The next morning, Shane woke Jane with a few taps on her tent. Jane was dressed and stepped out of ready to go. She left Emily in the care of Lori and Carl and headed off with Shane, Andrea and Rick for shooting practice.

Shane drove them a ways away from the farm to keep the noise from attracting walkers to the others. There were various cans and bottles set up on a fence for target practice. Rick and Andrea were both confident enough on their own, and they promptly moved down the range and started shooting.

Shane wanted to go over some basics with Jane, who had learned everything she knew about guns in the time since the walkers started. Guns used to scare her before, a luxury she didn't have now.

Shane stood behind Jane and had her get into shooting position. Shane carefully kicked Jane's legs out into the correct stance and leveled her arms to the target. "You know how to shoot right? Squeeze the trigger slowly - always slow."

Jane nodded and squeezed the trigger, aiming for a large glass bottle. She missed. Having Shane watch her was making her nervous.

"Close," Shane barked at her. "But what if that was a walker? He'd still be coming at you. Now aim and do it again."

Jane shook her head slightly at Shane's tone, even though she expected Shane to be this gruff, and aimed. She hit the bottle at its fattest part and it shattered.

"Good! Now do it again!' yelled Shane

Andrea looked over at Shane and Jane. She recalled her frustration with Shane when he was teaching her how to shoot. She had learned quickly, partially to shut him up. She watched him as he touched Jane, adjusting her stance as necessary, and she felt a flash of jealously. What she and Shane had wasn't really anything except sex, but she knew enough about him to guess he wouldn't hesitate to add Jane to his repertoire if she was game.

Jane didn't seem to be game though. Andrea noticed how she and Daryl interacted, and she had a feeling there was something there. Daryl sought Jane out, which was a novelty considering he spent much of his time avoiding significant contact with the rest of them. Andrea didn't mind Jane much. Jane could take care of herself, which was a nice change from Lori and Carol who didn't even carry weapons. Shane caught Andrea watching him and raised his eyebrow at her. She flashed him a fake smile and turned back to target practice.

Jane shot for about ten minutes and she could feel her confidence rising. Shane was a bit of a taskmaster, but Jane responded to it by shutting his voice out and focusing. She was getting more direct hits and picking off smaller cans. She wasn't as good a shot as Andrea or Rick, but she told herself as long as she could take down a walker she was good to go.

Shane called for a rest when he noticed Jane's arms shaking and everyone sat in the shade, passing around a canteen of water. "Hey Rick, how are we on ammo?" Andrea asked.

Rick grimaced slightly. "Truth be told, we're pretty low. We haven't needed much being on Hershel's land, but we got to face that we are going to need more soon. We need to have a talk about where that is going to come from, and how we're going to get it."

Shane grumbled. "We could just head to Fort Benning."

Jane rolled her eyes. Andrea shot her a hard stare and Jane met her look. Rick spoke. "Shane, we know that might be an option, but after the CDC we should be hesitant to make big moves based on conjecture. We've got to work with what we've got, and right now we've got a safe place."

"That won't be forever Rick, and we all know it. Better to gain the upper hand and get a move on."

"We're not going to change any of that today boys. Let's head back and we can talk to the others," said Andrea. Andrea stood, ending the discussion, and started walking towards the car. Jane also stood, brushed her jeans off and tucked her gun into the back of her pants.

Shane drove them back in silence and Jane imagined she could see the anger rising off of him. She liked Shane enough, but his temper was a liability. His relationship with Rick and Lori kept him in check slightly but Jane was still wary of him. He seemed unhinged sometimes and unstable and armed meant a plethora of possibilities for danger.

The group arrived back to Hershel's as lunch was ready at camp. Emily raced towards the car as soon as she saw Jane step out, and the two had their usual sloppy kiss-filled reunion. Lunch was peanut butter sandwiches on stale bread. Daryl watched Jane feed Emily ½ of her sandwich and noted that he should go hunting tomorrow for more meat.

Rick broached the topic of ammunition as they ate. "Ya'll, we're getting low on bullets. Now we don't need many right now, but we all know we need a good supply at all times. It's the difference between life and death out here."

Dale spoke first. "You're right Rick, but where do things stand with Hershel? We know we're here on an extended invitation, and that invite can be rescinded at any time. How are we going to handle this with him?"

Rick thought for a moment. "We are here day to day and we've got to be ready to defend ourselves, here or back out there. We can't let this farm lull us into complacency and Hershel bears no mind to that. We've got to stay sharp, and that means supplies and weapons. Hershel will expect us to move on sometime and it's better that we think about that now. For now we keep ourselves stocked up and keep the peace with Hershel's people."

"Maggie says her dad isn't sure what he wants to do anymore. He doesn't want us here but he can't bring himself to ask us to leave. She says she doesn't think she can change his mind to let us stay." Glenn looked sad as he shared this news, and Jane wondered who Maggie would choose if she had to make the choice between her father and Glenn.

Carol spoke softly. "Hershel showed me a kindness, letting me stay in his house like that. I don't think he's all bad. I have hope that he might let us live here."

Daryl squinted his face at Carol's words, a look that only Jane caught. The he spoke up. "I know a place, about quarter day's ride from here. We passed it awhile back - small town with a gun store. Odds are, town that small, supplies are still intact."

Rick considered Daryl's information. "Sounds like it's worth a shot. Daryl, are you willing to take the trip with me and bring back supplies?"

Daryl shook his head. "I'll do it on Merle's bike. It's faster that way, easier to move on the roads. I don't need anyone else with me."

"Two people can carry more ammo" said Shane, and Rick nodded. "He's right Daryl."

"All the same, Rick, I'm not liking the thought of you riding behind me on that thing." Daryl turned to Jane. "You up for it? Machete and crossbow are quiet weapons, won't bring any walkers down on us."

Jane considered for a moment, and silently hoped she wasn't blushing. 'Sure, I can do it. How long you think we'll be?"

"'Bout a day, there and back. If we leave early in the morning we'll be back before dark."

"Okay" Jane replied. "Let's do that. Carl - can you look after Emily? She doesn't like being separated from me for too long, so she'll need lots of fetch and belly rubs to keep her distracted. Will you do that for me?"

Carl grinned, and turned his face up towards his mom. Lori smiled at him and nodded. 'Sure! I'll keep her busy!"

"Okay then. Thank you Carl." Jane looked at Daryl and then Rick. "Tomorrow?"

Daryl nodded. "We'll leave tomorrow when it gets light. Be ready to go. I ain't dragging your ass out of bed."

"You're welcome" Jane said, and tucked the rest of her sandwich into her mouth.