http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&s=6 (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&s=6)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>car, streets<br/><strong>With:</strong>All<br/><br/>Marcus kept his eyes open for anything that could be considered odd, though nothing seemed to come to mind. He was surprised to see someone on a bike, trying to get away from some runners. When Claire pulled over Marcus followed orders,<strong>"I've got about three shots left"</strong>, he called back to her as he swung his door open. He immediately cocked his gun and took aim. He hated runners, a target moving that fast was always a challenge for him to hit. Once he let it get right on him before firing into it's face.<br/><br/>Even if they were helping this guy Marcus didn't want to take any chances and watched him get behind the car, even as he continued to aim.<strong>"I'll get the one on the far left!"</strong>, he called back after Claire announced her target.<br/><br/>The way their new 'friend' called out positions made Marcus think that his jacket wasn't just for show, he had a very military tone to him and in reality it made Marcus trust him a bit more. He knew for a fact that someone from the military would have some kind of group mentality, especially seeing as they relied on each other.<br/><br/>There was a white car that was next to them, almost like a line that the zeds shouldn't cross. He waited for the monster to get passed the car's first headlight before firing. He didn't know if he'd hit it but the wound in it's neck showed that he got it. He watched it fall over and could see it twitch like it was getting up but it couldn't seem to do so. Maybe these things needed to breath too but he didn't know.<br/><br/>He moved his gun towards the next one and waited to see if Claire had it before doing anything.