Marker was wandering around the grocery store, looking for at least one thing edible. The apocalypse has taken a toll on him, his friends, and seemingly everyone. He was searching aisle after aisle, tail swishing.

After what felt like hours, Marker found a few cans of spam and beans, and left, when he was met with you. Not knowing much about the danger in this apocalypse, and what strangers could do, he waved at you.

"Hey There!"