Marshall continuously watched the Walkers do what they did. "Man." He says under his breath. He goes downstairs, about 3 AM and opens the garage where everyone is sleeping. He is silent though, no one could hear him open the door. Everyone looked peaceful. It was as if the apocalypse never happened - everyone was sleeping, and looked peaceful. Looking around at the mattresses Marshall thought about maybe getting some shut eye. Walking back up the stairs he was thinking about how everyone would be going to his house - a nice thought, had there been no end-of-the-world. He lied down on the hard floor, attempting to sleep. He didn't sleep. After about half an hour of no success he simply sat up again, sat on the windowsill and dangled his legs out the edge again. 

Marshall's thoughts flew from one end of the room to the other every minute. Amy, Noah, Luke, Katelyn and Sophia, the guy he shot. [i]Maybe the Government will be successful and clean this shit up... What is there without hope?[/i] He thought to himself. The sun rose - looking over the houses it reminded him of how things used to be. Having to wake up early to the sound of little Noah crying - watching the sun rise with his beautiful sun in his arms. If it was Noah that the man grabbed instead of Sophia, Marshall doesn't know if he would've shot him twice. He would've probably emptied the whole 6 bullets in him. Marshall spits out the window - thinking about the rapist. "Asshole." He says. 

He heard a knock on the door, turning around to see Sophia enter. [i]Hey couldn't sleep.[/i] She stated - "Same here. I didn't really think I was going to get much anyway." He said, talking about rest. [i]You should get ready and pack before we head out[/i] She said to Marshall. "Hmm. Didn't really unpack but I've got a few bits and bobs around. How's Katelyn doing?" He asked curiously. 

Some time passed, and soon it was around 8:00 AM. "We should get down stairs and head out like you suggested. You know what's weird? I'm not even that tired. I feel awake completely. Odd." Marshall looked at Sophia's eyes and his thoughts flew. "I er... Uhm. Y-yeah, let's go downstairs. I'll be down in a sec' gonna brush my teeth." Marshall said, He looked at Sophia again, then left the room - walking across the hallway into the bathroom. Shower, Bathtub, Sink and a Toilet. Marshall sighed. He took out the toothbrush from his pocket and used the toothpaste that was at the side of the sink - brushing his teeth. "Mmm. Minty." He stated, as he left the room, walking downstairs. He leaned down next to Luke, shaking him gently. "Mornin' man. Get ready 'n shit, get people up and shit. Nice sleep?" Marshall asked Luke, with a friendly tone.

Soon after, Marshall grabbed his back pack and walked out to the car. He opened the trunk, putting his backpack inside it - and a few other goods. He walked in and out the house, carrying whatever bags of supplies we had - though it may not be much. He wasn't tired or dazed. He was just normal. One Walker spotted him out the front of the house. Only one, he crouched down next to the car, after shutting the door - no other Walkers were following that one to the house. Once it got close Marshall kicked it's knee cap, forcing the Walker to fall down. He took out his hatchet and repeatedly bashed in its skull. Phew. He got up and looked around.

[i]Shit.[/i]

He sprinted inside. "[b]Everybody![/b]" He shouted. He ran in to the garage. "Guys! Wake the fuck up! Now!" He shouted, looking around him as everyone looked at him confused. "Walkers. Lots of them. They are comin- "He stopped his sentence, as he heard bangs on the front side of the house. "They're fuckin' here! Too many of them. We gotta fight out way through them to the car!" He took out his Smith & Wesson. "Get your bags, get your guns, we gotta go!" A window smashed - one of the Walkers hands broke through it. Another - and another. There must've been around 30 Walkers outside. Marshall ran through to a room where they were breaking through some of the windows - they couldn't climb through obviously. He had no choice - they weren't taking out 30 Walkers with mellee weapons - no way. He aimed his revolver and aimed at one of their heads. [b]Blam[/b] He started letting off rounds whilst shouting at people to start fighting their way to the car. "Cumon!" Marshall climbed out of the window and was now in the drive way. Axe to the head - two Walkers down. 

He looked around him, seeing people letting off rounds and killing Walkers, helping each other towards the car - fighting off the infected. Marshall was the first to make it to the car -standing outside the drivers seat. He didn't mind driving or not. He was still taking out Walkers - he didn't get in the car. Not until everyone else was at it. He observed others fighting and what not - doing their best. "How did this all go to shit so fast." He said to himself as he watched the others make their way to the car. Marshall leaned back against the driver seat door as the Walkers were getting a bit close to him.