"Wrecking ball zombies?" Marcus raised his eyebrows. He vaguely recalled something about larger infected, but he hadn't really been paying much attention. The network wasn't exactly the most trustworthy source for gossip, and he preferred to wait until someone he actually knew had seen whatever shit people were talking about before he believed in it. Generally, that meant Helena had mentioned it. Though there were a couple of other people he trusted to at least not be full of shit... he just hadn't spoken to any of them lately. "New one on me, hombre. Good fucking luck with that shit."
No wonder people had been in a panic over the network. He considered asking if this man had actually seen one, and if the new mutation had a higher chance of getting into the prison, but those questions were getting dangerously close to worry. Marcus didn't want to be caught giving too much of a shit. He was ready to bolt if he needed to. That was enough. It also made him curious if this were Taisce's friend she'd been worried about. It hadn't taken any stroke of brilliance to pick up on the fact that she was worried after some guy. That could have been anyone, though. This guy was just around the right age for it. Wasn't so surprising that she hadn't been inclined to put out, if she had a hero type to pine over.
He snorted, downing the last finger of tequila in one long bolt. The intent hadn't been to sit here doing shots, but a new threat seemed to warrant the action. It wasn't like the bartender was going anywhere just yet. "Wasn't bored of the old shit, yet, personally. Love to know who's coming up with these new-and-improved fuckers."