A.N.: Oh shit, chapter 10. Because of this, I have a surprise in store. Yeah, that's cheesy as shit. I was up at 2:00 am last night considering working on this chapter and then talking to myself about what's gonna happen here and in my other Walking Dead story. Ok, read on my dear people.

One Week Later

Maggie was keeping watch now. She had another time of not wanting to eat or sleep after they came back from Woodbury, but then she told herself to just get a grip. The world wasn't going to cater to her and her needs. Glenn wanted to find a way to assassinate the Governor. Still.

She saw a blonde head at the gate.

"Carl!" She whispered, "It's Andrea!" He went over to open the gate for her to get in.

Daryl aimed his bow at her, just in case.

"I came on my own!" She said.

T-Dog aimed his gun at her so Daryl could check her. She gave them her backpack. They walked her into the prison. She saw Carol, Glenn, Shane...Michonne.

"You know them?" Andrea asked her.

No response.

"What happened to the others?" She asked, "Herschel, Beth, Rick, Lori?"

"They all died," Carl said.

"And the baby?"

Silence.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry!" She said. They didn't want to hear that bullshit.

Michonne's eyes widened when she heard, "baby." She knew there was one! Just, what happened to it?

"Your boyfriend nearly raped Maggie!" Glenn shouted. "No, Phillip wouldn't do that,"

He rolled his eyes.

"You don't understand. Phillip isn't like that,"

"No!" Daryl shouted, "You don't understand! You're living with air conditioning and showers while we don't even have enough water to where we might have to drink our own piss!"

"Merle was part of it," Andrea said, bobbing her head in Merle's direction. They had him in one of the cells for the mean time.

She scoffed and walked outside. Michonne followed.

"I didn't know the messiah complex was contagious," she said.

"Oh, and you think you're much better? I thought we were friends,"

"You heard Daryl, we're practically living in a ditch compared to you,"

Andrea scoffed again and Michonne walked away with a sigh. Shane walked out to join her.

He put his arms around her waist and began to kiss her neck.

"No, I can't," she said, "Phillip,"

Shane shushed her and continued. His hand went down to her thigh. She bit her lip and said, "Okay,"

He led her over to the garage. Once they were inside, he shut it. It was dark, but that was fine for them. He was horny and Andrea would be a willing participant, so why the hell not?

They removed each other's clothing and he began to roughly thrust her against the wall.

Carl decided to go explore the tombs again. When he came across the boiler room, he walked past it. He didn't want to go in there. He didn't want to know what exactly he might see.

Oh, but he did want to know.

He turned back around and prepared himself to open the door. Just a turn of the knob and then he would know. He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it. He pushed the door open and regretted his decision.

He saw his mother, but not where they left her. She wasn't a walker, he shot her in the head.

She was sitting against the wall. It looked like a walker had already tried to eat her stomach. There was dried blood on the floor between her legs, her head, her hair, her shirt. She basically was just covered in blood.

Carl walked in, beginning to cry, and noticed the walker over on the other side of the room. It was dead, but somebody had to have killed it. Somebody had to have moved Lori.

He walked out, closing the door behind him. He wiped away the tears and walked back to their cell block.

"Daryl,"

"What?"

"You need to see something,"

Daryl was following him back into the tombs, but then Carl stopped.

"I think everyone needs to see this,"

Michonne, Glenn, Maggie, T-Dog, Carol, even Merle followed him.

"Open it," he said, referring to the door to the boiler room.

"Jesus," an anonymous voice whispered.

"Shane did this," Carol said.

"Motherfucker's got no sense," T said.

They left as quickly as possible.

They all were sitting down on the floor and the steps waiting for Shane to return.

Andrea did, however. Her hair was disheveled and she smelled of sex.

Of course.

"Andrea, you need to know something," Carol said.

"What?" She asked.

"It's about Shane,"

"What now?"

"He killed Rick,"

"He loved Rick,"

"No, he loved Lori,"

"I don't get-"

"Carl had to put her down after Maggie gave her a c-section,"

Andrea turned her head in confusion.

"She had a girl. And she lived,"

"I thought you said she didn't-"

"Shane killed her,"

"I need to go,"

"Good luck,"

And Andrea left.

Shane returned from wherever he was and asked, "Where'd Andrea go?"

"Back to Woodbury," Merle replied.

Daryl aimed his crossbow at Shane and shot an arrow at his chest. He reloaded and shot him again. Blood was pouring out of his wounds. He fell to the floor. Daryl got his gun out and walked over to his head so he could shoot him.

"Wait!" Carl shouted. He had his gun out. Daryl moved out of the way. He needed to do it.

"Carl, hey hey hey, don't do this. Ya know you don't have to do this. Ya don't have to-"

BANG!

He dropped down to the floor and cried. He wasn't sad though. He was happy.

"You did it," Daryl said.

Carol sat down next to Carl and hugged him.

Now they needed to deal with the Governor.

A.N.: So know we got that taken care of. Come on, I'm pretty sure we all knew Shane wouldn't make it to where season 3 is supposed to end. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. I'll be sure to update soon and please review!