The night time was Marty's favorite, the cool air, the debauchery, the evil things people did to one another. Most times he enjoyed being at the center of it but he couldn't claim any involvement in this particular scenario. Marty was always tempted to be near the medical tent to see any of the bloodshed himself but he stayed far away, feeling the presence of an angel guarding over everyone there. So he climbed up the Eli and found a spot high up where he could watch the people in pain with their injuries through a pair of expensive binoculars he swiped from a Sharper Image.
Lighting up a cigarette he watched as blood dripped from peoples limbs. And much like a mad man, Marty began to commentate to himself. "Bravo, Bravo. Now I definitely wish I were there to see that. Is that frostbite? In the middle of the bloody summer, that's rich." he chuckled to himself.
His gaze fell on something else, a worried looking redhead biting on her nails as she watched the wolf man get mended. He'd seen her around before, more specifically he'd seen her around the Reverend. A doe eyed look in her eyes every time he walked up to her. If he wanted to hit the demon where it hurt, she'd be the way in.