When the Judgment Day struck Marcus, he knew he would do anything to survive. As a nomad, he never stayed in one place for too long and he had no problems traveling around on his motorcycle to find food and supplies. It was the only thing that mattered for him. His bike, freedom, the road under the wheels… His old gang was gone and sometimes he misses those times.

Setting stuff on fire, explosions, that was always his kind of thing and the way he handled most problems. And when he looks into the mirror he always remembers of that one special day…

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