"Don't worry about Ash man... Me, the rest - she'll be fine. Don't worry. I'll make you proud man..." Marshall said, wiping tears from his cheek. I don't care if I'll need this bullet later... I'm not letting you turn." He stated. "Don't worry, I'll tell them. Y'know I thought I'd be the first to go, and it'd be you on my end. Me and you... That was the plan brother. How can it just..." Marshall cut off his sentence. "Fuck man!" He shouted. "[i]SHIT.[/i]

"I'll make you proud - - You're my best friend. Love you man." He said, as he turned back and looked at Conell waiting. He turned back as Luke gave Marshall his machete. This is a fine weapon man. I'll make sure it stays that way." Marshall said, receiving the machete. 

 "Keep them safe man. Do whatever you think is right and don't doubt yourself."

[i]"You have - my word. I promise you."[/i]

Marshall raised the gun next to Luke's head. "It's almost over brother. I'll keep them safe as best I can." He stated. "Thanks for - thanks for fighting for us." He said with a smile, as the tear fell off his cheek.

[i]"I'm sorry this happened to you."[/i]

[b]Blam.[/b]

Luke's corpse slid off the tree on to the ground.

"No...!" He cried. "No-o!" Marshall fell on his side, crying out loud, as he weeped to himself. This is the second time Marshall's lost a close friend in his arms. Shortly after when he raised himself from the ground. he wiped Luke's hair out of his closed eyes. the blood was leaving his head quickly, on to Marshall's hand. He stood up then bent down, picking up Luke's corpse and carried him to the pickup truck. He lay him in the back, and then used the sheet in the back to cover his corpse. He wrapped it around the corpse, and then wrapped some duck tape around the sheets to keep it [url=http://gyazo.com/b94cf7634559a50999fdf454c8f2930b]tied.[/url] Marshall looked at himself, seeing lots of Luke's fresh blood all over his clothes, face, neck, and hands.

He walked back to Conell - placing his hand on his shoulder. "Let's get the [i]hell[/i] outta here."