Marcus turned his eyes to Jake as he caught sight of him wander from out of the gloom of the store and listened to his report of the security of their refuge; for the most part it sounded reassuring but it did little to shake the taint of disquiet from him;<br/><br/>His mind flickered against the glimmer of memory of something he had seen but as quickly as he had bore witness to it, it had gone again, so he wasn’t all that sure what he had seen or if he had seen anything at all save for phantoms  “Nothing to report. At least nothing of note, ” Marcus gave him a friendly smile and a casual salute; it wasn’t meant in any disrespectful manner, far from it in fact as he had begun to feel more at ease in his company since the bonding session derived from being set upon by deadheads in the parking lot.<br/><br/>He pulled himself back to his feet and picked up his shotgun and took a look down one of the isles as it stretched to the back of the store; “So; home sweet home huh.  What’s the plan?” he turned and asked with a quirky grin, his mood seeming to lift when the thought that perhaps there might be a bottle or two of the hard stuff in a locked drawer of the managers office.