Marshall followed Sophia into the store - he also notices the movement, forcing his hand to draw his revolver, aiming it in front of him. A woman that he doesn't recall from the camp - but undoubtedly was one of them, appears in front of the two survivors. She looted most of the good stuff, she then walked by us and sat in the back of our car. "The hell, we don't know this girl, well, not really? Can't just allow her to... Never mind I trust you on this one." He states, holstering his revolver as he begins to head to the car and sits shotgun.
Driving to the house they stay in, Marshall gets a bit bored, even though it's not that long of a drive. He plays around with the radio thing in the car, suddenly, whilst flicking through the channels and networks, he hears a voice, but moved on to the next one fast. So he goes back to the channel, and listens closely.
"Approaching the third week of ######## # ## # ### # we're able to inform you that over ha-#### # # ##### ## ## wiped out. Unknown, as to what caused the dead to ##### # ## ##### ####### ## ##### human flesh. It seems most other of the radio stations have fallen, very few broadcasting. Luckily we are still able to get word out. This is life, from Los Angeles. We hope you're safe, have food and water. Keep all doors and windows locked, curtains closed. The military and government are working their way helping all. Do not leave ### ############ # # ##### ## ## ###### ##### safe ### ### # I ####### #### #### ### military. All will be resolved. We cannot broadcast 24/7. We will still broadcast for as long as the infected do not ## ## ####### ## ##### ##### long as possible. Every few days at the minimum. Times unknown. #### #### broadcast when we can. The increasing death toll continues to rise. Don't approach any infected. It is known that if you are bitte### ## ######### ##### ####### do not need to ###### ######## you will bec-### #####. Stay safe. I'm being told to get off the air. We will broadcast again when possible. God bless Amer-###."
"Shit... There still are people out there doing that kinda shit? Hell, would've thought there'd be none broadcasting..." Marshall states, as the house comes in to view. "All right lets go see if everyone's okay." He says, getting out of the car and approaching the house. Marshall debates on whether to tell everyone he murdered someone, though he has decided he will, he's going to wait until everyone is settled in first again now that they are back.
Walking in the front door, Marshall sees the young girl, then Luke appears, walking out of the room. Delighted to see him - and happy he's okay. "Good to see ya' buddy. All is... Well. Everything been cool here?" He asks Luke, curious to the well being of the group. Shortly after, Marshall enters the garage and sits on the floor, happy to be back here where he should be. He'll wait a little bit longer until everyone is comfortable and shit before he tells them. "Oh, by the way guys, There should be just enough mattresses for everyone. It's almost time to catch some shut eye. I'm gonna sit upstairs and watch out the window. I don't think it's necessarily necessary to keep watch but hell - I'm not sleeping tonight anyway." Marshall says, with an awkward smile on his face. He stretches out his arms, and opens a bar of chocolate, feeding his hunger.
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As Sophia entered the car, and started driving - Marshall just sat back, feeling the heated seats and looking out the window. You could have shot me back there you know that right? "I had to take that shot - he was going for your neck, could've choked you, or grabbed you from the back of it. I had no choice, and I wasn't gonna let him go with you." Marshall says, trying to justify himself. "If I thought I couldn't hit him... I wouldn't have taken the shot. It was an in-the-moment kinda' thing. Like, looking back on it I could think maybe I shouldn't or maybe I shoulda', but when you're actually there, at that time, having to make that decision? You just kinda' go with it. I'm sorry if I scared you." He says in an apologetic tone.
Driving down the road, Marshall looked out the window. They'd been driving for a little bit - looking outside, he sees one Walker, just walking on it's own. No others around him, just one Walker, walking alone. He looks... Lonely. It's really sad when you think about it - the Walkers. He thinks to himself. Marshall sees a resemblance to that Walker. The Walker is alone, not belonging anywhere. It resembles Marshall's feelings. Thinking about it - about the similarities - Marshall can't let it just suffer like that. "You've gotta stop the car..." Marshall says. "I'm not gonna make you stop everytime you see a Walker but... I need to kill that one. It won't happen again. I promise, just give me a sec." He states, as Sophia stops the car and he exits.
