Marshall followed Sophia into the store - he also notices the movement, forcing his hand to draw his revolver, aiming it in front of him. A woman that he doesn't recall from the camp - but undoubtedly was one of them, appears in front of the two survivors. She looted most of the good stuff, she then walked by us and sat in the back of our car. "The hell, we don't know this girl, well, not really? Can't just allow her to... Never mind I trust you on this one." He states, holstering his revolver as he begins to head to the car and sits shotgun.

Driving to the house they stay in, Marshall gets a bit bored, even though it's not that long of a drive. He plays around with the radio thing in the car, suddenly, whilst flicking through the channels and networks, he hears a voice, but moved on to the next one fast. So he goes back to the channel, and listens closely. 

"[i]Approaching the third week of ######## # ## # ### # we're able to inform you that over ha-#### # # ##### ## ## wiped out. Unknown, as to what caused the dead to ##### # ## ##### ####### ## ##### human flesh. It seems most other of the radio stations have fallen, very few broadcasting. Luckily we are still able to get word out. This is life, from Los Angeles. We hope you're safe, have food and water. Keep all doors and windows locked, curtains closed. The military and government are working their way helping all. Do not leave ### ############ # # ##### ## ## ###### ##### safe ### ### # I ####### #### #### ### military. All will be resolved. We cannot broadcast 24/7. We will still broadcast for as long as the infected do not ## ## ####### ## ##### ##### long as possible. Every few days at the minimum. Times unknown. #### #### broadcast when we can. The increasing death toll continues to rise. Don't approach any infected. It is known that if you are bitte### ## ######### ##### ####### do not need to ###### ######## you will bec-### #####. Stay safe. I'm being told to get off the air. We will broadcast again when possible. God bless Amer-###.[/i]"

"Shit... There still are people out there doing that kinda shit? Hell, would've thought there'd be none broadcasting..." Marshall states, as the house comes in to view. "All right lets go see if everyone's okay." He says, getting out of the car and approaching the house. Marshall debates on whether to tell everyone he murdered someone, though he has decided he will, he's going to wait until everyone is settled in first again now that they are back.

Walking in the front door, Marshall sees the young girl, then Luke appears, walking out of the room. Delighted to see him - and happy he's okay. "Good to see ya' buddy. All is... Well. Everything been cool here?" He asks Luke, curious to the well being of the group. Shortly after, Marshall enters the garage and sits on the floor, happy to be back here where he should be. He'll wait a little bit longer until everyone is comfortable and shit before he tells them. "Oh, by the way guys, There should be just enough mattresses for everyone. It's almost time to catch some shut eye. I'm gonna sit upstairs and watch out the window. I don't think it's necessarily necessary to keep watch but hell - I'm not sleeping tonight anyway." Marshall says, with an awkward smile on his face. He stretches out his arms, and opens a bar of chocolate, feeding his hunger.