[ Normally, this is where he'd let go of her body like a discarded burger wrapper but nothing about this situation is normal. What do you even do with a body when you care about it? When she wouldn't let him keep her?
He scoops her up over his shoulder before trekking through the dead dome, almost mechanically twisting necks and ripping off heads of whatever undead creature that dares cross his path. Hardware store. Shovel. And then Sector 5 because graveyards are always graveyards even in underwater prisons. It's not his first time but it's also not a common occurrence and six feet is a lot deeper than one would think. She deserves the real deal though, as real as it can get here.
Once he's done — really done — he leans back against a nearby headstone. Lights a cigarette, eyes lingering at the freshly dug grave as if he's just waiting for her to come bursting back out. ]