Marcus walked out of the house, still annoyed but not steaming. He looked up and down the streets while the girls were still inside. They were clear of most cars, save for the few that were either crashed or parked and abandoned on the side of the rode. The village was practically abandoned when they herd the city was doused in something toxic, so there were few zombies. The ones that were walking around were either stuck in houses, or quickly killed by the rebellion group.
Jenga gave Haven a slightly confused look at hearing the name 'Mac'. "Uhm... Okay? Come on, I'll help you into the truck and you can take a nap, you look exhausted," She said, going over and wrapping Havens arm around her shoulders. Leading her to the truck Jenga called out to Marcus, who looked lost in his own thought, "Can you get the door?" Marc obliged with a nod, helping Haven inside the back seat as well. "There's a bunch of junk on the seat, you can just shove that down onto the floor," He said over his shoulder as he rounded the truck to the drivers side. Once everyone was in Marc attempted to start the car. There was aloud wheezing sound coming from the engine, like there was a lose belt or something was stuck.
Marc instantly stopped turning the key, his eyes wide in surprise. "I don't get it, it's got a full tank," Marcus said, looking around the dashboard as if it held all the answers. "That wasn't the tank, it was the engine, something's not right," Jenga said, hopping out of the hood, mumbling something to Marcus like, "Pop the hood." She went around the front of the car, and pushed up the hood, propping it up with the built in prop stick. Marcus got out of the car as well, saying over his shoulder to Haven, "Stay here, please." Going over to the engine Marc started to mess around with some things. Jenga looked as well, tapping Marc on the shoulder. "Hey, shouldn't there be a part here?" She asked. There was a large hole on the side of the engine where some sort of devise use to be. Marcus's jaw dropped as he dropped to the ground and looked under the truck. "Did they-... Are you fucking kidding me?!" He growled out, obvious rage and irritation on his face. "They took out the fucking oil tank!" Jengas eyebrow raised. What she really wanted to ask was 'is that even possible?' but instead asked, "Why would they do that?" She bent down to look at Marcus, who was still laying under the truck, staring up at it in disbelief. "To stop me from leaving? I don't know, they probably knew I was gonna try and get away one day..."
Jenga frowned, jumping when she heard something in the bushes across the street. She looked over, seeing something move. Her eyebrow raised, and she knelt down, looking back to Marcus. "There's no zombies here, right?" She asked. Marc didn't even look at her as he answered. "Not many, and the ones that are still alive are stuck in houses," He was messing around with something on the bottom of the truck, but froze, looking over to Jenga, "Why?..." There was more shuffling, causing Jenga to look up. She wouldn't have seen it if there wasn't a flash of the scope from the sun. Her eyes went wide, and she instantly bolted out from the spot she was sitting. Not milliseconds later there was a loud bang, something flying into the trucks lower engine compartment, sparks flying all over the inside of engine, landing on Marc, who rolled from under the truck, quickly brushing them off. "There's a sniper!" Jenga said rushing around to the other side of the truck. There was another loud bang, a bullet landing only a foot to the left of Jenga.
She dove into her passenger door, grabbing her bag and staying low. She grabbed one of the four guns in her pack, as well as all the extra magazines she got. She handed one to Haven, growling under her breath, "Stay close to the truck, and don't you dare get hit." She gave one to Marcus as well, who was ducking in the drivers seat. She was about to say the same when Marc waved her off. "I know, be safe, don't get shot, what we need to do is sneak around the side and get the angle on him. He'll be focusing his fire on me, because I'm the traitor and the most capable of doing that. Jenga, can you do it?" Marc looked to Jenga, who nodded a bit. "It's not my first time running from someone with a gun. I should be able to do this." Marcus nodded and hopped out of the truck, running to the next closest cover. Jenga hurried to get out of the truck, shooting one more look at Haven. "Stay safe," She said before rushing out of the truck. Marc was right, there were focusing most of their attention on him, only shooting at Jenga as an after thought.