"What, you think you're going to kick us out. After we cleared out your barn, after we saved your lives?" Shane raged, pacing angrily in front of Hershel who stood boldly in front of the angry former cop.

"I never asked for your 'help'. I never asked for any of this! Ever since you people have been on my farm it's been nothing but hell for me and my family. You're leaving, today." Hershel said, voice only slightly raised. Shane whipped his head around like an angry dog, getting in Hershel's face.

"And what, you think you're going to make us? We ain't leaving!" Shane raged. Hershel narrowed his eyes as a tense silence ensued. Everyone had gathered around now.

"Jimmy, go get my gun. It seems violence is the only thing these animals understand." Hershel said, still standing there. Shane's eyes went wild with rage, then. Before anyone could react, Hershel was on the ground a bloody mouth and a bruise forming.

"We ain't leavin'!" Shane raged, looking down at the old man who was already blacking out. Behind him, T-Dog, Dale, Glenn Lori, Carl, and Carol all had their mouths practically drop to the ground. Only Andrea seemed calm, her hand inching towards the gun in her holster.

"Daddy!" Came the cry of Maggie, who with her small form moved faster than Shane. The cop quickly found a knife buried a few inches into his chest, with an angry red head pushing him backwards. Blood began spilling down his shirt as he took a few steps backward, feeling very lightheaded.

"We ain't leavin'." He said, a little more weakly. There was a clicking sound right behind Maggie - Jimmy had the shotgun, leveled directly at the group. Dale stepped forward slightly.

"Hey, lets just calm down now. We can wait for Rick to come back and settle all of this." Dale said. Andrea's hand was a little too close to her own gun. Jimmy pointed it directly at her.

"Hey now! No sudden movements, or I'll blow you to pieces. Now, you heard Hershel. Leave!" Jimmy said. Shane swayed a little bit, seemingly out of it as more and more blood soaked his shirt. Glenn stepped toward Maggie.

"Ain't… leaving…" Shane said quietly before collapsing to the ground.

"Maggie…" Glenn said, quietly. She looked up from the prone form of Hershel with fire in her eyes.

"Your friend there is bleeding out. Best start looking for a doctor." Maggie said coldly. Glenn looked at her for a few moments before bowing his head and walking over to the collapsed Shane. With some help from the others they were able to get Shane back to the RV, where they laid him in the back right where Jim had been but a few weeks ago. Jimmy oversaw the swift packing of their camp and within thirty minutes the group was on the road again.

"That was a really stupid thing he did back there." Dale said to Andrea, who was sitting in the passenger seat next to him. She turned from where she was looking out at the setting sun.

"You're right, Hershel shouldn't have provoked Shane and tried to kick us off of the farm." She said, still looking out the window. Dale looked over at her, making that face he always made.

"I was talking about Shane. He's out of control." Dale said, before lowering his voice, "I'm worried that he's a danger to the group." Andrea simply rolled her eyes, standing up and walking away down the RV past the table where T-Dog, Glenn, Lori, and Carl were all sitting and talking quietly. Moving the curtain separating the back, she found Carol with an unconscious Shane.

"How's he doing?" Andrea asked. Carol looked up, hands bloody. Next to her was a bucket of water and a bloody knife. The older woman sighed.

"He's okay. I managed to stop the bleeding, but we're going to need antibiotics soon. Where's Rick and Daryl?" Carol asked, changing the conversation. Andrea had noticed how close Daryl and Carol been getting since Ed and Sophia's deaths. She shrugged.

"They still hadn't made it back from dropping Randall somewhere. Dale's taking us to the highway where we lost Sophia. Hopefully they'll check there." Andrea said. Carol looked back down at Shane quietly. Andrea quickly realized her mistake.

"Oh, I'm sorry Carol… I didn't mean to-" Andrea began to apologize.

"It's fine. I'm over it." Carol said, turning to look Andrea directly in the face. Andrea looked a little dumbfounded.

"You're… over it?" Andrea said, deeply confused.

"Do you mind watching Shane for a bit?" Carol said, deflecting the subject. Andrea scratched her head.

"Uh, yeah… Sure." Andrea said, taking off her holster and setting it down on a nearby table. She knelt down next to Shane.

"Thanks!" Carol said, smiling as she grabbed the knife and stood up to leave the room. Andrea watched Carol leave, taking notice as Carol slipped the knife quietly into her waistband.

What a weird woman. Andrea thought, turning to look back at Shane who was quietly sleeping.

"What are we going to do now?" Andrea wondered aloud.


"Just a little bit further." The first man said, he was older with a light beard.

"Are you sure? We've been going hard all day." A second man complained, the youngest of the group with greasy short hair.

"Shut up and move." The third man said, he was in a biker jacket with a little longer hair. He brought up the rear as the first man cut through some foliage with his machete.

"No." The first man said, pulling apart some leaves and looking through the brush.

"What is it?" The second chimed in once again as the third pushed past him to look, too.

Before Rick, Daryl, and Randall was a large plantation, well known to them. But it was different from the last time they saw it.

It was full of zombies.