Walking across the grass to the Walker, Marshall begins to wonder. This Walker is basically... The Walker version of me. I feel a bit alone - and he's walking by himself, we're both wandering aimlessly. He walks up to the Walker, as it has noticed his presence and begins stumbling towards him. Marshall kicked it's leg backwards - breaking it, and it falls to the ground, reaching up at him - moaning in that way the Walkers moan.
"You were a person once. It shouldn't be like this." He states, talking to the Walker. It groans, reaches, biting at the air. "I'm sorry this happened to you." He said, as he takes out his Smith & Wesson, forcing the end of the barrel to touch the head of the Walker. One head shot put it out. Walking back to the car, he sees that Sophia has noticed the few minutes Marshall spent kneeled down next to it, though from that distance she couldn't hear him. "I know that seemed odd. I won't make you stop again, sorry." Marshall sits back, putting the gun in its holster, as they began to drive again.
Driving down the road, Marshall looked out the window. They'd been driving for a little bit - looking outside, he sees one Walker, just walking on it's own. No others around him, just one Walker, walking alone. He looks... Lonely. It's really sad when you think about it - the Walkers. He thinks to himself. Marshall sees a resemblance to that Walker. The Walker is alone, not belonging anywhere. It resembles Marshall's feelings. Thinking about it - about the similarities - Marshall can't let it just suffer like that. "You've gotta stop the car..." Marshall says. "I'm not gonna make you stop everytime you see a Walker but... I need to kill that one. It won't happen again. I promise, just give me a sec." He states, as Sophia stops the car and he exits.
Walking across the grass to the Walker, Marshall begins to wonder. This Walker is basically... The Walker version of me. I feel a bit alone - and he's walking by himself, we're both wandering aimlessly. He walks up to the Walker, as it has noticed his presence and begins stumbling towards him. Marshall kicked it's leg backwards - breaking it, and it falls to the ground, reaching up at him - moaning in that way the Walkers moan.
"You were a person once. It shouldn't be like this." He states, talking to the Walker. It groans, reaches, biting at the air. "I'm sorry this happened to you." He said, as he takes out his Smith & Wesson, forcing the end of the barrel to touch the head of the Walker. One head shot put it out. Walking back to the car, he sees that Sophia has noticed the few minutes Marshall spent kneeled down next to it, though from that distance she couldn't hear him. "I know that seemed odd. I won't make you stop again, sorry." Marshall sits back, putting the gun in its holster, as they began to drive again.
Trust is the last thing on his mind at the current time Lol
Marshall will end up trusting him atleast a bit, it's just cos he aint had much interaction yet :)
As Marshall finishes up, he turns around and hears Sophia scream - some man had grabbed her. He sees that the man violates Sophia, by her neck. "Sophia!" Marshall says, thinking that the man is bluffing about shooting him if he came closer - he strays to the side, runs at him - oof. A solid punch to the temple had Marshall on the ground. The man had gave him a really strong punch to the side of the head - knocking him flat out for atleast twenty seconds. Within that time, Sophia bit him, and brawled with him. Marshall was beginning to wake up - but too dazed to make anything out.
He sees Sophia twist the gun out of the man's hand. Marshall's vision begins to clear up - thankfully. He begins to stand up - but falls over as soon as he gets on his knees. No you weak fuck - no pussying down on the ground, get the fuck up there and do something! He thinks to himself. "Damnit..." He says, standing up, drawing his revolver and aims it. His vision is slightly blurry, but a lot more clear than it was. Taking a shot would be very, very risky. His arm and hand began to move towards Sophia's throat - fast. Marshall aims straight down the barrel. BLAM! Marshall had opened fire, sending a bullet straight in to the man's chest - he falls back, still concious.
