Marshall had decided to take a nap. A few hours later, he woke up and looked around the tent - realising what a state it was in. If he was going to have someone, or some people coming in to share the tent while the Military sort this shit out he'd need to make it look approachable from the inside at least. He started thinking about it a bit more. Would it be children or adults? Elderly perhaps? Hell, he could've been paired up with a dog for all he knew, but still he didn't want to live in a shit hole. He put all the clothes lying around into his backpack - socks, pants etc. A few empty food cans and water bottles. He scooped them up - 1 can of beans, 1 of tomatoes, and 3 empty bottles. He left the tent and walked to the closest trash can - which had overflowed. He walked to the next and people had started just putting the trash next to the trash can because it was so full. He did the same, but decided to keep one water bottle and fill it up.

Marshall walked up to one of the Military soldiers, "Excuse me sir?" He asked politely. "What?" The soldier replied bluntly. "Where can I fill up my water bottle?" Marshall asked. "Do you really think I've got time to worry about your fucking thirst issues? Go ask someone who isn't currently participating in keeping this camp under control." As the soldier said that, Marshall decided to give off on it, and went back to his tent. He got in, and brushed some of the dirt and what not to the side."Asshole."

Marshall pretty much finished clearing around the tent All of a sudden, a few gunshots were fired by the Military, Marshall jumped out his seat before realising what they were firing at ofcourse - the undead. Suddenly, Marshall hears the tent unzipping. Moments later he sees two familiar faces - old friends, Katelyn and Sophia. He sighed with relief and hugged Katelyn back. "Oh my god!" Marshall said happily as a tear nearly appeared in his eye. "I can't believe this!" He stated. After all this time, Marshall finally had a smile on his face. Every time Marshall looked at Sophia, he got a bit upset. Obviously he was happy to see her, but every time he looked at her he saw his son's face due to her looking after him. Memories. "How have you been?" Sophia asked. "I've been... I'm - alive. I'm so relieved to see familiar faces, my god! How have you been guys? Did you get here all right?" Marshall asks. He unfolds two of the chairs and passes the to the sisters. Marshall sits on the floor opposite of them whilst he listens to their responses, simply happy to be with some people he actually knows.