There comes a time in every person's life--
Every man's life--
Every gay man's life.
When he has the chance to just stop and reflect on his life.
To wonder how he got where he was at that very moment.
To ponder the choices he's made thus far. In both the areas of life and love.
For Makarios Lillis, this time came at a very odd moment. It hadn't come when he decided to come out to his parents. It hadn't come when he'd been confronted with his first gay bashing bully. Nor when he graduated. Not when he was applying to Julliard. Not even when he had gotten accepted. It hadn't come when he decided to take a year off before actually going. Hell! It hadn't even come when the world went to hell with no sign of coming back.
That moment came when he found himself in...
"...Nebraska." He grumbled with gritted teeth.
Makarios looked around him, wondering where had he gone wrong in life to end up in Nebraska of all places. He obviously hadn't taken a good set of life choices to land him here. If he was honest with himself, it wasn't that it was
"Nebraska." He let the word out again, closing his mouth as if it might try and find refuge back from its place of origin.
No, it wasn't that he hated this place in particular, he just had hate-more hate relationship with the Mid-West.
Surveying his surroundings, the city seemed to be a ghost town. He had, of course seen walkers whiling he had been scavenging for supplies, but his general rule was not to attack them unless they noticed him first. That rule had helped keep him alive up to this point. But, he couldn't help but want to let out some pent up aggression. The group he had been with had dispersed quickly after a falling out, and it was all the better for him. He hadn't exactly felt safe with that group. One of the members, Kenny, had honestly seemed close to the point of aggressive madness. The female of the group, Sophia, hadn't seemed too friendly either. Their group was a classic story of convenience and when they'd met their end destination, they'd split.
But now Makarios didn't really know what to do.
"I've got to find them..." he whispered, "or.....at least someone." He had learned, even when thinking out loud, not to be too vocal about it. The small park he was in seemed to be untouched by the infection. No walkers milling on the grass, no wreckage. Nothing. It stood out from the rest of the area, looking reminiscent of normal. It took him back for the briefest of moments before he snapped himself out of it.
Hiking his bag up, he looked around him again.
How had he ended up here?
He shook his head, beginning to walk north on Minor street until he hit Kane. As he looked up the road, there seemed to be slightly more walkers up ahead than down Kane street itself. But, something told him to keep going. Flexing and stretching, he trudged forward, prepared to run and fight at a moments notice. His destination? He knew not where, but maybe there would be other, more trustworthy people there.