Marshall runs to Sophia - sprints, hugging her passionately. "I can't believe this." Marshall let go of her. He looked her straight in the eyes - and her back at his. What Sophia could see, was the rage. Marshall was fuming with anger - his eyebrows sunk down like daggers, his eye's bloodshot - his breathing heavy. "P--please, please help me ! Oh god help me!" The man shouts. "You... you've got to help me please! I can't die like this. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! It's been... It's been so long... She's a pretty girl, I was gonna let her go eventually! I just need some..." He pleads, giving reason. "I can't die man you gotta listen to me!" The man screams, as he holds his wound and pleads more. "I'm - I'm begging you... Please..! Please I'm begging you!" Tears begin to fall from his eyes, running down his cheek. "You can't leave me here! You can help me, you've got to heal me please! This is my life it can't end like this please!" He continues to plead for his life.
Marshall's rage is unbelievable. He's not been this angry since that time... Not in a while. "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT! The world has got enough SHIT without people like you! Fuck! You rapist scum bag. Beg all you want you filthy piece of dirt. Fuck. You." One shot to the head killed the man, straight in to the brain. Marshall spits on the man, and then wipes his own forehead, removing some of the blood splatter. Turning around he saw the look in Sophia's eyes at Marshall but he couldn't make out what it was. Scared? Nervous? Upset? ...Pity?
He turned around again, looking at the corpse of the man. Marshall's voice was course - very rough when he said what he did next. "Let's go." As he walked towards the car, he opened the passenger seat in the front and sat in it - waiting for Sophia to get in and drive. How are we gonna tell the others... They'll need to be told. He thinks to himself. Sitting in the seat, he puts the gun in it's holster, ready for Sophia to drive to the store.
He sees Sophia twist the gun out of the man's hand. Marshall's vision begins to clear up - thankfully. He begins to stand up - but falls over as soon as he gets on his knees. No you weak fuck - no pussying down on the ground, get the fuck up there and do something! He thinks to himself. "Damnit..." He says, standing up, drawing his revolver and aims it. His vision is slightly blurry, but a lot more clear than it was. Taking a shot would be very, very risky. His arm and hand began to move towards Sophia's throat - fast. Marshall aims straight down the barrel. BLAM! Marshall had opened fire, sending a bullet straight in to the man's chest - he falls back, still concious.
Marshall runs to Sophia - sprints, hugging her passionately. "I can't believe this." Marshall let go of her. He looked her straight in the eyes - and her back at his. What Sophia could see, was the rage. Marshall was fuming with anger - his eyebrows sunk down like daggers, his eye's bloodshot - his breathing heavy. "P--please, please help me ! Oh god help me!" The man shouts. "You... you've got to help me please! I can't die like this. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! It's been... It's been so long... She's a pretty girl, I was gonna let her go eventually! I just need some..." He pleads, giving reason. "I can't die man you gotta listen to me!" The man screams, as he holds his wound and pleads more. "I'm - I'm begging you... Please..! Please I'm begging you!" Tears begin to fall from his eyes, running down his cheek. "You can't leave me here! You can help me, you've got to heal me please! This is my life it can't end like this please!" He continues to plead for his life.
Marshall's rage is unbelievable. He's not been this angry since that time... Not in a while. "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT! The world has got enough SHIT without people like you! Fuck! You rapist scum bag. Beg all you want you filthy piece of dirt. Fuck. You." One shot to the head killed the man, straight in to the brain. Marshall spits on the man, and then wipes his own forehead, removing some of the blood splatter. Turning around he saw the look in Sophia's eyes at Marshall but he couldn't make out what it was. Scared? Nervous? Upset? ...Pity?
He turned around again, looking at the corpse of the man. Marshall's voice was course - very rough when he said what he did next. "Let's go." As he walked towards the car, he opened the passenger seat in the front and sat in it - waiting for Sophia to get in and drive. How are we gonna tell the others... They'll need to be told. He thinks to himself. Sitting in the seat, he puts the gun in it's holster, ready for Sophia to drive to the store.
