Adam took his eyes off the prairie to glance at Bethany.  He understood her immediately.  Not what were the going to do about the body or what were they going to do tonight. What were they going to do about tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that.  Everything they'd ever known was gone.<br/><br/>"I don't know, Bethany.  I know it is going to be cold tonight.  I know we can't leave a corpse sitting right outside our camp.  The rest... I just don't know.  If I let myself think about that now, I don't think I can handle it.  It's just like a football game.  Don't keep worrying about the score.  Just focus on the play at hand.  Do it right one play at the time."<br/><br/>She probably didn't want football metaphors, but he was trying.  He was a simple man.  "I'm sorry.  That's all I've got."  He reached out and took Bethany's hand and gave it a brief squeeze.<br/><br/>"I think this far enough.  Let's get it done."<br/><br/>It wasn't pleasant stripping the corpse.  Adam had to do the lifting and moving, get dead fat guy's ass off the ground while Bethany stripped off his boxers and pants.  Then Adam dragged him out and propped him into a sitting position so they could strip off the rest of his clothes.  Then it was done and the corpse looked even more dead than before lying naked on the prairie staring at nothing.<br/><br/>He had to say something.  Adam had his driver's license.  "His name was Rudy Bunyon.  He was thirty years old.  Rudy, I'm sorry about the clothes, but what you left us, the clothes, the food, the van, might just be the difference between life and death.  You deserved a better burial than this, but it's all we can do.  May your soul find peace."<br/><br/>His eyes were wet by the end, but he held back the tears.  Bethany was too close to the edge herself and he had to hold it in for her, but he was hanging on by his fingernails.