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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000"><b>July 30th | 13:30 | Fresno Suburbs </b></span>​</div><br/><br/><i>"I was in a trashcan dawg! Had to hide from a couple of them motherfuckers for a while,"</i><br/><br/>The reassurance that he did, in fact, smell a bit like a pile of trash made Malakai grimace a little.<br/><br/>Another swig was taken of the somewhat flat beer before those tired eyes of his fell on his friend's concerned features. Of course anyone would ponder the state of health of someone like Malakai Cross, there were a LOT of different medications sat out on display on that counter Marcus may not have realized he needed..<br/><br/><i>"Hey, you doin alright dawg?..You ain't taking none of them Ghentu pills are you? Apparently they traced the source of this shitstorm back to that company. Said a bunch of their medicine was making people psycho."</i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"Fuck no, 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. Just.."</span>A pause hit him just then. Marcus was aware to some extent, that he'd seem some shit over seas... However to what extent he'd never fully explained before..the constant pain, the seizures, the depression...<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"Marcus, I have less than a month of anti-seizure medication remaining, and the only place for me to get some of that, AND my pain management pills are a methadone clinic... I haven't been able to get a hole of anyone in days, even had to steal some of my lesser drugs as the local pharmacies are raided clean.. You know, if I seize.. and one of those things gets me, it's over."</span><br/><br/>A moment of weakness and vulnerability peaked just then, and the man sighed, leaning forward a bit on the couch and grabbing the remote for his TV, shutting it off so silence filled the apartment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">  "I just need to get my head around what needs to be done next, been a long time since I've been in this situation, you know?"</span><br/><br/>He stood set his beer down and picked up his rifle, a well-maintained M4-A1, and looked it over before setting it back down against the couch once more.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"Need to get you some sort of weapon, Marcus.. Hiding in trash cans isn't gonna work forever.."</span><br/><br/>Noises outside began to change, shift.. perhaps that thing chasing Marcus had gotten loose and chased down some other hapless person. Maybe it was a dog? It made him slightly nervous in that there was no easy way out of his apartment complex without a fast mode of transportation or a LOT of luck, both of which Marcus lacked... Malakai had the advantage of being able to free run over buildings and structures, and basically stay off ground level - however how good would that be to him once he was out of real estate? The entire situation was fucked and there was not a ton of information go by on what was happening with the world right then, just a replayed message on the news telling everyone 'not to panic' like all good news people were trained to say....<br/><br/>No military had been seen in his neck of the woods yet, and that had been his first expectation in a State of Emergency... In fact he'd half expected a phone call telling him to return to duty, despite his medical disabilities...<br/><br/>All that showed on his phone was an empty notification bar, and a whole lot of silence.