Only Partially Found
Who: Marcus and Coop What: Marcus arrives Where: (Not sure) When: Early Morning Rating: TBD
Marcus never slept particularly well in prison. It was lights out at 10pm and the wake up call came at 6am. 8 hours of sleep, oh so doctor recommended. Just like those three squares a day, chock full of tasteless crap but nutritionally balanced. Everything in this place was designed to sustain you, but without the joy of living. It was punishment, after all. So the feeling of discomfort in his back upon waking wasn't extraordinary to Marcus, but the level of fresh air entering his lungs certainly tipped him off that something was different this morning. When he opened his bleary eyes and found sky, he was so surprised that he didn't even notice how different it was from the one back home. Sitting up with a start, he looked down at himself, still covered with that skanky blanket and still wearing the bright orange jumpsuit in which he'd fallen asleep. His heart jumped hard up into his throat when his head spun from side to side realizing that he couldn't see any fences or bars. It made him feel exposed. After so long in confinement, thrusting someone out into an open space did things to their head.
He grunted, throwing his head down into his hands, heels of his palms pressing against his eyeballs. Rubbing them did not make this go away and he realized he was outside in some kind of thicket. He'd fallen asleep in his cell like every night and now he was presumably free. This was impossible. Reaching his hands down to clutch at the ground on which he was sitting, Marcus dug his fingers in hard to the dirt, fingernails piercing through the roots of the foliage around him. Ground, plants, sky, open air. A choking cry rose from inside of him and came out as a laugh coated in confusion. If something had happened to the prison last night, he wasn't going to risk going back. Turning over onto his knees he started digging and digging, shoveling away dirt with his hands before removing the telltale jumpsuit and wadding it into the earth, covering it up. The blanket he left, lying crumpled on the ground as he started to walk, barefoot. If he came to a road or to some help, perhaps they would believe he'd been robbed. So focused on all of that, he didn't realize that all of the plants he was passing were peculiar.
At least an hour later, by his best estimation, Marcus had found no one or nothing that indicated signs of human life. He must have been deep in the woods, or walking the wrong direction or--he was getting more and more confused as his plight started to sink in. Free, but freed into what? Was this some kind of sick experiment? His feet were tore up and he stopped to rest, bending over, leaning hard against his own knees. "What the fuck is going on," he said to himself voice carrying loudly, fueled by his frustration.