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Heart is broken.
"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. "SHIT.
"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."
"You have - my word. I promise you."
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'm sorry this happened to you."
Blam.
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 tied. 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 hell outta here."
"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."
"You have - my word. I promise you."
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'm sorry this happened to you."
Blam.
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 tied. 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 hell outta here."
My heart is broken officially.
Marshall's heart sunk into his stomach when Luke revealed it was over for him. Luke explained what had happened to him back at the house. "I don't want to become one of them." He stated. Tears begun to fall down Marshall's face. Marshall just stood there, listening to everything Luke had to say. Luke asked "I... I'm sorry to ask this of you... But I need you to do this for me okay man?" Offering Marshall the gun. Luke told Marshall how he didn't want to turn no matter what. "I get that..." Marshall stated, taking the gun. He turned around to Conell as he offered to do it for Marshall.
Marshall looked at him - as tears fell. "Thank... Thank you but. He's my best friend - I need to give him his last request. Acting the big man I am... But not when it comes to this."Marshall stated. He put his hand on Conells shoulder in a friendly way - "could you just back up a little please - thanks man." A few tears fell, and his heart was racing. "Luke - are you sure, this is what you want?" Marshall asked, as he took off the safety. "I suppose there's no other way. Can't let you turn... What about Ash?" Marshall said. "Are you wanting to be left? Buried? Cremated ...are you sure this is what you want?" Marshall asked - wiping a tear from his eye.
Marshall looked at him - as tears fell. "Thank... Thank you but. He's my best friend - I need to give him his last request. Acting the big man I am... But not when it comes to this."Marshall stated. He put his hand on Conells shoulder in a friendly way - "could you just back up a little please - thanks man." A few tears fell, and his heart was racing. "Luke - are you sure, this is what you want?" Marshall asked, as he took off the safety. "I suppose there's no other way. Can't let you turn... What about Ash?" Marshall said. "Are you wanting to be left? Buried? Cremated ...are you sure this is what you want?" Marshall asked - wiping a tear from his eye.
Off to bed at 03:15. Night fellas.
Heart broken.
Thank god<3
What makes you want to kill of Lukey?
What makes you want to kill of Lukey?
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This is upsettin' man. Surely Mar' ain't leaving the RP man </3 Makes for great story though!
This is upsettin' man. Surely Mar' ain't leaving the RP man </3 Makes for great story though!
Soon after - they left. Marshall closed his door and pulled his legs in. "Right let's go." He said, informing the next move. "Will do that guy some good to get some time alone damn." He stated, as he turned the -already in ignition- key, powering the car and he begun to drive forward. Marshall was beginning to feel tired - but he was fine for now. Whilst pulling out of the gas station he stopped the car, and looked back at it. "I wonder if any other survivors came for gas. Maybe they didn't make it. Fuck." He stated.
He started to drive again, taking a sip of water whilst he turned on to the road. He drove, looking around him. Trees, a car or two, nice blue sky - couple clouds. He just wishes things were as they were. Marshall sees Luke in the near distance leaning on a tree. "There he is. He stated - as he got a visual of Luke. Luke had fallen, and didn't get back up. "What the hell?" He stated, as he continued to drive. He was waiting for Luke to stand up but he didn't. "Shit." Marshall pulled up just near the tree. "Wait here. Please. Lemme' talk to him and clear the fuckin' air." He said, as he stopped the car - took the key, and exited the vehicle.
"Hey Luke get up a sec' I need to talk to ya'." He stated, walking towards Luke. By this point Luke had seen the wound. "Hey, Luke?" Marshall said, closing in on his position. "Get up man we gotta - " Marshall cut off his words, as he saw how exhausted looking Luke was. He was sweating, breathing heavily. "Luke, Luke what the hell? What's happened? Have you taken something or anything?" Marshall said, enquiring about Luke's pain. "What's happened?"
He started to drive again, taking a sip of water whilst he turned on to the road. He drove, looking around him. Trees, a car or two, nice blue sky - couple clouds. He just wishes things were as they were. Marshall sees Luke in the near distance leaning on a tree. "There he is. He stated - as he got a visual of Luke. Luke had fallen, and didn't get back up. "What the hell?" He stated, as he continued to drive. He was waiting for Luke to stand up but he didn't. "Shit." Marshall pulled up just near the tree. "Wait here. Please. Lemme' talk to him and clear the fuckin' air." He said, as he stopped the car - took the key, and exited the vehicle.
"Hey Luke get up a sec' I need to talk to ya'." He stated, walking towards Luke. By this point Luke had seen the wound. "Hey, Luke?" Marshall said, closing in on his position. "Get up man we gotta - " Marshall cut off his words, as he saw how exhausted looking Luke was. He was sweating, breathing heavily. "Luke, Luke what the hell? What's happened? Have you taken something or anything?" Marshall said, enquiring about Luke's pain. "What's happened?"
Luke is one of my absolute fav's of the RP. I think the character is great. And now that he's on his death bed... I'm just thinking of the future survivors we'll meet and can tell them about Luke. Man.
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