bottles. He left the tent and walked to the closest trash can - which had overflowed. He walked to the next and people had started just putting the trash next to the trash can because it was so full. He did the same, but decided to keep one water bottle and fill it up.
Marshall walked up to one of the Military soldiers, "Excuse me sir?" He asked politely. "What?" The soldier replied bluntly. "Where can I fill up my water bottle?" Marshall asked. "Do you really think I've got time to worry about your fucking thirst issues? Go ask someone who isn't currently participating in keeping this camp under control." As the soldier said that, Marshall decided to give off on it, and went back to his tent. He got in, and brushed some of the dirt and what not to the side."Asshole."
Marshall pretty much finished clearing around the tent All of a sudden, a few gunshots were fired by the Military, Marshall jumped out his seat before realising what they were firing at ofcourse - the undead. Suddenly, Marshall hears the tent unzipping. Moments later he sees two familiar faces - old friends, Katelyn and Sophia. He sighed with relief and hugged Katelyn back. "Oh my god!" Marshall said happily as a tear nearly appeared in his eye. "I can't believe this!" He stated. After all this time, Marshall finally had a smile on his face. Every time Marshall looked at Sophia, he got a bit upset. Obviously he was happy to see her, but every time he looked at her he saw his son's face due to her looking after him. Memories. "How have you been?" Sophia asked. "I've been... I'm - alive. I'm so relieved to see familiar faces, my god! How have you been guys? Did you get here all right?" Marshall asks. He unfolds two of the chairs and passes the to the sisters. Marshall sits on the floor opposite of them whilst he listens to their responses, simply happy to be with some people he actually knows.
Marshall walked up to one of the Military soldiers, "Excuse me sir?" He asked politely. "What?" The soldier replied bluntly. "Where can I fill up my water bottle?" Marshall asked. "Do you really think I've got time to worry about your fucking thirst issues? Go ask someone who isn't currently participating in keeping this camp under control." As the soldier said that, Marshall decided to give off on it, and went back to his tent. He got in, and brushed some of the dirt and what not to the side."Asshole."
Marshall pretty much finished clearing around the tent All of a sudden, a few gunshots were fired by the Military, Marshall jumped out his seat before realising what they were firing at ofcourse - the undead. Suddenly, Marshall hears the tent unzipping. Moments later he sees two familiar faces - old friends, Katelyn and Sophia. He sighed with relief and hugged Katelyn back. "Oh my god!" Marshall said happily as a tear nearly appeared in his eye. "I can't believe this!" He stated. After all this time, Marshall finally had a smile on his face. Every time Marshall looked at Sophia, he got a bit upset. Obviously he was happy to see her, but every time he looked at her he saw his son's face due to her looking after him. Memories. "How have you been?" Sophia asked. "I've been... I'm - alive. I'm so relieved to see familiar faces, my god! How have you been guys? Did you get here all right?" Marshall asks. He unfolds two of the chairs and passes the to the sisters. Marshall sits on the floor opposite of them whilst he listens to their responses, simply happy to be with some people he actually knows.
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