Marcus continued his way across the car park, he was conscious of the fact that he was so completely exposed and was wary of the slightest movement.  The car park felt like a snapshot; frozen in time at the moment the disaster struck.  A good number of the cars were still parked between the white dividers, giving the impression that a large number of people never even made it to their car …some had, but had not made it too far by the looks of it.  He passed one car; its front end concertinaed as it had ploughed into another parked car, the drivers door open and the stained red with blood that had dried in the sunlight.<br/><br/>The place smelled bad, real bad and he tried to stop himself from gagging.  Only then did he catch sight of the body on the ground towards the back of the vehicle; lying face up, her opaque eyes turned towards the sky.  He caught sight of the deep bloodied wound in her neck, an obvious bite mark and having torn indiscriminately through flesh and muscle alike; there was the briefest moment of panic that she could rise again, but then he noted the distinctive bullet wound in her forehead and felt some small relief.<br/><br/>Marcus shuddered as he watched her for a moment; wondering at the horror of the last scene to burn itself into her mind in life, but just the sight of it bought back his own barely repressed memories.  Had it not been for his having the chopper to hand at the onset of the disaster, then it was all too likely that he would have ended up the same way.  He felt a shiver run through him as he recalled the fear in Trisha’s eyes as she raced towards him as he began to lift from the ground; her white suit stained crimson from the bites.  He had been unable to take his eyes from her as he rose away.  He watched as the cameraman fought valiantly and swinging his video camera like some medieval cudgel; but it didn’t take long for him to be overwhelmed …and even less time for her to disappear beneath the ravenous assault of the dead.<br/><br/>Knowing what he knew now, he realised that he was right to have left her, it was too late for her by that point, but he was fooling himself by pretending that his decision  was made through any sound judgement rather than fear for his own life.<br/><br/>His thoughts were still distracted when he caught a sudden movement from the corner of his eye behind a car a little way ahead, it was enough to kick start his instinct for survival and, even as he was trying to focus on the figure he had bought the shotgun from his shoulder and wavered it ahead of him as he tried to line up the barrel.  Fortunately rationality took hold as he watched the figure deliberately wave slowly and a small smile crossed his face.<br/><br/>Suddenly he started to feel a little less exposed.  He went to call out but stopped himself just in time; given his exposed position and the noise he had already made, he felt he had already pushed his luck.   Marcus lowered the shotgun to his side; hoping that his initial reaction would be understandable, then with his free hand he returned the gesture and started to jog across the car park towards the figure.<br/>