The Walking Dead./Lead up to the final stand off (Alternative)

The air was bitter, thick with mystery, and looking down on the frost bitten ground was a looming night sky; dimly lit with the sheer presence of the moon. Daryl liked the atmosphere at night, he sat still, motionless, his eyes scanned the tree line watching for movement of any kind. He could feel his body fighting the cold, although as he sat on Hershel's rocking chair (his loaded crossbow precariously balanced on his knee) he became uncomfy and restless; time had gotten the better of him "alright, i'm done." he mumbled. "I ain't stayin' out here any longer freezing my ass off, getting bored of looking at the same damn field anyway." Daryl grunted as he removed him self from Hershel's weathered rocking chair, he gave one sharp whistle to Theodore who was sat directly above him in the study room window,
and then he retreated to his tent, giving only a nonchalant wave over his shoulder to the house and whoever else was 'keeping watch'. Theodore finished watching Daryl dissapear into the tree's. He followed Daryl's lead: "Bed time, things look fine for the night" he said optomistically, but as he got up from his crooked stool he noticed the cattle bunch up; their movements unusual and desperate. 'stupid cows' he thought, smirking as if he was proud of a far greater intelligence.

Theodore proceeded to leave the study, he turned the brass knob of the door and shunted it open; the old farm doors took a little force to open in their old age. Quite content he carefully tiptoed across the landing, cautious not to awake any members of the group already in slumber (sleep was hard to come by in their current situation).
He eventually reached the stairwell without maiking too much noise, however, before he could even put his foot down on the first step, he noticed a prominent dark figure sat slumped at the bottom against the wall staring directly up the stairs. The house was silent; the only noise was the faint mutterings emanating from the figures mouth.
Theodore froze, he saw the figure move slightly; the darkness around him becoming un settled, the chant like mutterings stopped dead. "Hey, you alright man?" called out Theodore timidly "what the hell are you doing awake?" the figure snapped back.
At this point Theodore knew exactlly who it was... Shane. He got up stiffly, using the wall as support; his holstered gun leaving a huge scratch on the wall as he rose to his feet.
Before Theodore could descend the stairs Shane was already a quater of the way up, forcing Theodore to make way for him. As Shane passed he stoped at the top and stared at Theodore for a second "problem?" Shane questioned coldly.
"I'm waiting for you to get the hell outta' my way!" retaliated Theodore jokingly,
shane stared blankly at him, as if to dismiss all ideas of friendship between them, Shane gave one last grunt then pushed pass Theodore; locking shoulders.
As he walked off Theodore wasn't quite surewhat just happened.
He paused for a second in thought...
"What the hell, these damn people crazy, if i don't get munched on by the walkers then im sure as hell gonna get my ass beat by one of these crazy ass holes"
after groaning about Shanes attitude he carried on downstairs and also retired for the night. The house was now asleep, no one on guard, no one awake, no one prepared.