Just before Marshall was about to leave, he leaned down next to Luke. "Hey man. Me and Sophia are about to head, I know she offered for you to come, and well I'd feel a bit safer with you covering my back, as well as Sophia, but right now I don't feel right leaving Autumn with the others. It's not that I don't like him - I do, but he hasn't really earned my trust yet. I'd prefer it if you stayed just now to keep everyone safe, me and Sophia shouldn't be gone too long. I know it probably isn't my place to ask you to stay but, well, I'm just thinking in favour of the group. Next time I'll stay, don't worry" Marshall chuckles at the end of the explanation. Hoping Luke understands Marshall having him stay, he turns around to the others. "We won't be gone too long everyone." Marshall is about to leave, but he looks over to Katelyn, wondering if she's a bit upset or worried about Sophia leaving. "Not sure how you feel about her leaving for this run bud, but don't worry - I'd say I'll make sure she's okay, but seriously? It'll be her making sure I'm okay." Marshall laughs. "Be back soon buddy." He says, as he heads for the door.
Walking down the street he can't see much. Again, this street looks relatively similar to what streets looked like before the outbreak. Only exception is the one car that's crashed in to the street light - and the occasional blood splatter "So... Nice weather, huh?" Marshall asks to Sophia - not that he gives a fuck about the weather, that's the least of his worries, but he just tries to spark a bit of conversation. "Man... How the fuck did the world get so fucked up. Feels like just yesterday you were baby sitting for me and Amy, damn I wonder if Noa-" Marshall stops instantly, realising he's talking about his dead wife and son. "God fucking damnit! The fuck is wrong with me. Fuck!"
Marshall sees Sophia going up to a car, a Honda. "Damn straight girl! That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! Don't these fancy ass cars have heated seats and shit? Maybe that's my imagination. Damn this thing's a beauty!" He says excitedly. Sophia manages to get the car turned on. "Oh that's whattup! Nice job partner! Hey er, hold on a second. Gotta take a leak." Marshall says, as he walks over to the bush a few feet away and begins to piss, with his back turned to Sophia. "Don't mean to be rude, but yeno, when you gotta go you gotta go. Hell, not like I'm gonna get the police on me for pissin' in a street corner." He says, in light of the new days.
Walking down the street he can't see much. Again, this street looks relatively similar to what streets looked like before the outbreak. Only exception is the one car that's crashed in to the street light - and the occasional blood splatter "So... Nice weather, huh?" Marshall asks to Sophia - not that he gives a fuck about the weather, that's the least of his worries, but he just tries to spark a bit of conversation. "Man... How the fuck did the world get so fucked up. Feels like just yesterday you were baby sitting for me and Amy, damn I wonder if Noa-" Marshall stops instantly, realising he's talking about his dead wife and son. "God fucking damnit! The fuck is wrong with me. Fuck!"
Marshall sees Sophia going up to a car, a Honda. "Damn straight girl! That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! Don't these fancy ass cars have heated seats and shit? Maybe that's my imagination. Damn this thing's a beauty!" He says excitedly. Sophia manages to get the car turned on. "Oh that's whattup! Nice job partner! Hey er, hold on a second. Gotta take a leak." Marshall says, as he walks over to the bush a few feet away and begins to piss, with his back turned to Sophia. "Don't mean to be rude, but yeno, when you gotta go you gotta go. Hell, not like I'm gonna get the police on me for pissin' in a street corner." He says, in light of the new days.
All the mattresses and shit were downstairs now. Marshall sees people comforting Autumn. Damn, hope he's all right. He thinks to himself. Marshall hadn't interacted with that guy yet. Not because he didn't like him or anything, he's just not had much conversation with him. As Sophia mentions the Sports store, Marshall looks at everyone. He can blatantly see how exhausted everyone is. Not excluding himself, of course. But Marshall feels a bit of a liability. He's doing much to try and prove his worth to the group. It's as if they could let go of him at any time. Do they even need me? His thoughts pass. He's going to do all he can to prove his worth.
