Jason had asked Mark if he'd taken watch over the night, he looked around and noticed that the older man was still asleep. Mark turned his attention back to Jason and nodded, "Yeah, I did. The walkers had slowly stopped banging on the windows, it was uneventful." 
Mark was hungry, he always felt hungry, he always suppressed it, but he has been supressing it since the gas station. To his surprise a generous hand extended before him with some food, it was Rachel. He gently took it from her and started eating, keeping his cool about but still eating shameless to show his appetite. 

The sun had rose and it was daylight, after his need of hunger was finally met, his thoughts raced back to his wife. He could no longer waste time anymore, he had to go look for her at her relative's place. She must have had trouble back in Denver, and the only other way to run into was her relative's. He hoped that's what happened. He took one final look around and then suggested, "This place doesn't look so good, we will need to move out. Plus I will need to part away and find a missing significant person to me. We could try jumping down, I will check the front door if there is enough clearance for us to pass through. The walkers should be away by now, looking for other sources of food." 

He readied his wrench and waited for them to decide.