"It's not that I don't want to be - Luke, no one wants that weight on their shoulder. And I've already said I'm not the leader - that's not been voted on or whatever. I've called some shots, yeah. Shots which have kept us alive - got us out of that house -when it was surrounded by corpses- alive. I'm not leading really, well maybe I am - I don't know. What I do know is that I'm doing what needs to be done - what I expect anyone would do. And the new guy? You can ask around if you want, might be good to get other opinions before deciding. But really? We could use the muscle bro. He's armed, and I expect he'd fight for us if it came to it. The more people the better." Marshall states - speaking his mind on the matters.

“I’m not comfortable with the idea of one person making decisions for me.” Luke replied simply on the matter of ‘leaders’. “Look, it’s like you said; right now there is no leader and in times where there is no time to think, no time to react and you jump in and get us out, that’s all well and good. But like back at the side of the road, or at the house when ya’ll were making supply runs? You kind of just decided it was gonna be you, there was no discussion, no chance to talk it over and I’m sorry but I disagree with that.”

He shook his head slightly. “Bring the guy back sure, I was never saying no to that but I was just saying you don’t make decisions for the group. Not for me. Not yet so as of yet he’s not invited to stay.” Luke shook his head and groaned slightly before turning away and picking up his fuel can. It was full anyway. “You know what, fuck it. No one ever listens to a word I say anyway.” He said as he began walking off, making his way back to camp, that whole thing with the cop was as good as over as far as he was concerned and Marshall had already made up his mind.