<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>abandoned house, Wellington<br/><strong>With:</strong>Desi<br/><br/>Marcus waited patiently for Desi to come down, he knew he had no reason to be anything but patient and kind to the girl, at least that's what his conscience kept telling him. He leaned against the living room wall as she walked around, he was thinking of the first place they would go in their scavenging, he knew he'd seen a gas station and motel at one point. He'd never checked to see how many survivors were around, he hadn't seen any going around and they hadn't seen a walker in a little while. "Morning", he said to her as he rubbed his sleep depraved eyes, "Sleep?", he asked knowing she'd had a lot of nightmares since they started living together.<br/><br/>He'd lived alone most of his life, his parents having died a few years prior. He was lucky in that he had no family to worry about, at least, none he felt he had too. Marcus worked at restaurants his whole life, and when things started he was the head chef at a popular place in Denver. While he worked there he often found Desi going around and also found her hungry so he started bringing her food whenever he could. He'd never asked about her personal situation but still viewed her as a friend and someone he should help. His first taste of the outbreak came one night after the restaurant had closed, him and a few others were cleaning some left over dishes and one of those things smashed through the glass door. They all ran but he killed it with a butcher knife, knowing he had to do something. When he looked outside he saw there were more and part of him had an idea of what was happening. The first thing he did was go find Desi, he needed to keep her safe, he didn't know why, but he did. He'd kept the knife on him, wanting to be safe if he found another one of them and when he found Desi he convinced her to come to his apartment to spend a night or two. The official report of things came out the morning after and he knew he couldn't let her go out on her own again.<br/><br/>"Okay, we're just going to see if there may be food somewhere around here", he said looking out the window. Just then he heard something pierce the normal nature sounds that filled the air. A car? It sounded like one at least. He knew they would need to check that out, carefully, they didn't have a great history with the survivors they'd met on their way to Wellington. Fuckers wanted him to trade Desi for food like she was his property. "Keep up and be careful, we should check out what that is", he said knowing the car was easily heard.