As he left through the doorway, Marshall smirked, and chuckled inside at how Maria said she would be leader if no one else wanted it. He left the room with a smile on his face because of that. Walking upstairs, again, he just thought of his son - and how his son would feel if he saw him kill that man. Thinking of his son set off a mental chain reaction forcing Marshall to think of his ex-wife, Amy. 

He entered one of the rooms facing out the front yard on to the street, opened the window - sat on the window sill and dangled his legs out of the window. He thought of Amy... If she was still around how would she look at Marshall? [i]Would she understand...[i] He thought to himself. "Oh Amy - -" Marshall said, brushing his hair back, he looked around the room. A bed frame with no mattress, wardrobe, TV, drawers etc. "Oh Amy I miss you honey. I really - really love you." Marshall said as a tear fell out of his eye. "I just... I just wish you were here Amy - I need you." He stated, talking to himself. A tear fell out his eye - setting him off. [i]"No.[/i] This is no time to be fucking weak. Man the fuck up Marshall." He said to himself, wiping his eye. His ocean blue eyes looked out the window on to the street. Walkers here and there, some walking around and some staying in the same position. The street looks pretty normal. A bit of litter around, cars parked here and there etc. He leaned to the side - leaning on the window frame. He went in his pocket and brought out a picture of Noah and Amy. "I miss you so much Amy." He said, staring out the window - viewing hell on Earth, holding Amy and Noah in his hands. He still doesn't feel like telling anyone he has family - only Sophia knows.