A short time had passed. Marshall got up to his feet; wiping tears from his eyes. Hearing Sophia's words, he responded negatively, but with compassion. "Luke wouldn't want to put us in danger... Setting a fire would only attract them. We'll keep the body until we next stop - maybe at my house. I had a few tools in my shed. One of which is a shovel, we can use that, won't take long at all. Ain't no Walkers gonna dig him up, nor animals. He wouldn't want to put us in danger I'm sure - he was that kind of a guy - putting us before him. Besides, we could maybe stay at mine for a few days, last I remember there's food there, and we could rest up before moving on. Though, I think your ideas could be used in another matter. Two guys with me, one's a cop the others a bit on the temperamental side, [i]I think.[/i] I'm not cremating Luke. I'm not putting us in danger - which is why you can decide what to do with these guys. I'm not gonna make the decision that could end up with one of them killing us. Besides, I think you're more equipped to deal with these guys. You've had to deal with fans at some point, right?"

"Neither are heavily supplied. They seem pretty straight up but y'know. I searched and frisked the guy in my pick up just there. Name's Conell. Packed with that SMG of his though. To be honest, I can connect to him a little bit - but hey, your call. He seems pretty all right to me though. The other guy - cop - don't remember his name or even if he gave us it. I think shooting my best friend in the head had a lot of thoughts flying through my mind... He's not that stocked up either though." Marshall said, telling her the score. "We can leave without them, leave them here - take them with us, whatever. I'm not taking part on this matter - your call completely. Not sure how much they have to offer, they certainly don't have much in the ways of food or anything. Pressure ain't easy. [i]Your decision could cost lives...[/i]" He said, following that he walked up to the pick up.

"You're pardoned by the State of California, see that pretty girl with the blonde hair? Her name is Sophia. Go talk to her, she'll tell you the score 'n shit." Marshall said, talking to him through the opened window. He stepped back, opening the door for Conell to step out. Marshall walked around to the drivers seat, he leaned down and picked up the whiskey, taking the cap off, drinking a little, screwing it back on and walking to the cop car.

"Yo. Blonde girl over there. Go talk to her. She's friendly and she'll let you know the game plan and whatever." Marshall stated, wiping sweat off his head, and a tear off his cheek. On you go man." Marshall walked back to the pick up, and leaned on the back where Luke's corpse was situated - wrapped up. "I [i]need[/i] you here man. I'm not - - I can't do this without your support man." Marshall said, talking to the dead body. "We're - we're heading for my old crib in a little while, remember?" He asked, as if he was going to get any sort of reply. "You'd like it there y'know... It's a nice set up. Don't worry man, when we bury you, we'll have a real nice ceremony and everything... It'll be just like modern ones, burial, people say a few things, everybody throws a bit of dirt on or whatever. It'll be nice. Natural. We all miss you man. Ash is in good hands with those girls. Maybe she'll say some words when your being put 6ft deep... She'll make you proud in this world now. Just gotta get to my house, bury you, rest up then move on." Marshall said, as he jumped up into the back of the pick up, and just sat there next to his best friends dead body, drinking the whiskey - trying to accept the fact he was never going to see Luke again. 

"[i]I'm sorry I failed you.[/i]"