Marcus sat feeling the bullet get removed, "thanks doc" Marcus reached into his bag "yeah I got a bottle from the bar" He poured it down his back "hopefully that will do".<br/>Marcus put his shirt and armor back on, "that feels better, shortest time I've ever gone without a bullet in me after a fight" Marcus laughed.<br/>If we want to make much progress we better move on, "oi Gregg! we better get moving!" Marcus kicked his friend still sleeping.<br/>"hmm, he's been asleep threw a lot" Marcus put his hand on his throat "oh hell". "doc you better come see this, I think he's dead"<br/>"if there's one thing I know it's how to check a pulse." Marcus said turning grim "and he ain't got one".<br/>Marcus gently nudged him with his foot, "yeah, looks like he didn't last much longer than his dog"<br/>Marcus removed his hat in respect, "poor boy" Marcus looked at the fresh ground "think I should bury him with his dog?"