The day passed by and nothing could be found on Randall. Not a single trace as to how he disappeared. Dale was on one of Hershel's couches, feeling his sprained leg. He could see Rick talking with Shane outside. He knew what they were talking about. They wanted to know where Randall went.

Rick observed the sun and noticed it was starting to fall behind the mountain. Shane tapped him on the shoulder.

"Look, I found a trail, but you have to follow me."

"Are you sure? Can you show me?"

"Come on."

Rick followed Shane to the edge of the woods and saw footprints. "Told you."

Rick nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Rick heard footsteps behind him and saw T-Dog, Glenn, and Daryl coming towards them.

"You found somethin'?" Daryl said, looking at Rick.

"Yeah, but if we're going to find Randall, we need to split up. We'll be able to cover more ground that way."

"Ok, so who's goin' with who?"

"Shane comes with me. T-Dog, Glenn, you guys go with Daryl and see what you can find."

"On it." T-Dog said, following Glenn and Daryl into the woods.

"You first, buddy." Shane said, pointing in another direction.

Rick was skeptical, but went in the direction where Shane was pointing anyway. Rick sighed and walked into the woods, with Shane closely behind him.

After an hour of walking through the woods, Shane and Rick came across a large field. Rick started to walk across it, but at about the halfway point, he noticed Shane stop. Rick stopped and held his hand tightly on his revolver. He heard an all too familiar click and turned around. Just as he figured, his best friend was holding him at gunpoint.

"Is this where you wanted to do it?" Rick said, beginning to feel saddened.

"It's a good place as any."

Rick paused. "Why, brother, why?"

"Like I said, Lori's my problem, not yours. Get your hand away from your gun."

Rick raised his other hand in the air as well. Shane began to walk towards him.

"Listen, I'm going to hand it to you, ok?" Rick said, carefully reaching for his revolver.

Shane, with wide eyes, kept his gun locked on Rick, ready to fire. Rick slowly pulled out his revolver and began to hand it towards Shane. Shane looked confused for a moment and took his eyes off of Rick. Rick knew he had an opportunity. He quickly flipped it and fired at Shane. Shane staggered back and screamed in pain. Rick noticed that he had shot off Shane's right ear. Shane fired back at Rick, but due to his pain, he missed every shot. Rick fired at Shane again, this time, hitting him in the abdomen. Rick walked up to Shane, trying to hold his tears back.

"This was you! Not me!" Rick said, as he began to choke Shane.

A minute passed and Rick killed Shane. Rick paused for a moment and looked at his revolver. He began to wail as he realized what he had just done. He took a couple deep breaths and staggered to his feet. He heard another all too familiar click and turned around; it was his son, Carl. Carl had his pistol trained on his father.

"Carl, listen. It's not what it looks like."

Rick began to move towards his son with extreme caution. He looked at Carl's eyes and only saw fear. Carl fired a gunshot and Rick closed his eyes for a moment. He quickly realized that he wasn't dead. He turned around to see Shane's body fall to the ground. The disease. Carl eyes began to well up and he ran into his father's arms.

"It's okay, Carl. It's okay." Rick said, tugging at his son.

"He…He."

"I know, son. Let's get back to camp and never speak of what happened today."

Carl slightly nodded and Rick gave a small smile. Rick began walking back towards the farm, with Carl next to him.

After about a minute of walking, Rick felt that something was off. He didn't know how to explain it, something was just off about the property. He had a sudden urge to look behind him and when he did, his mouth opened widely.

"Carl, come on, don't stop running!" Rick yelled, running towards the house.

Rick quickly realized that there were walkers making their way towards the house as well. Rick diverted towards the barn and shut its doors. Walkers were beginning to pound on the barn door, trying to get inside. Rick looked through the cracks of the old wood and could see Hershel and Daryl clearly arming themselves, but he couldn't see anything else.

Dale hobbled onto the porch and was shocked at how many walkers he saw. They were coming in from all directions. Dale saw quick movement near the barn and he aimed his sniper rifle towards the two people. His eyes grew wide as he knew who they were. Rick and Carl? Where the hell is Shane? Dale lowered his rifle to see Daryl loading his crossbow and Hershel placing shells into his shotgun.

"Hershel, we need to go." A female voice called out.

"This is my farm, I'll die here." Hershel said, determined.

"Well, it's a good night as any." Daryl said, optimistically.

Before a conversation could continue, the barn caught fire. Dale knew that Carl and Rick wouldn't be able to survive that. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and hobbled towards his RV, with T-Dog following him.

"T? Don't help me, I'm fine."

"Really? You going alone, with that leg? Uh Uh." T-Dog said, holding his hand out for the keys.

Dale reluctantly handed T-Dog the keys and they both entered the RV. Dale sat in the passenger seat and groaned in pain. T-Dog started the RV and noticed that Glenn and everyone else, except for Hershel were getting into vehicles. He couldn't tell where Lori, Patricia, and Beth were however. Daryl started his motorcycle and led the charge towards the barn, with the RV in tow. Daryl stopped T-Dog in his tracks.

"T!"

T-Dog opened his window. "Yeah?"

"Rick or Shane must've started that fire. Go around and try to pick them up. Go now!"

T-Dog didn't hesitate. He drove towards the barn and saw Rick and Carl. Rick was yelling and pointing towards the ground. T-Dog understood and stopped underneath Rick and his son. As Rick and Carl boarded the RV, Dale heard walkers pounding on the RV door. That's not going to hold. Dale opened his passenger window.

"Rick, Carl, hold on!"

Rick knew what Dale meant and ducked Carl down.

"Go, T, go!" Dale yelled.

T-Dog drove once more and drove the RV around the barn and back towards the farmhouse. T-Dog stopped in front of the farmhouse and opened his window.

"Hershel, come on, man!" T-Dog yelled.

Hershel didn't even acknowledge T-Dog and continued to fire wildly. Rick and Carl climbed down the ladder.

"Carl, get in the RV, I'll meet you there."

Carl nodded and entered the RV. Rick noticed walkers closing in on Hershel. He killed the walkers, but ran out of ammo. Hershel stared at Rick.

"They don't stop coming, Rick!"

"Hershel, did you see Lori?"

"Yes, she left with Beth, Maggie and Glenn. Patricia didn't make it."

"Did you see where she was going?"

"No!"

Rick sighed and noticed that the vehicles containing his group disappeared. "We've gotta go.

"It's my farm, I'm staying." Hershel said, failing at his attempts to fight Rick.

"Come on!"

Rick opened the door and Hershel reluctantly entered. Rick quickly followed him and urged for T-Dog to drive. T-Dog hesitated, but began to drive. Hershel walked to the back of the RV towards his farm. He saw the barn collapse and the walkers begin to make their way onto his property. Hershel couldn't help but cry as the farm quickly became distant.

Dale turned to face Carl and Rick at the dinner table. Carl was clearly crying and Rick was holding Carl in his arms. Dale sighed and looked ahead of him, hoping that others made it to the highway.