Marlon was sat in his office, slumped over his desk, thinking. All he could do was think, he couldn’t go out in the sun without burning, he was consistently hungry with no cure but blood.

He knew the only way he could get around the thirst was going out on hunts alone, drinking from the wounded or dying animals, and that’s what he’d always do for there on out.

Stressing over the safety of his group — his family, he called a group meeting out in the courtyard.

He under the shade on the stairs of the admin building, his heart beating rapidly almost out of his chest. Once everyone was there, he coughed, his voice shaking as he stood.

“..There’s more stuff to worry about now, guys. Something less than walkers though..”