"Well howdy there, Mark." Andy greeted, walking up to him. "How ya feelin'?"
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Mark, what's it like not having legs?
Anonymous

It’s just about what you’d expect it to be like.

thisshouldntbehappening replied to your post “(Yooooo Mark, welcome back! It’s been a long time.”

(Hey, just take it slow. I’m sure you’ll get back into the swing of things before you know it!

(( Heheh, I’m hoping so! qwq it’s been so long fhdjfsd ))

(Yooooo Mark, welcome back! It's been a long time.
thisshouldntbehappening

(( Danke, friend! It has been, hasn’t it? So much has changed, I don’t even know where to begin haha ;w; ))

REBLOG IF YOU LOVE YOUR FOLLOWERS, EVEN IF THEY NEVER TALK TO YOU

fanylovespink:

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I can't believe I found a Mark blog. I'm so happy. Thank
Anonymous

Yes, it is I, love meee

crackinthewhip:

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A strange feeling overcame Troy; his stomach dropped and a smiled made its way onto his face, making him wonder just what the fuck was going on. Was this… relief? He hadn’t felt it in a long while, so he couldn’t tell - but some part of him was happy that he ran into Mark again. The guy was a reminder that Troy’s past did exist, and that he did have something once. Nothing else was left from days past, and seeing a remnant alive and standing was… incredible.

"Shit… shit, man! It really is you. Good t’see ya alive!” And he meant it. It was nice to see Mark in one piece, at least, and not walking around as a lurker.

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          Now this was a huge relief. Lately, Mark had experienced waves of exasperation due to belligerent reunions with less-than-favorable scumbags, but fate had dealt him a kind hand this time around. A familiar face which summoned memories of a better time- a time of contentment. However, the mechanic could not afford to lose himself to nostalgia no matter how bad he would have liked to reminisce on simpler, friendlier times. He remained on high alert, keeping his posture loose enough to the point where he could easily retrieve his weapon if need be. Still, he offered a friendly smile in return and basked in whatever freshness this encounter had to offer. It could be the only one for a good long while, after all.

          Well I’ll be damned, it’s good to see you too, man! I haven’t seen a friendly face in ages.

i-dont-want-to-shoot:

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     ” ………… ”
          ” Пожалуйста, уходи.
This was his car and he wasn’t going to let
anyone steal it.

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          It was only a kid, one whom obviously was not from anywhere around here. He could have used that as an advantage, however due to the fact that the barrel of a gun had been pointed into his general direction Mark was not about to test the foreigner’s ability to keep a steady aim. Nor was he looking forward to finding out how many walkers were in the area that would follow the sound of gunfire. Instead, he did the smart thing. With his hands up in the air in front of him, the amputee took a cautious step back.

          Take it easy. See? I’m going to back away, and then be on my way. There’s no need to waste the bullets.

i-dont-want-to-shoot:

thefadedmartyr started following you

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          EEEasy there, buddy, I mean no harm.

crackinthewhip:

thefadedmartyr

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Surprise etched its way into Troy’s face as he laid eyes on the man, a flurry of memories from his failed few weeks at the air force training scurrying through his mind like mice.

"…Mark? Shit, that really you?"

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          He froze, falling into a temporary state of stupor induced by none other than buried memories of the past resurfacing at such velocity that it hindered the movements of his limbs. That voice… he’s heard it before, but not for a long time; but from where? Seconds were taken to fully assess the encounter, including but not limited to observing the way the opposing man stood and what kind of weapon he possessed. However, what caught Mark’s attention most was the stranger’s face. It summoned a sense of familiarity, which the mechanic could not quite justify; that was, until he was addressed by name.

          A silver bell chimed a faint tune.

          …Troy?