Fan Fiction The Walking Dead – Shane slaying Rick

Part 2

By Dan Pettersson

Shane was panting and his stride became increasingly longer as he made haste for Hershel's farm. "That old fossil could choke on his damn farm", Shane thought. All this mess had started here and here it could all end.

Lori looked around her self and realized that Carl was nowhere to be found. They had all heard gunshots in the night and gotten nervous gazing out in the dark from the porch. Carl had been by her side just moments ago.

Then there was a sound, like a murmuring coming closer. Then Shane appeared as from thin air. He had blood running from his nose and it had dripped all over his shirt. Stricken with shock his face looked pale with cold eyes of iron. He struggled to catch his breath.

"We… We gotta move out! They are coming! Hundreds of them!"

Lori was frozen. Her eyes caught Shane's attention.

"Shane, where's Rick?", her voice was almost faint as a whisper.

"Where is Carl?"

Lori stared at his face waiting for an answer but Shane's lips where shut tight and his gaze turned away to the ground.

"They got bit… Lori, they are dead."

Maggie and Glenn where dumbstruck by the news. Then they suddenly heard a noise in the distant. The crying and frantic mutter of a horse was echoing. It fell and the crying turned to moans drawing closer.

"There! I can see them!", cried Glenn, "We got to get to the cars now!"

In a few moment Shane had picked up Lori that laid collapsed on the wooden floor of the porch. He held her and made it to the little white SUV. T-Dog was following behind and jumped in the back with a duffel bag filled with ammo and some pistols.

Hershel picked up his rifle and started firing at the walkers trespassing on his farm. As soon as the first shoot rang out the walkers stopped there random threading and turned and started off in direction of the house. The came from all directions it was plain to hear. For each flash from the barrel they lit up for a moment and was instantly hidden again.

"Come on let's go man! Drive!", T-dog shouted.

"Hold up one second", Shane said, "I'll be back."

He swung the door open and called out for Andrea. She was nowhere to be found. He ran back to the house and saw Hershel blasting feverishly. Patricia was standing beside him biting her hand in fear. Shane was about 20 feet away from the porch when a walker suddenly appeared behind the couple and Patricia was lost. Shane rushed the steps and grabbed on to Hershel that was holding on to his wife for dear life.

As he was leading Hershel down the porch Patricia was made in to a bloody mess attracting more hungry predators in the night.

Glenn, Maggie, Andrea and Beth where collecting needed supplies and pushing them in to the second car. Shane passed them by as he stowed Hershel in the backseat next to T-Dog. Darryl pulled up on his motorcycle casting a gaze of eeriness at Shane. Carrol had climbed up at his back and they were driving off. Shane called out to Glenn to start driving and shortly after he also drove of leaving the farm behind.

First when the cars had started moving down the road Lori had started screaming. Her nails tore up her arms and scratched her face as she shook and went manic with grief. The other passengers held her and tried to calm her. Hershel was all to calm for a man that had just lost his wife. But he had been thru a lot in his life including loss of loved ones. Lori was crying in silence all thru the night. Shane could do nothing but staring at the lights in front of him as they where going down the dark countryside without any plan on how they would face the day to come.