NinjaMouf

 Marcus was on his own now. Their were no messengers to tell him his next assignment; no one to report to; no one to hold him accountable. He had to rely on his own intuition. He was having a hard time adjusting to his new existence after severing his ties with heaven. Life on Earth without his Halo was something he was trying to get used to. Marcus was driving through west Texas. He pulled into a gas-station to tank up and grab something to eat. The eating thing was new to him. Learning to chew and swallow was a strange experience. The more he tried different things, the more he began to notice smell and taste and the influence it had o