<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Marcus Magnusson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Wreck [Apocalypse forces Only]<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   S. La Peer Dr.<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Closed<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Marcus crouched at a precipice. Hot Santa Anna winds blew in from the east carrying with it the dry air of the desert and smell of ash and destruction.  Here the Earth had heaved and gasped a dying breath.  La Peer Drive had sunken like the chest of a corpse into the surrounding landscape. Marcus could see the subsurface of Swall and Almont Drives jutting over the walls of the new valley like ribs taunt against necrotic flesh.   The valley of ruin that was S. La Peer Dr. lay stretched out below him.<br/><br/>Grimly Marcus looked at the street below, at the distant pile of rubble where his home used to be.  He had been sure it would still be there.  It had to be there. Marcus had circled the La Peer valley twice hoping he was mistaken, but the sinking feeling in his chest had told him what his heart already knew.  Home was gone.<br/><br/>A shiver shook the street beneath him, strong enough that anyone in the area would feel it.  The ground was still shifting and active here.  The valley below was dangerously unstable and he knew he did not have a lot of time to do what needed to be done.  Marcus stood slowly, gazing across the valley below him and with little thought he cast himself out high over the cliff and watched the ground come rushing towards him.<br/>