Marcus saw Lori staring at him through his peripheral vision. She'd been staring at him for the last twelve minutes, actually, she'd been staring at him ever since he tagged along with Amy to the creek. They sat there on the edge of the creek now, him and Amy laughing and talking, while Lori and Donna just gaped. He had to admit, he wasn't very fond of the attention. Amy must've seen him glance over her shoulder, and she looked towards the others. Lori and Donna were whispering together, but stopped and looked down embarrassed. "What are they gossiping about?" Amy looked at him for a second, then grinned broadly. "Probably trying to say we're getting together or something. Donna tried telling everyone that Dale was having a relationship with me and Andrea." She giggled, a embarrassed blush creeping into her cheeks. Marcus chuckled at the notion. "No offense, but I don't think Dales plumbing is up to the task of two beautiful young women." He laughed a little harder, and nearly dropped the shirt he'd been washing. He lunged to grab it, and fell into the creek. Amy stared at him for a second, sitting in the creek with a soaked shirt on his head, and burst out laughing. She fell backwards in her laughing fit, Lori and Donna walking by to see what the commotion was about. The two started laughing as well, Lori pulling a towel out of the basket she held. "You might want to put this on and give us those wet clothes." Her and Donna turned away, Lori grabbing Amy by the shoulder and turning her around. Marcus stripped as quickly as he could, rapping the towel around his waist as quickly as he could. "You girls can turn around now." Lori grabbed his clothes out of his hands, smiling at him. "Let's get back up to the camp before you catch a cold." She grinned a little, taking in the sight. Both her and Amy marveled at the young mans appearance. Solid build, with six pack abs and solid pecks and broad shoulders. His arms were muscular and strong, and scarred! Lori and Amy gasped, and Donna just stared. His chest and arms were covered in scars. There was even one that stared at the middle of his chest and slashed up his neck, ending in a thin cut at his bottom lip.
Rick and Shane stared in silence at Marcus as he got dressed. They'd managed to give him a pair of Shane's cargo pants and a belt, but a shirt was more difficult. If his body was more filled out he could wear one of Ricks shirts without it causing him problems when he tried to move. And personally, Rick didn't want the poor boy going around and everyone in camp asking what had happened for him to have all those scars. He leaned against the counter in the RV, Dale and Shane taking a seat at the table. "Marcus. I hope you don't mind me asking, but what happened to you out there for you to end up with...all those." He pointed at Marcus chest, the most heavily scared area. Marcus halted as he grabbed for the shirt they'd brought him. "Rick, I've heard you've been arguing with Shane about moving camp. And before you do, there's something you need to know." Shane glared at him fuming, and Rick exchanged glances with Dale. "Marcus, what's out there that we need to worry about besides Walkers?" Marcus sighed and sat on the edge of the counter. "Who's out there, you already know that. Survivors, and they're more dangerous than walking corpses."