Notes: I haven't written Walking Dead stuff in so long, good golly gracious.

Scorching heat had plagued Hershel's farm, and you could barely move a few feet from the shade of the trees without having to wipe thick sweat from your brow. If you were dripping in sweat, then the walkers were probably roasting in the open heat.

With Lori Grimes pregnant, you were the only other woman fit enough to accompany the men on supply runs. Andrea wanted to stay on walker watch, leaving Dale to help Glenn and Maggie. You had no clue where Rick was either.

You soon found Shane Walsh – he didn't seem to be the nicest guy, and he usually kept to himself. He stared you down, assuming you were there for something and not nothing.

"You here to scavenge for supplies?" he asked gruffly.

You nodded, "yes, I see your people are a bit low on hands so I thought I could help."

You never really belonged to a group, and Hershel and his family brought you in after you were found paralyzed in shock after a near-death encounter with the undead. Maggie Greene had killed the walker trying to make you its meal, and you passed out right after.

"Alright, I hope I can trust you. Watch my back and I'll watch yours," Shane spoke.

Following him to the pick-up truck, he drove off the farm and followed the main road into town. The area looked barren, but you had a feeling there were supplies nestled somewhere in the tiny town. Shane wouldn't let you carry a gun, so you had an extra machete with you.

Shane slowed the car, stopping a few yards away from the general store. You wondered why, until you realized if the walkers hoarded around the shop, the both of you could run to get away from them, and had a clear path back to the truck.

"Is it safe?" you asked.

"Nope, but let's go." Shane chuckled once.

Exiting the truck, you walked to the store with him. The window was already smashed in, and he used the front door to enter. The inside seemed quiet, but Walsh proceeded with caution. "S'quiet, too quiet." he muttered, his Southern accent very visible.

"Yeah, sure it is—" you spoke, hearing something growl on the other side of one of the aisles.

A walker appeared from the aisle, shuffling toward you. Shane had his knife out, rushing it forcefully before stabbing it in the brain. "Oh shit – thanks," you hissed.

"You owe me one, kid.." Shane mumbled before going to look for supplies.

"What's yer name anyway?" he asked.

"Oh, it's [Y/N], but I like being called [Nickname]. It just sounds better," you spoke while searching for food items.

Shane nodded, "well, if you can stay alive for a while I think we could use you on our side. I don't know about Rick, I don't think he's fit for the world we're livin' in now…"

You pursed your lips, "the sheriff? I dunno, he looks like he's giving it all he's got to keep everyone alive."

The man chuckled as if to signal you that he was about ready to drop the subject. You weren't sure what was going on, and your 'walker radar' was on the fritz again, somehow you felt like the building was slowly being surrounded.

Shane didn't seem too concerned about anything else, though he cracked a few jokes when you snagged some tampons from the female products aisle. He was a jerk alright, but you could deal with it just fine.