Vatos

Jim was digging holes. Dale noticed this first, and was quick to inform the others of their companion's strange behavior. The others were still not back yet after going into the city looking for Merle and the bag of guns. Ingrid and Andrea were debating whether or not they would find him alive. This was just before the crowd gathered to witness Jim's breakdown firsthand.

After the Jim situation had boiled over, Felicia, Teeth following close behind, took the opportunity to track down Shane. "Shane," she tried, following him to the center of the camp.

"What?" he demanded, finally acknowledging her as he stooped to pick up his gun.

"Are you okay?" Felicia asked, wincing as she realized how lame that had sounded.

"What do you mean?" Shane responded, still not making eye contact.

"Well, you just…" Now that she had his attention, she wasn't sure what to say. "I don't know. Looks like something's bothering you."

"I'm fine," Shane snapped. "It's Jim you should be worried about."
"Yeah, well," Felicia replied dryly, "I'm not worried about Jim."

Shane finally turned to her. "Look," he said, "I get what you're tryin' to do, but just stop."

"But yesterday- I saw you and Lori-"

"I said, drop it," Shane told her. And with that, he spun on his heel and walked briskly away. Now knowing how touchy of a subject this was, Felicia sighed, put a hand on Teeth's head, and headed in the opposite direction.

Ingrid and Sophia were situated in Ed's tent, both looking extremely uncomfortable in the heat, with Ed watching them like some sort of predatory animal. The fact that his face looked like it had been put through a meat grinder was not making the situation any less horrific.

Carol then arrived to announce that she and the girls were going to a fish fry later that day. Sophia quickly followed her out of the tent, and Ed grabbed Ingrid's wrist, telling her to stay there. She contorted out of his grip, taking a step backward and following the others.

Felicia squinted past the fire to get a look at all the attendees just as she was passed a plate of cooked fish. Shane hadn't spoken to her since their prior conversation, but due to Ingrid forcing herself into the circle with Carol and Sophia following bashfully, she was jammed up next to him. She looked at him sheepishly as her hip brushed his, but he did nothing besides tense slightly. Thankfully, in the twilight, it was impossible to see her blushing. Amy announced that she had to pee and left for the RV, giving the group a little more breathing room and easing the tension somewhat. Felicia focused on her fish, giving some of it to Teeth, who snapped it up happily.

Amy emerged from the RV, and suddenly chaos erupted as she was attacked by a walker, a large number of others pouring in. Shane sprang into action, grabbing his gun, and Felicia, heart pounding but unsure what to do, got up and turned in a circle to make sure she wasn't cornered. Though she wasn't, one was rapidly approaching, but luckily Teeth barreled into it, bringing it down before it could get at her. Not wanting to take any further risks, Felicia tore away from the campsite, Teeth following close behind. She dove into a tent, zipping the two of them in rapidly and trying to get her breathing under control as she listened to the pandemonium outside. More footsteps as someone- presumably Rick and the others from the city- entered the camp to aid the rest.

Ingrid wasn't so tactical. Unsure where her mother and sister had gone, she scrambled to her feet and, unthinking, headed in the direction of the vehicles. Anyone with half a brain would have known not to wade right into the oncoming Walkers, but Ingrid couldn't be called the most logical of people. She bashed a Walker ungracefully in the face as she went, but didn't do it right and just ended up making it mad, which led it to come after her.

She had only made it a little farther when her ankle turned and she tripped, sprawling on the ground and getting covered in dirt. Her crowbar went flying out of her grip. She rolled onto her back, coming face-to-face with the Walker. Her eyes widened, her ears rang, and she froze. That was when someone fired a shot clean through its head, and the creature died, falling on top of her. Doing the only thing she could think of, Ingrid pulled the corpse over her body, holding her breath, and played dead. Fighting was happening all around, but all she could do now was take shelter beneath the Walker corpse and hope she could stay camouflaged.

Felicia had torn off in the direction of the RV, and Shane watched her go, emotions playing across his face. He made as if to follow the blonde girl, but then noticed that Ingrid had fallen and moved to help her, shooting the Walker that was towering over her. When he looked for Felicia again, she was nowhere in sight, and he swore before moving to address the next Walker.

That was when he saw that Rick, T-Dog, Glenn, and Daryl had arrived and were pitching in. Merle wasn't with them. But with their help, the survivors were able to fend off the dead.

The next few hours were dark, in more ways than one. Amy was dead. Ed was dead. Andrea was hysterical. This was as Jim realized the true purpose of the holes he'd been digging, and a collective sickness came over the camp.