<color=darkred> Cirque sat cross-legged on the floor of a tiny, disgusting cell, chuckling softly to himself. His wounds were deep, but not unbearable. He watched closely as his guards walked around, catching any conversations they might have. He waited and waited.
And waited.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the guards fell away, leaving Cirque to be watched by only the camera. He stretched and stood up. There was things to do, and a very limited time limit to do them in. The telltale three bubble popped up beside his head. Yawning, he selected 'escape'.
From his hand appeared a plastic packet filled with what appeared to be blue and white confetti. He ripped open the bag, and let the confetti wash over him. As the camera recorded, Cirque seemingly dissolved into nothingness in a matter of seconds.
When he resurfaced, he was on top of his trailer, in what was earlier that week part of his circus grounds. He gasped, taking in the scene. He had expected to see something similar to what had happened at the city; zombies and destruction. There was certainly destruction, and technically zombies, but it was where the zombies were located that baffled him. Fallen trees had been lain all over the site, with what looked to be corpses underneath. In the center, a giant redwood grew from the ground, and underneath it stood a blood stained, sobbing Marcus.
Cirque threw caution to the wind and lept from the trailer. He stumbled a bit, but he kept running towards the redwood. Marcus saw his employer and friend, and ran to meet him. When they were close enough, Randall's expression suddenly changed from joy to rage. He launched a punch at his blubbering employees face. Marcus fell down from the force, and managed to sputter out,
"S-sir?"
"What. Did. You. Do?" Replied Randall being as calm as he could.
"W-well, they were attacking, and I-I-"
"Where did you get the seeds?"
"I-I've always had them hidden away for emergencies.." Replied the baffled man.
"Then what about the time we were attacked during the performance in Toronto by those Evangelists?" Inquired Randall accusingly.
"Well, er, they were, uh, not available back then?" Said Marcus meekly.
"You rotten little-" Randall started. "You know what? I don't even care. Just get this place cleaned up." Without another word, Randall replaced his mask and grabbed a new package of confetti out of his pocket.
"Where are you going?" Now it was Marcus' turn to ask questions.
"I've got some information to collect. I may be back eventually..." Before Marcus could say a word in protest, Cirque was gone once more, back into his cell. Yawning, Cirque layed down on the concrete floor, his hands being his pillow. After a brief staring contest with the security camera, he fell asleep.