“Shit..” he muttered as he missed another arrow. He usually used a chair leg with nails on it, but for some reason the bow made him feel closer to Marlon- his EX bestfriend. They’d known eachother since long before the apocalypse started- both shipped off to a boarding school to rot. but as quickly as they became friends- he was gone. Dead. Gunned down by AJ the night before. Most people hear the piano, they hear the jokes, and then they move on. But Marlon didn’t. Now what was he to do?