Marcus winced at his instruction; he felt like he was being chastised by a man half his age. he wasn’t one of his subordinates, and wasn’t about to substitute for his lost unit.  Though he did recognise the sense in it, though that was mostly because there was only the contents of this flask left and with no idea how long it would be till he was able to replenish his stock, he would have to sip from it sparingly; without saying anything he secured the top and slipped it back into his jeans.<br/><br/>He watched the dead almost to the point of hypnotism as they surrounded his ‘copter; It hadn’t been that long since he had left it; could they smell that he had been there?  He had so many questions and so few answers and had learned a while ago not to dwell on the ‘what ifs’<br/><br/>Marcus pulled his gaze away from the shambolic gathering that banged against the panels of his ride and started to scan the immediate area; his eyes narrowed against the vista of the decaying town, he hadn’t the advantage of binoculars and was having to rely on his, admittedly, bleary eyesight.  His gaze was draw towards the wreckage at the intersection; the plume of smoke rising high into the air.<br/><br/>It was whilst he was staring towards it that he caught sight of movement from the periphery of his vision; he was sure of it, some movement at the side of the building, it was only the briefest flash of a figure and he wasn’t even sure that was what it was.  He trained his eyes for the longest time against the corner of the building but saw nothing else and with that he continued his sweeping scan of the immediate vicinity, his eyes flitting from one piece or urban detritus to another, searching out for any possible movement<br/><br/>It was a few moments later when caught sight of a figure run across the street up ahead, weaving through the urban decay and heading towards the HomeDepot before disappearing from sight once more.  She looked like she was carrying a military issue weapon.  Marcus kept his eyeline fixed on the point she had disappeared  as he spoke; trying to keep his voice soft and unheard against the background of dead hands banging against the shell of his chopper.  “Hey Jake.  I thought you said all your unit was gone …Is she one of yours?”