The squeak of a wheel roused Marcus from his disillusioned daydreaming and he turned to watched Jake wheel the flatbed stack with wood towards the front of the shop; He nodded as he asked and lay his shotgun down on the cash desk.  “No problem, its looking pretty quiet out there at the moment.”<em>The calm before the storm…</em>Marcus mused.<br/><br/>He walked across to the pile of panels stacked on the trolley and started to give a hand in shifting them.  There was something that had been bothering him, something he wasn’t sure how to approach; But as always he decided that the best option was to be blunt … “Kristie.” he said simply as he pulled at plywood sheet and wrestled it to the floor; “She’s not looking too hot.” he winced, that didn’t come out as he expected; “What I mean is she doesn’t look fit …damn it, you know what I mean Jake.”  He duck walked the sheet top the wall at the front and leaned it against it. “I don’t know what she has been on but whatever it was I figure it was strong and that she’s running out of it.”  he turned and walked back to the flatbed.<br/><br/>“You know, sooner or later we are going to have to hit the hospital pharmacy too for supplies and loot what’s of use.” the thought though logical sat uneasily with him as his imagination had convinced him that the facility would be teeming with the undead.  “Sure she’s double tough and all being a Marine and all.” he grinned; “But she is only human; whether she admits it or not and if her heads clouded with pain and shes messing with explosives …well.  Maybe I’m worrying over nothing but…” he trailed off, likely he hadn’t voiced anything that hadn’t been mulled over by others.<br/><br/>With a grunt he slid another of the panels from the flatbed and bought it across to lean against the growing stack against the wall; gingerly extracting his fingers from between them.