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Ash was waiting at the car by the side of the road. Nothing much had happened while the others had been away on their end. She’d been bored, so had started seeing how far she could throw the loose pebbles of the road. However when she heard a car approaching she turned and smiled seeing that it meant they were back and began running over. Marshall was the first to get out but she stopped when she realised that there was a new man in the cab of the car and it wasn’t Luke. She noticed another car pulling up, a police car but couldn’t see him in that either.

“Where’s Luke?” She asked softly as Marshall asked everyone to gather around and began telling them what had happened when they went out to look for gas. At first Ash’s look was confusion but as his story went on her face started to change to a look of horror. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stepped back slightly, shaking her head slowly as the salt water began dripping down her face as she shook her head. “You’re lying…” She said softly, shaking her head furiously, trying not to listen to what he was saying. “No it’s not true!” The girl insisted.

She backed away into the nearest car and slowly sank to the ground, her entire body shaking as her head constantly shook back and forth. He just... he couldn’t be dead. He was supposed to be the one who lived, the one who was just always there. Why? Why did he have to die? It didn’t seem fair. He was a good person. He didn’t deserve that. He had been bit while they had been escaping, Marshall said. He had been protecting her, maybe if she had done something differently… if she hadn't needed protecting… maybe he wouldn’t have gotten hurt… he’d still be here.
I feel bad for who ever has to tell Ash Luke's dead :(
So I totally cried writing that post :'(
Luke nodded slowly. “I’m not turning and I can’t go back to them man. Not like this, I’d rather they remember something… worth remembering.” He shrugged slightly, before wincing at the motion. “Ash…” He had managed to stay relatively calm throughout this whole ordeal. However at the mention of her name his voice broke and finally tears began spiling down his face. Luke hung his head for a moment, trying to regain his composure however small tears soon turned to sobs. It took Luke a few minutes to regain his composure and speak again. “I know you guys will keep her safe.” He eventually managed, but his voice wasn’t the same as before, more strained now.

“Tell her… tell her… everyone goodbye? And... that I’m sorry, I guess, for not being around for longer. If she asks what went down out here say whatever you think is best man. I trust you.” He nodded slightly, leaning back against the tree and letting his eyes close for a moment. “I don’t care too much how you leave me. Burial might take too long… cremation could cause a fire… just do what you think is best.” He repeated the statement from earlier. He knew he was probably being difficult in how vague he was being, but he was still trying to think about the group. Hell even shooting him was probably not the best option, not with his machete here. The noise and all that. But he was still afraid of the pain of dying.

Remembering the blade Luke pulled it out and handed it to Marshall. “Might as well keep it. Could be of use.” Luke said, though his voice was more strained now, there was evident pain in it and once again he leaned back against the tree, closing his eyes. They didn’t have a lot of time left now. "Keep them safe man. Do whatever you think is right and don't doubt yourself."
I planned from the begning not to have him live (his last name was a bit of sneaky foreshadowing on my part ;) ) I just wasn't sure when, it was all going to depend on when we had enough man power to substitute his death. I also realised that while I was focusing on him as a character I couldn't really develop Ash very much so I decided to kind of sacraficed one.
He heard the car pull up and Marshall get out. Of corse he'd stop and get out. Luke looked away from his leg and offered the man a small, grim smile from where he sat. "I uh... When we were back at the house... The walker attack... They got me man." He said, indicating to his leg and the blood glistening on his ankle. "Burst through the fence and grabbed me. I managed to pull free but it still got me. I was hoping... Maybe scratches didn't count maybe... I don't know alright." He shook his head angrily and slammed his fist on the ground.

"I'm sorry I was a dick before but it was only so you'd let me go of on my own. I figured it'd be easier if I... If you guys weren't around for it..." He lifted the hand with the gun in it. "I mean fuck man! This wasn't supposed to be how things happened. Ash I... What am I gonna do?" He looked to Marshall desperately, fear and uncertainty in his eyes. "I don't want to become one of them." Luke eventual said slowly, looking down at his hand, which was shaking uncontrollably. "The others... I didn't want to leave them... Leave you but I wasn't going back in this state. For what? To have some soppy goodbye where everyone cries or something or worse just get shot once I tell them?"

He looked to Marshall for a long time before sighing. "I... I'm sorry to ask this of you... But I need you to do this for me okay man?" He said as he held out the gun to Marshall. "I don't think I can do it myself and I don't want to become one of those things. I am not turning." He guaranteed him. No matter what it took he wasn't going to come back and hurt more people.
I'll still be around to play Ash don't worry :) not going anywhere.
Ignoring Marshall's words Luke kept walking, not responding. He threw the gas can into the back of the pickup and just kept walking. He felt bad, honestly, for picking a fight over something so stupid but he had to think of something. Marshall was right, all his decisions had been to protect the group and he had been doing a really good job, Luke would never argue with that. True he had also been telling him what to do since they met, but he honestly didn't mind that so much. He had just been looking for an excuse, a reason to get away.

No way Marshall would have just let him walk back to camp on his own with no explanation. He would have asked questions. He would have tried to stop him. It was just easier this way. Luke only made it a short way down the road before he had to stop. Breathing heavily he turned and leant against a tree on the roadside, slipping down to the group as sweat poured down his face. The car with the others hadn't even gone past yet and he struggled for a few moments to rise before abandoning the effort and staying where he'd fell.

He felt bad for hiding the truth, but he'd been scared. He'd been scared about how people would react to him if he told them. Scared that Autumn would have jumped at the chance to spear him or Marshall would have shot him without a second thought. Carefully he reached out and pulled up his pant leg, wincing as he revealed a vicious scratch around his ankle where one of them had grabbed him during their escape from the house. He knew being put down would be better than turning, but he was too afraid of it.

Already he could feel the infection inside him, a burning throbbing sensation that started at the source and spread quickly over his body. He was going to die. Slowly, painfully and alone unless someone came along and shot him or one of those things got to him first. But it was better this way. At least that's what he kept telling himself.
I know Luke seems to be acting like a bit of a dick right now, and he is. But it will all be examined in my next post. :) don't bother waiting for me though I probay won't have it up for like. 3 hours
"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.
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