Snippet #1992235

Marquel watched the world passing by through the window, a stray thought about what he said in his mind. Yes the were away and free for now but how long would it be until they would have to relocate? Every time they settle somewhere a hunter, vigilante or bully of some kind would show to disrupt everything. The way the seemed to find them every time was uncanny, almost like magic in and of itself. He hated the curse in a way but he also hated those that who would sacrifice the freedom of another for their pitiful fear. Sam's voice brought him looking around from his sentry duties. He shook his head to ease her worries, there was no sign of concern or pain on his features.
"My shoulder is okay. The wound is a graze so I will recover without London's skills." He would ask London for assistance when she had awoken, it would be better to have him fully capable for all their sakes. Neither did Marquel want to be the weak link in their group. The worst fear was an infection, so a disinfectant would be needed and a healthy body. Which meant food. "Where are we going then?" Marquel asked, thinking of the small piece of paper that Artemis handed to her. There was something a little recognizable about the land around them, although there wasn't much about one strip of tarmac that separated it from another. "We'll need food and possibly restock on our first aid supplies first, while we have the money." He was thinking about the money they he had taken from the previous owner of the car and delivered to Samantha not long before they left. They had been struggling with food earlier for lack of money and the precautionary supply of bandages and medicine they had was dwindling, specially as they had to care for Luke.

His thoughts turned back to Luke and London, in a way they couldn't care for themselves, burdening the whole group. For now it was acceptable, Luke at last was conscious so may be able to contribute something. London had been around for a long time and had proved her worth several times. She wouldn't be left behind unless it would cost the life of another of their small ensemble and not only because of her ability. Luke, regardless of his ability, Marquel didn't feel so strongly about. If the boy proved to be a struggle to care for there the Reverend would support at least removing him gently. Still, no one should be left alone in such a world. Marquel hope that Sam could help him, as she did with the rest of them, quickly. On that thought, the Hale boy reconsidered his decision to not learn the magic she offered. He now had a greater role in keeping all of them alive. Maybe additional tools, as doubtful as they were, would be needed.