“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.”

"Whether you're comfortable or not with it is your problem. I'm fine with there being 'no leader', honestly I don't care that much. The decisions I've made have kept you alive - kept the others alive. Wouldn't be bad to show some damn gratitude." Marshall said, wiping blood off his head. "Damn man, the fuck's up with you today. The decisions I made were in favour of everyone else, and anyone else would've surely done that same as I did damnit." Marshall stated, voicing his words.

"Yeah. I will bring the guy back, personally I think he'd be useful. If you don't agree with that? Well plead your case to the others. I'm bringing him back in the interests of the group. I'm only trying to help - fuck man." Marshall stated. He stood back, listening to Luke say how no one listens to him - as he turned around and walked away. "Fuck sake..." Marshall said, watching Luke walk.

He turned back around to the cop - and the cop asked Marshall what's up. "I don't have a fuckin' clue. I try to help - [i]keep people alive[/i] and he's being an ass for some reason. I'm not the leader. Never said I damn was. Yeah - I made decisions, and yeah they were successful. That Luke guy? He's caring for some little girl, and what I did kept him and that girl [i]alive.[/i] Shit. Wouldn't be that bad for him to, I dunno. Not go off in huffs and show a little gratitude? Only tried to help." Marshall says, as he spits on the ground, turns around and puts some other stuff in the back of the pick up. 

Turning to Conell, Marshall says. "A'ight cumon'. Let's get back to the rest of 'em." As he opened the passenger seat for Conell to sit in, Marshall walked back to the drivers seat. "He's got a 15 minute walk, we've got a 2 minute drive. Maybe some fuckin' air will clear his head." He stated, as he then turned to the cop. "We're headin' off. Looks like you're outta gas. Feel free to come with us - I can't confirm you have a 'place' in our group if people are gonna' be as uptight as that guy." He said, feeling his .44. We're leaving in a minute or so - consider my offer and let [i]them[/i] decide whether you come with us or whatever - if you want to. Looks like whatever the fuck I say I'll get more shit for it. Damn. Try to save a couple fuckin' lives and get that shit." Marshall stated, as he wiped sweat from his forehead and sat in the drivers seat, waiting on Conell to get in - and the cop if he so wishes.