With the doors now barricaded as securely as they could get them with the means that were available, it cut a great deal of the natural light from the front of the store; light which had already begun to fade with the encroaching dusk.  He didn’t know if the failing light bought on a resurgence of activity from the dead or not; likely it made very little difference but his natural instincts gave way to his dread of the unseen within the shroud of darkness that would soon fall across the town.<br/><br/>Marcus’s gaze lay distracted for a moment as his gaze became transfixed against the glittering particles of dust that danced within a thin shard of light that pierced through a chink in the defences.  Shaking his head free of the distraction, he returned his attention to Jake; following his gaze towards the high shelves, at first glance they looked stable enough to be able to support them as an impromptu resting place.  One that he hoped wouldn’t become their<em>final</em>resting place.<br/><br/>He mused that, if the worst came to the worst; that to be barricaded in an office on the second floor with a single point of escape was less appealing than taking to the high shelves; as maybe, in the event of a breach; they could keep hidden from them and scrambling over head would perhaps give more options for escape.  Perhaps it was the pilot in him, but his thoughts fell alongside maintaining some height from any potential threat.  Marcus walked across to one of the bolted shelving units and gave it a cursory tug to see how secure it was; turning back to Jake he spoke; “Of the two, I think I would prefer this.  I don’t fancy hiding in a stationary cupboard and waiting for it all to blow over.”