Marcus looked to his brother at the cue of Blue's suggestion that they wait. They'd probably be waiting a while, if that were the case. He knelt and looked up at her as he tied the laces to his hoots. "That's probably the best idea," he agreed, tucking the loose ends of his shoestring just inside the cuffs of his boots so that they wouldn't get in his way. The last thing he needed was to fall or get caught while he was trying to jump a fence or something.<br/><br/>Marcus led them out into the bitter cold, pushing open one of the barracks doors and doing his best not to let much of the frigid and dry air make its way inside to disturb his brother. He breathed in deeply in spite of how uncomfortable the chilled air felt on his throat. At least he was still breathing. Not everyone had that luxury these days. He turned his head side to side, hoping against hope for any obvious sign of the water source. A neon-lit billboard with the words 'Water comes from here' would've been a nice touch, but obviously the military suits that used to work here didn't think so. "I suppose there's a river or something that they're pulling directly from," he suggested, using his hand as a shield against the rising sun as he looked about. He couldn't remember seeing any bodies of water, but it was the most likely explanation since all of the water treatment facilities were down. "Or maybe they've got a drum to trap rainwater or something." It was also, equally as likely, but he also didn't see a big-ass water drum anywhere. He picked a direction and started walking for the fence line.