"Oh and eh - Autumn? Take my mattress, I'm not gonna be using it tonight. I don't think I'll be able to sleep. I suppose when it's time for sleep, I'll sit upstairs looking out the window, keeping watch. Not that we really need to keep watch or anything, but, y'know. Gives me somethin' to do." Marshall says, informing them that he's basically just going to sit there and dangle his legs out the window waiting for the sun to rise. There's no way in heaven or hell he's sleeping tonight.
"Sports store, huh?" Marshall says, as his hand slides down his waist until it reaches his holster. "Damn... I'm as exhausted as everyone, hell - if I'm good for one thing it's beating the utter shit out of these things. Sophia, I'll come - hell I could do with getting back out there. Being safe it - it doesn't feel, well, normal. It doesn't feel normal being in here away from danger any more... Ever since this all started it's been fucking survival... I've lost friends, we lost the camp. Fuck it. I just need to let off some steam." He says, as his other hand reaches for his hatchet, and he takes it out of his belt.
"I was thinking... Well - if we get a car, we could stop by my place maybe? I left a lot of food in there. No reason I just, didn't really think much of it when I left the house that day." Marshall informs the group of his idea. They could stop there and rest for a few days. However, in this moment, this one moment - he forgets that he had a son, and a wife. He forgets the house is still full of pictures of the family, and that he never emptied his sons room - it's still the way it was those few years ago. Marshall doesn't want people to know he had a family, but he's forgotten the way the house is in this one moment. "I suppose it's on the way, when we get a car we could stop by, even for a few days? I mean, it'd just be good to get home, y'know? If you guys don't want to that's fine." Marshall states, it's not that long a drive away, and it's sort of on the way. Not far at all. For now, Marshall is waiting for Sophia to tell him when they're gonna' go to that store. Time to smack a couple heads together. He thinks.
"Oh and eh - Autumn? Take my mattress, I'm not gonna be using it tonight. I don't think I'll be able to sleep. I suppose when it's time for sleep, I'll sit upstairs looking out the window, keeping watch. Not that we really need to keep watch or anything, but, y'know. Gives me somethin' to do." Marshall says, informing them that he's basically just going to sit there and dangle his legs out the window waiting for the sun to rise. There's no way in heaven or hell he's sleeping tonight.
"Sports store, huh?" Marshall says, as his hand slides down his waist until it reaches his holster. "Damn... I'm as exhausted as everyone, hell - if I'm good for one thing it's beating the utter shit out of these things. Sophia, I'll come - hell I could do with getting back out there. Being safe it - it doesn't feel, well, normal. It doesn't feel normal being in here away from danger any more... Ever since this all started it's been fucking survival... I've lost friends, we lost the camp. Fuck it. I just need to let off some steam." He says, as his other hand reaches for his hatchet, and he takes it out of his belt.
"I was thinking... Well - if we get a car, we could stop by my place maybe? I left a lot of food in there. No reason I just, didn't really think much of it when I left the house that day." Marshall informs the group of his idea. They could stop there and rest for a few days. However, in this moment, this one moment - he forgets that he had a son, and a wife. He forgets the house is still full of pictures of the family, and that he never emptied his sons room - it's still the way it was those few years ago. Marshall doesn't want people to know he had a family, but he's forgotten the way the house is in this one moment. "I suppose it's on the way, when we get a car we could stop by, even for a few days? I mean, it'd just be good to get home, y'know? If you guys don't want to that's fine." Marshall states, it's not that long a drive away, and it's sort of on the way. Not far at all. For now, Marshall is waiting for Sophia to tell him when they're gonna' go to that store. Time to smack a couple heads together. He thinks.
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