Charlie and Marcus walked through the empty streets of the town.

”we need…… weapons, defenses….. food, water….. I don’t think we need much more than that, do we?” Marcus listed.

”sounds about right to me.” Charlie grabbed a dead dandelion off of the ground. All the seeds were blown off from the breeze.

She looked up at Marcus, and saw that he was looking blankly into the distance.

”…you alright?” She asked.

“…..yeah. I’m good.” He didn’t look any better.

She contemplated asking, before saying,

”….y’know… you never told me about the scars.” She said, cautiously.

“…..” He didn’t say anything.

”did dad do all that..?” She asked.

”……not all of them.” He finally spoke.

“what do you mean?” Her blank face shifted to a concerned look.

”i…. I caused some of them.” He pulled his sleeve up, revealing his scar covered arm.

”a lot of these were from me…” he spoke barely above a whisper.

”why..??” Charlie couldn’t even imagine why he would do that himself.

”because I hate myself.” He looked down.

He pulled his sleeve back down, hiding all of the scars away.

They both walked in silence for what felt like ages.

”let’s not get caught up on the past. I haven’t done it in a long time.” He patted Charlie’s back, and a smile finally took the place of his flat expression.

”..Okay.” Charlie awkwardly smirked.

“Hey, look. There. That looks like a grocery store to me.” Marcus pointed at a building filled with items. They walked over to the large store, and walked in.

”holyyyy shiiiiiiit!” Charlie’s eyes widened as she saw the many items littered throughout the shelves.

”we got lucky, didn’t we, Charlie?” Marcus looked at all the signs above the aisles, searching for what they needed.

”where do we look first?!” Charlie got excited.

but suddenly, they heard what sounded like glass shattering.

”woah. Hey, Charlie. Stay close to me.” Marcus whispered.
they walked slowly between the aisles.

”you good, Charlie?” He whispered.

there was no answer.

”…Charlie?”