Now that there was some notion of security to the trio's hideout, Marko felt he could relax a little and actually even began to feel better. Irritating stomach discomfort and pains started and his headache subsided. Stalking the isles he found an old canvas jacket lying among a pile of junk. Upon examination, it appeared to be in quite good shape. Marko knew that if you didn't have anything leather, canvas was your next best shot at preventing zombie chompers penetrating your skin. They could break every bone in his arm for all he cared once they didn't turn him.

Marko wouldn't have admitted it but he got a little bit of a fright when Ray seemingly appeared from nowhere behind the aisles. He snickered at her comment and a thin smile crossed his lips as he watched Chief soaking up all the attention.

[i]"Well I suppose we should get the doors closed and settle in, at least for the moment." [/i]

"Yeah." He agreed, slinging the chain through the handles and getting it tight as best he could. Without a padlock it would have to do. He checked the doors and when they barely budged he made his way back over to Chief, Ray and his rucksack. "So you're a cop then, right?" He eyed her, a mischievous yet innocent look plastered across his face. "First responder, yeah?" He reminded her, just in case she had forgotten about their conversation on the streets. Chief whined, lying down with paws over the face when Marko pulled a tin of dog food from his bag, the label had been torn off but it was Chief's favorite. He realized he was running low though and would have to find more or find something else for Chief to eat.

Marko was silent as he dished out Chief's food before pulling out two more tins. He tossed one towards Ray, "Hey! If it's good enough for Chief it's good enough for me." He gauged for her reaction before smirking looking down at the similar tins also lacking labels. "I'm just goofing with you." He paused until he had pried his tin open with his hunting knife, "Just beans."