Moving down the road, Marshall felt uneasy. How could he just leave that guy in the tent, back at the camp. Should he have put him out his misery? Maybe he's turned - and has killed someone, or some people. 'Have I indirectly caused someone's death?' He thinks to himself. Looking around the place, Marshall can't see much. Everything looks pretty normal to be honest, the end of the world has only been around for what, 2 weeks? As we stop for Katelyn, Marshall goes in to his bag. He pulls out a belt holster - wrapping it around his waist. Following that, he brings out his revolver - Smith & Wesson, putting it in the Holster. He takes off his jacket, putting it in the bag. Then he tucks in his collared shirt, un buttons the second top button (The first having previously been done), and rolls up his sleeves. Marshall looks in his bag again, and sees the end of a wooden handel. Going in to it, he lifts out his friend Charlie's axe. Well, a bit small to be an axe. Probably better to call it a hatchet. He puts that in his belt also. 

"I can't believe that place fell. It seemed so safe when I arrived a few days back. Perhaps if I never said we should've went there, maybe - maybe they'd still be -" Marshall realised what he was talking about and stopped. He didn't want to talk about Charlie - or Nathan, or Alicia. He didn't want to, and he wasn't about to.

Katelyn was feeling a bit better about five minutes on, so they started walking again. "No point in running or jogging anymore I guess. We're a safe enough distance away now. Besides, we'll be needing that energy sooner or later." And so it was. The sun was starting to go down, and they walked down the road. Taking a turn every now and then. Marshall was shocked at how untouched it all seems. Well, if you outrule the occasional splatter of blood and the garbage around, it really did look quite normal. "I wonder what caused it all. The Walkers, I mean." He says - thinking aloud.

They heard someone shout. Marshall didn't pay attention to who was shouting at all, as soon as he heard a noise - he reached for his holster, taking his gun out but not raising it. He turned around. Luke was there. 'Don't shoot!' He heard Luke shout. Marshall put the gun back in the holster as his eyes widened. He couldn't believe it.

"All right?" Marshall repeated what luke said. "Fuck no, but damnit am I glad to see you again!" Marshall said as he gave Luke a brotherly hug. 

Luke said he had a place they could go to - or they could keep walking. They started walking, whilst discussing where to go. He was fine with having Sophia choose on this one. As they were walking, Marshall heard a walker close by. As it turned the corner, the Walker saw the group immediately. A female, looked middle-aged. It's hair was brown and it's clothes dirty. Bite mark on it's wrist. "It's only one, but look - personally? I don't care where we go, but the longer we're here? There'll be more asshole's like this one. I got him." Marshall stated. He pulled the hatchet out from his belt. As Marshall went up to the Walker, it groaned louder.. He kicked the Walker in it's knee, causing it to fall to the ground. "Hatchet to the head equals Walker dead." Marshall said, as he sunk the Hatchet in to it's skull.

"So, where too?"