Markiplier x Reader | The Promised Land

Chapter 4: We'll Be Watching Out For You

Author's Note: I hope you are all enjoying the story so far! I'm completely new to this whole fanfiction thing but I hope it's going okay! I promise you'll see Mark soon ;) Just be patient!
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"You're heading for Central LA... aren't you?"

You nodded to Sean silently. He was walking beside you down the road. You had already walked a few miles, learning various things about him, despite not sharing too much with him yourself. You admitted your name was not Spice, but indeed [Y/n]. You also told him you were from a small town further north along the coast, but not its name, and that you traveled for quite some time before hearing about "paradise" in LA. You found out Sean had been visiting from the United Kingdoms to visit a childhood friend when everything happened. He was practically stuck there, but he didn't seem to mind other than the fact he missed his family. However, this allowed him to meet his girlfriend.

As you both approached Sulphur Springs, Sean suddenly stopped. You stopped too, turning back to look at him. You saw a sign that read "Valencia, 2.5 miles."

"What's wrong?" you asked. You felt [P/n] sit down on your left foot, waiting to go again. Her paws were really cracked, but you hoped she would last long enough.

"I'm just concerned. For you, and your pet." Sean said simply, squatting down to look at [P/n], "And it would be wise to avoid Central LA for the time being."

Well, that came out of the blue. "Why would I avoid the very place I want to go?" you asked, with the tiniest hint of irritation in your voice.

"There's a... clan that calls themselves 'The Skull Breakers' that reside there now. They took over ever since-" he broke off and added a bit angrily, "Well, they may call themselves a 'clan' but they are merely just a bunch of cruel thugs..."

"Ever since what?" you asked in a monotonous voice. He may not have been the prying type, but you sure were.

Sean merely shook his head and adjusted his jacket. After a moment, he said, "They are bloodthirsty, cruel, and relentless. If they even get an inkling you're heading their direction, they'll add you to their hitlist. And that... it would be the end of you. A slow, painful one at that. No one messes with them... not anymore."

"Look, I appreciate your concern 'Mister Mysterio,' but I can handle a bunch of 'thugs' as you quote them to be. I've dealt with plenty of them-"

"At your age?" Sean interrupted, "You're awfully young to be wondering out here alone honestly. I could send someone to come with you if you want-"

"That... won't be necessary thank you." you said, squatting down with him, "Now, how do I get to Central LA?"

A pained expression crossed Sean's face, and he hesitated.

"If you won't tell me I'll just find my own way... Sean..." you asked, tilting your head to get a better look at his face.

His blue eyes looked straight into yours and he sighed, looking away, "Fine." He stood up and looked up at the signs. "Valencia is about a two and a half mile walk from here, the time it will take varies on how fast you walk obviously."

He paused for a moment, still hesitant in his explanation. He pointed further down the freeway. "Currently, we are just outside Sulphur Springs, and if you continue on Route 5, and get past Castaic Junction, which should take no more than an hour, Valencia will come into view. By that time, if you timed it correctly, it will be close to noon. Here."

Sean handed you a small, brown paper bag. You opened it to see a sandwich, wrapped in paper, a bag of chips, and a freshly baked cookie. You couldn't help but smile.

Sean continued for a little while, explaining various locations and landmarks to look out for, such as San Fernando, and to keep to Route 5 to prevent confusion. Not to mention it was the faster route to get to the heart of LA.

Through all of this, you wrote everything down as quickly as you could in your journal. Once he finished with an unsatisfactory sigh, you thanked him, closed your journal, and shoved it back in your backpack.

"It's going to be a long walk but... I believe you'll make it. If not any further..." Sean tried to smile, but it faltered and he just looked away again.

"You feel as if you're sending me to my death." you remarked. Sean merely nodded and turned to walk back home. He stopped and looked over his shoulder and added, "Just know that we will always be watching out for you."

After that, he began to jog back home. Rushed much? Or just missing his girlfriend...?

What a strange thing to say, you thought, and who is "we?"

You decided to shrug it off. You had more important things to focus on.

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To be fair, it wasn't until you got to a place called "Atwater," merely 6 miles away from Central LA did things get really exciting. Before then, you had run into absolutely nothing which struck you as odd. Here was when you met your first group of people, and they were mean. Not just mean, but cruel.

You were still walking down Route 5, when you heard gunfire close by. Your first instinct was to duck down behind the various dead cars around you. You pulled out your pistol from your belt, and [P/n] stuck close to you to await your commands. You told her to wait by holding up a hand, and began to scan around.

You nearly jumped out of your boots when you heard a loud, booming voice from behind, "Well well! What a nice looking person you are!"

You stood up and swerved around quickly, pointing your gun at them, only realizing they had theirs on you first... shit.

"Hey fellas!" the man yelled obnoxiously loudly, "Looks like we got ourselves a fucking trespasser yeah? Heading to Central LA... aren't cha!"

He cocked his gun and you instinctively turned and ran. Bad idea, because you heard a gunshot, and shortly after a stabbing, burning force in your left shoulder that caused you to stumble. Blood was already starting to stain your jacket.

You gasped as you tripped over a bump in the road, barely managing to keep your balance after flailing your arms about for a moment. You could hear them running after you, and you called out to [P/n].

"[P/n]! F-FOLLOW!" you grunted, leaping over cars and trying to prevent yourself from screaming any more than that. Your shoulder hurt so bad it could barely move. As shock started to wear off, the pain only became more severe.

You could hear the guy calling from behind you, "Woo! Looks like we got ourselves a fiery one! This is gonna be fun! THE CHASE IS ON!"

Upon turning down one of the roads, you got out of view from the people chasing for a moment, you looked for a place to hide.

Without thinking, you sprinted into the nearest building, crashed over the counter and tore off your jacket and laid as still as you could, willing your heart to stop beating so fast and loudly. You watched as your shoulder slowly bled more and more, staining your old T-shirt. The best part was, you had no idea how to make a bandage... what a swell idea this was. You felt your head grow light and your body grow heavier, and you were out.