rotslayer·:
breaths are heavy but not once does he show it. markus’ words are optimistic for once and he’s glad. dark hair stuck to a sweaty face are drawn away by gloved digits as he finally catches up to his friend. just then does he catch his breath , drinking a small sip of water before gaze falls forward to the small building. ❛ -- ’m fine now. ❜ he assured him. ❛ let’s keep going yeah ? ❜
❝ sure , yeah . ❞ he stays quiet , taking in every sound around them -- a habit that he adopted before the world went to shit . markus spent most of his time in the woods , just sitting and soaking it all in . isolation at its finest . he stops just before they reach the building , packing away whatever loose items he can and retrieving his bigger knife from his bag . ❝ you ready ? ❞














