<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRPzOxVV9Qzz7Rl5dLVeB66Aglzhl129ZUd3vZI-heXzJw9OMx08w)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><em>Marcus Gray</em></span></span></span></strong>+ (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=164668.msg7670606#msg7670606)<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Alexis, Selene, Nathan<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><em>Y</em></span></span></strong>earning for an answer since before the crash, Marcus finally got a reply. As ridiculous as the reason had sounded though, he believed the man. He never thought he would admit it but he knew what he saw. The dead did rise. Their walking in the streets out there, hunting for the flesh of the living. As least that's what they'd appeared to be doing. But to think that it'd merely been three days since the outbreak and assuming that so many have died lest for those gathered here, was just something quite hard to absorb. Shouldn't there be more survivors? Maybe badly wounded from their attack but probably lived to tell the tale. Oblivious to the zombies' infectious bites, Marcus struggled to find more answers. He was about to voice his thoughts when he saw movements made by one the three before him.<br/><br/>She was backing away from them. A defensive move. Or it could just be out of fear, out of mistrust. Just as he was about to attempt at convincing her that he wasn't one of them, she stumbled backwards. Impulsively, the man rushed forward to help her up. That's when he heard the familiar groan before her shriek. There was no time for him to be a victim of shock. No time to be stunned. She needed help, fast. From his peripheral vision, another figure began circling. One of their company seemed to get into position. He wasn't sure if they've got a gun. But if they do, how good were they in the dark. Marcus would not wait for assurance. He needn't to act.<br/><br/>Leaping forward in a couple of wide strides, the boxer soon towered above the girl. His left hand shot out to grab the back of the creature's neck as he raised his hunting knife high above his head.<br/><br/><em>...get them in the head. They stay down..</em>, the words echoed within his skull. It's now or never. He got to give it a shot. So he hammered the skull with his blade, cracking it opened and spilling it's brain out from it's mouth when he twisted the blade. He then pulled the limp torso off of Alexis and tossed it away. Panting from the short adrenaline rush and thrill, he turned back to face the woman. He extended his hand towards her.<br/><br/>"<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><em>Are you alright? Here, let me help you up!</em></span></span></strong>" whispered the man.<br/><br/>In his thoughts, he couldn't help but assumed that her scream would be heard. Especially here where the echoes reached far through the hallways and corridors.<br/><br/>"<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><em>We got to barricade the entrance to this room for now.. I'm not sure if travelling in the night is a good idea..</em></span></span></strong>" suggested the man to the rest with his head slightly turned to face them.