The Walking Dead - Shane slaying Rick

by daukan1986

In this story the plot of The Walking Dead takes a different turn by the end of the second season and shows to me a more credible outcome of the conflict between Rick and Shane. Since I am a great fan of the series I have re-watched the series a lot and I feel that from the third season and onward the drama became too simple. In a way by killing Shane the series killed itself.

1. Chapter 1

Fan Fiction The Walking Dead – Shane slaying Rick

By Dan Pettersson

As Rick was moving forward thru the dens forest Shane was watching his back. In the silence between them Shane felt a tension building up. "He knows", Shane thought.

"Is this the right way?"

"It's a good a way as any."

Some moments passed and they were soon out of the forest gazing out across the moonlit fields of the farm.

"Is this how you plan to do it?" Rick exclaimed.

A response didn't come. As Rick was turning around he saw a flash, heard a loud bang. It took a second for him to feel the pain as the bullet left a hole in his lower torso gushing with blood.

"Go to sleep for good partner."

Lying on the ground Rick could barely make out the gun in the dark but Shane's stone face shone with a silvery blue light. His mouth tasted like rusty nails and sweat was soaking him making him reek of fear. As Shane closed his eyes the gun went of again and hit Rick in the chest.

Shane looked at the still body of Rick and spat on the ground. He turned away and started heading back towards the farm in the dark. He didn´t think of anything. His mind was like a broken light bulb. Connections was broken and in the dark he couldn´t feel anything.

One foot after the other staring in to the fields ahead he simply moved. After a little while he felt someone pulling on his left arm. He slowly turned his head to see that it was Carl.

"Shane! Are you deaf! I said where is dad?!"

"Carl? Carl… "

He stood still suddenly and pondered. He didn´t realize until then how much of Rick's face that Carl had been given. Rick and only Rick, soft and thin with milky friendly eyes that were staring back at him.

"I thought I heard gun shoots! What a hell is going on!", Carl was saying struck with sudden panic.

Shane's mind was buzzing as if someone had pushed an big old restart button and the wheels had slowly started to turn. He became more aware of his body and Carl as well as what he was able to make out of his surroundings. He saw shapes across Carl' head, blurry irregular lines. Had he moved near the forest? The lines looked like branches of these ugly trees. Only…, Shane thought, they were moving even if there was no wind. He closed his eyes and banged his head and rubbed his sockets. When he opened them it was all clear. There were no trees there. No trees but eyes and corrupted stinky flesh moving in from all sides.

Suddenly Carl went quiet and his angelic face turned red. A walker had crept up behind him and Shane was watching him digging his foul jaws in to the little boys skull. Then Carl fell down and was covered in a blanket of corpses that was consuming him.

"Why… Why do you try so hard to get yourself killed man?"

Shane turned away and started striding forward at a increasing pace. He could see the house, the barn, the entire farm. He could also hear them. It had been a night dead quiet but now the woes of the stinky dead filled the air. A swarm of locust where coming to have its fill.