"Then you've been done a grand disservice," Murphy laughed back. His eyes dropped to the knife - his knife - but she'd already proven she was ready and willing to use it. And more familiar with what the hell was going on. So while he gave it a long look, he eventually turned himself back to the bodies.

"Hold on, I'll be right back," he said with an apologetic tone and wandered back to where the - what had she called them? walkers? - had dropped. They were a couple of nasty looking fellows. And she'd done them no favors, either. But they were still dead and they still deserved proper rights. Everyone did if it could be given.

Murphy flipped their bodies over so they were resting on their backs. After which he made sure their eyes were closed and their arms crossed over their chests. Then he knelt down between them and prayed for their souls, finishing the prayer by making the sign of the cross over each of them and lastly himself, "amen."