Marco's body spasmed when he first came aware of lying down.<em>When the hell had that happened?</em><br/>The shoulders were stiff, his legs like lead...hell, even his eyelids were complaining that he'd been neglecting to use them. But that wasn't right, at least not to him. Lungs ached when he breathed in and he no sooner took his first gasp of air when he coughed violently to clear it out. "Ffh! F-uuck." Not the greatest words to express, but they fit the mood and time. He opened his eyes to look around.<br/>And promptly grew worried. "Fuck.<strong>FUCK!</strong>What the hell?!" He was looking at a collection of scattered remains.<em>Human</em>remains at that...he sat upright, regretting the motions but doing it anyway. He ran a hand through his hair to clear the debris out of it and winced before he took another look around.<br/><em>What had he been doing?</em>Ahh yes, that was right. He'd been here to get out of the house at his uncle's place. But that was before all this happened. Not able to figure it out, he got up slowly. "Why are my clothes in one piece?" He looked at the wreckage and the dead. His coat, his jeans -even his shoes were in better shape than anything else he saw. He reached to the nearest body he'd seen and watched as the fabric disintegrated as he touched it.<br/><br/>There were noises coming not far off, maybe half a block away. Marco took a few steps towards the road, stumbling at first then carefully stepping around the bones and cracked concrete. His voice wasn't exaclty clear, but he started calling out. "Hey? Hey! Anyone...is anyone out there?"