Scott eased him self on to the motel's front desk counter. Seeing how most of the furniture was being used for a barricade he didn't have much a choice of where to sit.

Jacob and Allen both stood by a small table set up near the hallway, a large city map spread out as the two older men scanned over it like hawks. Peter and the waitress from last night, Allison, stood by a lamp, chatting about something. Then there were about 8 other people Scott counted. 4 from the group that had come in earlier, not counting Allison, and then another 3 who had been staying here and the motel clerk whose manager had apparently went out for breakfast. Sitting on the only couch not being used as a barricade was a man and 2 women. The man looked fairly young, Scott recognized him from the group. He had longish blonde hair with a short neatly cut beard. Dressed in cargo shorts and a beige shirt. The 1st women, who had also come in with the group, sat in the center, she had long, curly, sandy blonde hair. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans along with a yellow sleeveless shirt. She leaned against the blonde mans chest. The last women on the couch had not come in with the group. She also looked much older. Her face was covered in wrinkles and Scott noticed she coughed very often. She had long red hair and wore a white dress that was too short for her. She smoked a cigarette, not her 1st one during their short time at the motel. Then their was the motel clerk who stood in a corner by himself, talking on his cell phone. The Native American man from earlier sat by himself near the couch. He fiddled with a vicious looking long Bowie knife. He looked like he knew how to use it too. Then there was a bearded man in a white t-shirt and blue jeans. His brown hair was medium and length and very unkempt. Scott guessed he had been staying in the hotel. Not to far from him stood a Hispanic man. He had a shaved head and wore a tan colored shirt and a pair of black jeans. Scott also figured this man had been staying here. The last person, who had come in with the group, was a women who looked around Scott's age. She wore a navy colored t-shirt along with a pair of short black shorts. She looked like maybe she had been jogging before ...this. She had long strait brown hair with tanned skin. She stood by her self against a wall, usually looking down at her running shoes.

Now what do we do? Scott slid of the counter and approached Jacob and Allen. The two me quietly talked as they studied over the map.

"Back ally looks blocked off", said Jacob in a grim voice.

"I can go check if you want", said Allen looking up at Jacob.

Jacob nodded and the cop turned towards the back door of the motel and hustled off.

"Any way out?", asked Scott.

"If the back ally is blocked off like it looks, the only other way out besides the front door would be jumping across the building next to us roof", said Jacob.

Scott chuckled at the older man.

"I'm not kidding", stated Jacob in a serious tone.

"Oh", said Scott in a low voice.

On a different note Scott asked."Here anything from the wife?"

Jacob looked up at Scott with an angry look on his face.

"Don't worry about it."

"Alright, sorry", said Scott.

Scott turned away from his fellow Marshal and looked around at the small group. God I hate waiting, he thought to him self. Everyone was chatting with someone now, except the brunette women. Scott found his eyes drifting down to her mostly bare legs. Nice, he thought to himself. He shook his head. You need to focus, he told himself. But then again Jacob didn't need him yet, he could go chat with her for a little while. Scott slightly nodded his head and approached the women. Who looked up as he was within a few steps of her. She slightly smiled as he neared her. A very slight smile.

"Hello", he said.

"Hi", she replied.

"So whats your name?", he asked her.

"Lisa", she replied."You?"

"Scott Anderson".

She nodded, looking down at his gun.

"US Marshal", he said in an almost cocky tone.

"Good to know we have a Marshal here protecting us", she said.

"Two actually", he said looking over at Jacob."I'm the good looking one, hes the intimidating one."

She let another slight smile cross her lips."Clearly."

His face flushed a little red.

"Scott get over here", said Jacob in a loud voice. Scott turned towards Jacob. Allen and Peter both stood beside him now. Scott turned back towards Lisa.

"We'll talk later I guess", he said.

"Yea sure", she said.

He turned back towards Jacob and trotted towards him.

"What?", he asked reaching the 3 law men.

"If your done flirting we think we have a way out", said Jacob.

"Just talking", Scott said before Jacob continued.

"What ever", said Jacob."We're going to move everyone to the roof, cross over to the small store next to us, gather supplies, then you see that guy over there with the beard, his names Chad and he has a semi parked outside. We're going to load the supplies into his empty semi, and drive off to somewhere safe, probably the docks bunch of empty ware house's there."

"Wait why do we need to do this?", asked Scott. Are things really that bad? He thought to himself.

"Things are worst then we thought, the city is overrun from what I hear", said Jacob.

"Who'd you hear that from?", asked Scott.

"Just about everyone here", said Jacob.

"Not long ago we lost contact with our HQ", added Allen.

Damn, thought Scott.

"Allen and Peter will get everyone up and moving, me and you will go scout out the roof", said Jacob.

Scott nodded.

Peter and Allen nodded and turned towards the area where the bulk of the group sat. Scott followed after Jacob who head towards a door the read 'Roof'. Jacob reached the door, putting his hand on the knob and waiting for Scott.

You got to be kidding me, thought Scott to himself grabbing his pistol and pulling it out of its holster. He raised it with both hands and aimed it at the door. Stopping a few feet away from it he lined up the sites with the sigh that read 'Door'. He slightly nodded his head.

Jacob yanked open the door. And nothing. Jacob had now drawn his Glock and aimed it up the stair case.

"Is this really necessary?", asked Scott lowering his gun.

"Probably not", said Jacob moving up the stairs, being sure to keep his gun up.

Scott lowered his gun so the barrel pointed to the ground and jogged after Jacob.

The stair case only consisted of about 40 steps so it didn't take long of the two men to reach the top. Jacob pushed out the metal door leading out side. Scott stepped out side 1st. A few sprinkles of rain fell, the looked dark and gloomy. Seemed to go with the mood. He scanned the area. It was a very small roof, just like the motel. And the jump to the next building looked very intimidating. Scott walked towards the ledge of the building. Jacob close behind him. The jump looked to be about five feet across. Scott figured he could clear it without much trouble, but some others might have some trouble.

"Not too bad", said Jacob climbing onto the ledge and looking across to the small shop.

"For you and me", added Scott.

"That old smoker might have some trouble", said Jacob.

"How about you carry her?", asked Scott.

"Funny", said Jacob.

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All 13 people stood assembled on the roof of the motel. Just waiting. All the civilians were huddled together near the ledge while the Marshal's and cops talked.

Jacob turned towards the civilians.

"Alright, everyone will have a certain job, we need to move quick so we can get in and get out", said Jacob."We'll mostly work in two man teams."

"Allan and Shane, canned foods", said Jacob looking at Allen and then the blonde man. Both of which who nodded.

"Allison and Brad, drinks", said Jacob looking at Allison and then the Native American man. Both nodded

"Peter and Sherry, painkillers and any other useful meds", said Jacob looking at Peter then the sandy haired women. Both nodded.

"Scott and Lisa, flashlights and batteries", said Jacob looking at Scott then Lisa. Both nodded. Scott looked over at her, she smiled towards him which he returned with one of his own.

"Chad and Jose, tools", said Jacob looking at Chad then the Hispanic man. Both nodded.

"I'll take Calvin and Carry, survival gear", said Jacob. The clerk and the red haired women nodded.

"Alright lets do this", said Jacob.