"Fuck no," Malakai said when Marcus asked about the Ghentu pills, "that shit seemed off to me from the get-go.. Too many people too quick to jump on that bandwagon.. That and the V.A wasn't ripe to approve it for my issues. And to answer your question, yeah I'm alright."<br/><br/>Marcus nodded, glad that his friend wasn't taking those. He had no idea what the infectivity of the pills were, no one did, just that they were speculated as the source and recalled before the news went dark. Marcus listened to his friend explain how low he was on medication, and that the pills were hard to come by. "Shit man," he replied when Malakai was done, "I didn't know you got seizures..." The man shook his head, "If you're runnin low on that, we gotta get you more. Same with whatever else you need dawg. I've got a feeling it's only gonna get harder to find this shit the longer we wait. Looters have been hittin stores all over, and things are getting crazier out there every day."<br/><br/>Marcus stood from the couch and walked over to the window, stepping through the strewn about items on the floor. He lifted the blinds and peeked through to look outside. The woman was still pinned between the two cars in the lot, but other than that there was no movement. Marcus took another drink of his beer. "I heard gunshots not but 10 minutes before I got here," he said, turning from the window. "Look, I know you want to have a good grasp on the situation, but damn man, I don't think that ever gonna happen. Especially not sittin around in here dawg. Did you hear the gunfire earlier? It was automatic. Could be military, and if that's the case they might have some sorta safe space we can go to. They would have the info that the government aint sharing with the people, and they would have weapons too man. I don't know what you got round here, but like you said, I need somethin to hold my own with."<br/><br/>Marcus walked back over to Malakai, and sat down beside him. "I think we gotta get out of here while we still can. I sure as fuck don't wanna, but the streets look clear. If we go towards that gunfire, I mean, I guess there's a chance we get shot... And you know, them things ran that direction... But... " Marcus scratched the back of his head. He realized he probably shouldn't have mentioned that. He was beginning to counter his own argument. "But shit I mean what the fuck else we gonna do?" He asked.<br/><br/>The man finished his beer, and sat back into the couch cushions. "You just let me know when you ready. Cause fuck it, I could use some excitement in my life."