[ WP ] Having accidentally killed a close friend of their , describe their actions , thoughts and feeling as they go about trying to dispose of the body .

`` Shit, man, sorry.'' I said to Alex. He was n't moving. `` Alex?'' I said, falling to my knees and shaking him. Now, I do n't want to get into much detail, but he was dead, and no amount of shaking ( or later puking ) was going to fix that. Yeah, I cried, like a girl. So what. I think there are a few times when it's OK to cry. 
 
 But shit, he had so much more time to live! Only a boy. Fuck. 
 
 `` Sorry, kiddo.'' I said. `` Sorry.'' 
 
 Now what? I stared at his cold corpse. I could go to the cops. But then I'd face a manslaughter charge, and I do n't know if I could pay the legal fees-and I do n't want to think about how Jenna would react. Nope. It sucked, but I only had one real option: Hide him. So I took his body and loaded it into the back of my truck along with the piles of wood and the bloody hatchet. 
 
 soon, my rational mind took control, I think, and I found myself heading out past I-23, through old mac's woods. I drove my truck out for another ten miles on one of the firefighter's trails ( Ca n't say which ) and popped out. I lifted his corpse out of the truck and found a suitable tree a little off of the trail. 
 
 Carefully cut the top layer of grass and leaves and dig small hole. Lay body inside hole, toss in hatchet so you wo n't be caught with it. Cover up cut grass and leaves; they will grow on top of the body and make the ground look undisturbed. Think about what you've just done; think about going back to church after all these years. 
 
 You just killed your best friend, and your best friend was your son.
