Kenny seemed dead set on fixing this boat or at least finding a new one. So after rolling his eyes and spotting the pair of binoculars the man was talking about, Mark walked towards the object and peered into the spots for his eyes. Pitch black darkness met his gaze. "Of course, it can't be that easy, can it? Was a lot easier to sneak money into a hat or something back at the base.." He mumbled to himself, realizing he probably needed a quarter or something to get them working. He attempted to bash the device with his rifle to maybe get it working, but after taking another look it proved fruitless.

"Well, damn. Guess I'll have to find a coin- W-what the?" Mark stopped talking to himself mid sentence, walking away from the binoculars to find a wall covering the street, closing off the other half. Walkers of different shapes, sizes and even ages were speared on display, groaning and festering at a chance of a good meal. Mark almost puked after witnessing the carcasses mindlessly struggling about. "Who the fuck would do this..? People are sick." He slowly backed away from the sight before shaking his head, turning around to look for some money.

A snack shop was nearby alongside a bunch of apartments with weird symbols on them. Symbols that were weird but also.. Familiar? "Wait, I can read this.." Mark inspected the door, which coincidentally had no knob. In fact, none of them did. "Crawford.. And then there are coordinates to an address. Huh.." His eyes wandered to a cash register near a snack shop, so Mark walked towards the register and smirked. "Jackpot."

Upon opening the box, he was met with a depressing bag of stale chips. He picked it up nonetheless and shut the register before walking toward the end of the street. With no quarters in sight, Mark resorted to tapping a newspaper machine. Success! A quarter fell out right onto the pavement. "Thank goodness. Maybe now we'll find something." He picked it up before going back to the binoculars. Duck and Kenny continued to look at the boat, trying to fix the lost cause that was the final boat.

Mark put the quarter inside of the slot and was happy to see the skyscrapers across the ocean. He was about to take another look when Kenny walked up next to him. "Goddamnit!" The fisherman spat, causing his son to look toward the ground.

"What? Was your pipe dream just that?" Woah, that was unexpected out of Mark. He must be getting frustrated.

"Keep talking, fucker. You think this has been easy?! It hasn't! I lost my fucking wife today and you have the gull, the balls to play games with me?! Watch your tongue!" Kenny was shouting at this point, causing walkers to groan from their impaled wall prison.

"D..Dad? What is that?" Duck mumbled out, stepping back slightly, his new pistol snug in his back pocket. Kenny looked horrified instead of angry now.

"What the hell is that!?" Kenny asked the glasses wearing man, his tone quieter than before.

"Anger..? Hate? Torture." Mark sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. After a few seconds of silence, he looked up at Kenny. "I'm sorry. Go ahead and sit down."

"Duck, sit with me. We need to talk." The mustachioed man sat down on a bench nearby, his son slowly and hesitantly following behind. Mark peeked around the waters with the binoculars, finding nothing but abandoned cities and destroyed boats. Something, or someone did catch his eye on the other hand. A figure in a red hoodie was climbing the rooftops.

"Holy shit, Kenny, Duck get down!" He whispered, immediately ducking down behind the bench while keeping an eye on the figure.

"What? What's going on?" Kenny asked quietly, taking his pistol out. Mark took out his rifle and Duck took out his own gun, making Mark a little nervous. He gave the kid a look but sighed when Duck didn't get it.

"There's someone up there, could be our bell ringer. They're coming down." Mark pointed at the stranger, to which Kenny became angry once again. Angry and maybe happy?

"Perfect, when we see an opening, you run up behind him and beat the shit out of him, I'll cover your flank. Duck, you stay here and cover both of us." Kenny explained, watching as the stranger landed on the street and began inspecting the area.

"Got it. I'm ready." Duck replied eagerly. Mark wasn't sure of how to feel, especially with Duck here. Plus, his pacifist nature was telling him not to attack.

Choices:

A: Perfect, let's go.

B: No, bad plan. Let's just talk to him.

C: Sure, but let's not involve Duck.

Relationships:

Kenny is happy Mark listened to him. 5/10

Duck is happy Mark listened to his dad. 8/10

Lee has got to be around here by now, right? 10/10

Carley is currently Mark's closest ally. 10/10

Ben is one of Mark's closest friends. 10/10

Travis also respects Mark quite a lot. 8/10

Mark hopes Chuck returns soon, he wanted to get to know him more. 5/10

Clementine and Mark aren't too close. 7/10

Omid and Christa seem friendly with Mark. 7/10

The stranger seems dangerous, maybe we have him cornered? 2/10

((Question of the chapter, what villains would you like to see changed, and how should I change them? This includes Carver, The Stranger, Oberson, Troy, Arvo, Tavia, Nate, Roman, Joan, Clint, Max, Badger, Lilly, Larry, Minnie etc etc.))