There's a slew of words, most of them swears, as he trashes the room. There wasn't a whole lot to throw around so he tosses what there is to toss in record time before rounding on Grayson. Ready and willing to have a go at him, if only because he's there. Sometimes it feels good to shove someone smaller around; to remind himself there's always someone weaker than himself when he's scared.

Like all bullies, Marky is a coward at heart. Or had been. The end of the world had changed everyone.

When he looks at Grayson, already scared and upset, it's like he's been slapped upside the head. He doesn't need to do anything to make himself feel bigger. He is bigger. There's only the two of them now, and of the two he's the strong one. Grayson has his smarts, but Marky has his fists and his heft and they'll need both if they want to make it through.

His hands, which he hadn't even noticed were raised, drop uselessly back to his sides.

"Eh- I'm just mad 'cuz I'm confused. What're we gonna do?" His eyes are beginning to tear up again, but he's trying to wear a brave face even as his thick lower lip trembles.

"If we's here and the rest somewhere else, they're prolly just as confused as us. We gotta find 'em, ain't no good split apart... But if we don't even know where here's at, where do we start?" Critical thinking wasn't Marky's strong suit, but he was giving it a solid effort for Grayson's benefit.