Dale sat on top of his RV, pondering about what the group was going to do to Randall. They can't. I know Shane can, but Rick? Dale continued to sit on his lawn chair, observing the field. The moon shone brightly onto the grassy landscape. Dale stared into the woods as he thought he saw movement. Dale squinted and looked at something moving through the woods. Dale aimed his rifle at the being, but it disappeared into the forest. What the hell was that? Dale slung the rifle back over his shoulder and climbed down the RV.
"What're you doing, Dale?" A female voice called out.
Dale turned towards the woman. "Oh, I'm just gonna go for a walk."
"Are you sure you don't want anyone to come with you?"
Dale gave the woman a reassuring smile. "Lori, it's okay."
Lori chuckled and shook her head. Dale smiled and turned back towards the direction of the woods. He began to slowly walk through the field. After traveling halfway through the field, Dale heard a strange noise. Dale quickly pulled the rifle off of his shoulder and held it in both hands. He slowly crept towards what was making the noise. Dale moved closer to the source of the sound and saw a man lying on the ground.
"Dale, hel.." The man said, reaching towards him.
Dale recognized the man, but before he could do anything. He noticed the walker feasting on the man. He aimed his rifle at the walker, but the walker lunged at Dale, causing him to fall. The rifle fell out of his hands as he collapsed. He noticed the walker tugging at his feet and tried to crawl away, but the walker just kept pulling him towards it. Dale began yelling to get the group's attention.
"Help!" Dale yelled out.
Rick heard the familiar voice and lowered his gun. "Hold him."
Daryl acknowledged Rick and Shane ran out of the barn. They began to race towards Dale's cries for help. The walker climbed onto Dale and began to claw at him. Dale was barely holding the walker off, due to his weakness. His eyes widened as he noticed it's hands get closer to his abdomen. He closed his eyes and braced for death. He felt the walker pushed off of him and it's body fell to the side of him. He looked over and saw Rick beating it with his revolver.
"Thank you." Dale shuddered.
Rick turned towards Dale and held his hand out to him. Dale took his hand and stood to his feet. The rest of the group was running towards Dale and Rick.
"Dale! Are you alright?!" Glenn yelled.
"I'm okay, Glenn!" Dale yelled back.
Dale almost fell to the ground as Glenn charged into him, giving him a large hug. Dale hugged Glenn back and sighed to himself. Glenn let go and looked behind him at the rest of the group.
"Are you sure you're okay?" T-Dog asked.
"It's alright. I'm alright." Dale looked back towards the man. "Help him."
Rick noticed the man as well and held up his lantern. He recognized the man and stared in shock. Dale noticed footsteps running towards him and saw Hershel making his way towards them.
"What's going on?" Hershel said, panting.
"Hershel, it's Jimmy."
Hershel stood next to Rick and looked down at the body of Jimmy. He kneeled down and felt Jimmy's neck. He sighed and held his hand up to his eyes in sadness. The rest of the group just looked on as Hershel closed Jimmy's eyes.
"What now, Hershel?" Rick said, trying to think.
Hershel looked back towards Rick. "I'll tell Beth. I want you to bury him. We'll have a funeral for him in the morning at dawn."
Rick shook his head and Hershel shook his. Hershel stood to his feet and slowly walked back towards the farmhouse. Dale just watched Hershel walk away. After he was far enough away, he noticed his rifle on the ground and picked it up. A loud gunshot was heard and Dale looked behind him to see Rick holding his Colt Python with smoke emerging from the barrel. Dale walked up to Rick.
"Come on. We can finish this tomorrow."
Rick shook his head and followed Dale and the rest of the group back to the farmhouse. Glenn stopped as he realized something was wrong. He looked at Dale and then back at the place where he fell. He walked over to the spot where Dale fell and saw his fisherman's hat. He picked it up and held it tightly in his hands. If you exist, don't you dare try to take him away again, God. Glenn turned around and followed the group back to the farmhouse, as well as the makeshift campsite. Dale walked towards the RV, but before he could climb up the ladder, Lori stopped him and hugged him.
"Please don't do that again." Lori said, with tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Lori." Dale said, patting her on the back.
Lori let go and looked at Dale. She sighed. "We still have Randall to deal with."
"We're going to let him go. I'm not letting Rick just execute him, like an animal."
Dale heard footsteps behind him and he knew exactly who it was. He sighed and turned around to see Shane.
"Hey, Lori. Can Dale and I talk for a minute?"
Lori nodded and walked away.
"Come on, let's talk in the RV, or are you too scared?"
Dale didn't say anything. Instead, he just walked towards his Winnebago and opened the door. He walked inside and Shane followed him inside with a lantern. They sat down at the table. Shane sighed and chuckled.
"You were damn lucky that thing killed Jimmy and not you."
Dale just stared at Shane.
Shane chuckled once more. "I wish I could send a whole army of those walkers after you, but I can't. Yeah, you can tell Rick what I'm telling you now, but he won't believe you."
"He'll listen to reason."
"Will he? He seems pretty confident in his decision. I say he's makin' the right one."
Dale just stared at Shane once more.
Shane sighed in frustration. "We're gettin' this thing done and there's nothing you can do about it, you understand?"
Dale didn't respond.
"You damn stubborn old man." Shane shook his head. "I don't care about what happens to you, but Lori ain't goin' anywhere. Yeah, I know you've been talking to her, about me."
"You could kill me now. Why don't you?"
Shane chuckled. "See, I'm not that stupid. I would be caught then.
Dale just stared at Shane with disbelief.
Shane looked away and sighed. He stood up and grabbed his lantern. "I'm gonna make sure you don't survive the next day." Shane said, pointing his finger.
Shane dimmed the lantern and exited the RV, leaving Dale in darkness. What am I going to do?