http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&s=6 (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&s=6)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>abandoned house, Wellington<br/><strong>With:</strong>Desi<br/><br/><br/>Another cold morning was rising on the permanent hellscape that seems to have replaced what was once a nice town. It was only another sleepless night for Marcus, he couldn't let himself doze off anymore. The only way he got sleep was when he completely blacked out from exhaustion, even then he would only sleep a few hours. He sat outside of the old house they'd managed to spend a night in and watched as the sun rose, once finding the sunset a comfortable sight only now made him think of what could happen during the day.<br/><br/>It was a cold morning, some ice having formed over anything that was wet, including the morning dew that had drenched the grass, leaving it a shimmery white. Even in this type of world he often found himself sacrificing for those he was with, giving all of the blankets to his female companion. He kept his ears open to any noise that may come, having grown a small paranoia of intruders and the dead alike. He reached into his pocket, finding a flask he'd managed to swipe from someone he'd had to take down the other day, it was luckily filled with bourbon or whiskey, he couldn't tell. He took a swig from it, enjoying the warmth it gave him.<br/><br/>It had been a while since he'd had any  alcohol and it was definitely a nice change from water. While the sun continued to rise in the sky he stood up from where he'd been sat and stretched, his watch was over for now. He went into the house and decided he should wake up Desi so they could start looking for food.