A/N: I'mma be real with you guys, I just forgot to update this. I thought I did, but I didn't. Sorry about that! '^_^
They went around to the back of the house to dig a hole big enough for Samuel to fit in, or more, Jean dug while Marco apologised for not being able to help him more as they only had one shovel. Once the had the hole dug, they went to go get Samuel. Jean was glad, for Marco's sake, that he wasn't too rotten or gorey. They carried him to the hole and lay him down next to the hole for Marco to say goodbye.
"Okay, let's bury him," Marco said, with a failed attempt to hide the sadness in his voice. Jean nodded and grabbed his ankles, Marco took him by his shoulders and together they gently lowered him into the hole. Marco stared at his feet as Jean filled the hole. He carefully led Marco back inside and to the dusty couch.
Marco flopped ungracefully onto the couch and Jean sat beside him. Marco just sat and stared at his lap. Jean stayed with him for a few minutes before he heard Marco's stomach growl, come to think of it he was pretty hungry too. Hopefully this place had some food 'cause they were running low.
Jean stood up to find the kitchen. He succeeded in finding the bathroom and a closet before he found it. He walked inside and began rifling through the cupboards for something to eat. He hit the jackpot on the third as he found a whole box of granola bars. He brought it back to Marco and gave him one. He smiled and thanked him.
They ate in silence and when they were done Jean continued going through the cupboards. All he found were a few soup cans and a jar of pickles. He put it all in their backpacks and walked back over to Marco.
"We need to check the other rooms," He said. Jean nodded, "Do you want to do it now or later?"
"Let's do it now, better safe than sorry right?" Marco said. Jean smiled and offered Marco a hand to help him up, which he gratefully took. They used the same system they always did, Jean went in first with his gun and Marco was ready to stab anything that came at Jean from an angle he couldn't see. They cleared the entire first floor and went upstairs. There they found another bathroom, a closet and a guest bedroom. Finally, there was just the master bedroom to check.
Jean carefully opened the door and almost threw up. On the bed lay an old woman with a bullet hole in her head. He couldn't pull his eyes away from the grotesque sight. Until he noticed that she didn't have a gun.
"Jean move!" Marco yelled as he pushed him farther into the room. The zombie of an old farmer lunged at the spot Jean had been standing in. Marco stabbed it's head and it toppled to the ground.
"Are you okay?" He asked. Jean nodded his head. Marco walked into the room, carefully stepping over the fallen farmer. The boys began their search of the room, Jean found a flashlight and some batteries in the desk and Marco found a hunting rifle in the closet.
"Do you have any idea how to use that?" Jean asked him.
"Not an inkling," Marco answered with a small smile. "I'll figure it out though."
Jean looked back at the woman in the bed. "What should we do with them?"
"Bury them I guess," Marco looked at the farmer. They took the sheets on the bed and wrapped one around each body. They carried them downstairs as the sun went down.
Marco didn't sleep that night. He lay in the guest bedroom awake. Jean sat leaning against the bed, he didn't sleep either. The next morning, two more graves were made beside Samuel's
