Boundary stepped out of the 4x4 and walked through the courtyard towards the foretress. It was more wide than it was tall though because of the fact it was one of the last human refuges, it was pretty tall in comparison. He passed by Tyler and a group of men as he entered. He had heard stuff about them doing reconnaisance but then again he was a civilian draftee... he was never told that much, people from the civilian reserve never were. The civilian reserve referred to civilians that were either found by the military, or wandered to this place as Marcus did. The military did not hesitate in drafting these people straight into the war, seeing as the dwindling human population also caused a shortage of militarymen. The people in question had no say in the matter, then again Marcus didn't care, not after what happened. He pocketed his picture of Christy in his wallet and put it in his pocket.<br/><br/>If he was in official military he would have a rank and everything, he predicted that he would actually have high standing, even though his standing here was high as it was right now, even to some of the military higher ups.<br/><br/>Marcus pressed a button on an elevator once he got inside that took him to Military Barracks-C02, the second floor of quarters for the soldiers' civilian reserves. He walked down the hall, passing by a few such "citizen soldiers" on his way to his room, labeled MARCUS ANDERS, CIVILIAN RESERVE 1ST CLASS.<br/><br/>Soldiers that are part of the civilian reserve were ranked not by military ranks, but class, Class One being the highest, and Class Five being the lowest. Marcus had worked hard to get to Class One, but then again it was just a rank, it didn't actually mean anything to him. That and the fact that a Civilian Ranking didn't guarantee you respect from the "Actual" military. You had to shed blood and sweat to get that, and Marcus had done plenty of that. He opened the door and sat down on his bed, another picture of Christy next to it.<br/><br/>Marcus had days when he could look at that picture, and days when he just couldn't bear to. He did not like to remember her screams when the vampire cut her throat and left her to die. They had been out camping, it was supposed to be time for him to bond with his daughter... he loved her with all his heart and those monsters tore her away from him. He had to watch her slowly bleed to death after the medics told him she was too far gone.<br/><br/>He placed the picture face down so he didn't have to look at it, it was just one of those days.<br/><br/>He laid in bed for a long time, hearing his clock chime four times, signifying it was four in the morning before the intercom called out his name.<br/><br/>"MARCUS ANDERS," it said in a booming autonomous voice, "REPORT TO THE COURTYARD."<br/><br/>Marcus did not feel like leaving his bed, preferring to punish himself with his own memories, but the guys up top tell you to report, you report. He got up and strapped his armor back on, clicking his M4 onto a holster on his backside and placing his Desert Eagle in one on his waist. He also holstered a 9mm on his other hip. It did not hurt to have more guns.<br/><br/>He walked to the elevator and looked at the buttons, pressing "G".