AN: Hey y'all, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I've had writer's block for this story and like everything except for "Gone".

Chapter 11:

"Where's Carl?" Vanessa asked her sister.

"He was here a minute ago..."

"Carl!" Vanessa called.

"I saw him headed to the woods with Tiffany," Andrea said. Vanessa ran to the woods and saw the blonde talking in a hushed tone to her nephew.

"Aunt 'Nessa," Carl said gleefully.

"Hey, Carl," she smiled. "Why don't you head back to camp, it's not safe in these woods." He didn't argue, instead, he ran back to his mother. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"We were just having a little chat," Tiffany giggled.

"Don't speak to my nephew. Ever."

"What are you going to do about it, bitch?" Tiffany used all of her strength, which was surprisingly quite a bit, to hold Vanessa to a tree by her shoulders.

"Ow, fuck," Vanessa cursed, as the tree bark dug into her flesh.

"Aw does that hurt?" Tiffany bashed Vanessa's head against the tree before she pulled a small blade from her belt and touched it to Vanessa's throat. "With you gone, Shane'll be all mine," she ran the blade across Vanessa's skin lightly, but she still drew a little bit of blood. "I think I should let you die slowly. Hm, where to cut you…Oh, I know," Tiffany used the blade to slice across the half conscious Vanessa's wrists.

Blood flowed freely from each wound, and stained the dirt. Tiffany released her hold on Vanessa, and she fell to the ground, unable to stand with the quick blood loss, and the head injury.

"Have you seen 'Nessa?" Shane asked Andrea, who was on watch. As much as Andrea wanted to ignore Shane, she simply couldn't. She had seen Vanessa, and if something had happened to her, Shane would probably kill the whole camp.

"She went looking for Carl in the woods. That way," she pointed in the general direction Vanessa went.

"Thanks."

Shane quickly jogged in that direction. Once he hit the tree line, he began to softly call out Vanessa's name. There was nothing. Just silence and the occasional bird chirp. There was a groaning sound. Shane jumped and turned in that direction. He prepared his knife, knowing no to use his gun unless he had to. A lone walker came stumbling out, and Shane stabbed it in the head.

"Vanessa!" he called out again, louder this time.

Again he heard groaning, but it was coming from the opposite direction. He followed the sound until he came across what looked like an immobilized walker. Once he looked closer, he saw that it was Vanessa, covered in blood. Shane dropped to his knees and moved her hair out of her face, to take a closer look.

"You found me…" her bloodied hand streaked across his face, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

"I'm here baby," he said as he lifted her from the ground, ever so carefully. He took quick strides back to the farm. If he could get her there Hershel could save her, couldn't he? He looked down at his lover, her eyes were closed, and her face pale. "Hershel! Hershel!" Shane shouted as he made his way to the steps.

Instead of Hershel, Patricia opened the door.

"What happened?" the blonde asked.

"I…I don't know," Shane started to cry…actually cry, because it had just hit him, he could lose her.

"Bring her in. I'll see what we can do…" she replied. "Hershel!"

The old man came hobbling in, and took one look at Vanessa, her head had fallen back onto Shane's arm and her dark hair was spilling everywhere.

"What on earth happened to her?" he asked.

"I found her like this…" Shane replied.

"Bring her in here," he led Shane into the same room Carl was in with his gun wound.

Shane set her down as gently as possible. It was as if she was a porcelain doll and he would break her.

"What's her blood type?"

"I'm…I'm not sure…Lori would know."

"Go ask her then. We don't have much time."

Shane ran out the door as fast as he could.

"Lori! Lori!"

"Yes?" Lori asked as she made her way out of her and Rick's tent.

"What's Vanessa's blood type?"

"What's happened to her?"

"Answer the damn question!" he snapped.

"A positive, same as mine."

"C'mon! She needs you!" Lori hurried into the house.

"Take whatever you need," she told Hershel.

"Do you have any diseases or blood disorders?"

"I'm anemic."

"I can't take blood from you."

"Carl and Rick have A positive too," Lori told Shane. No sooner was he again off.

"Rick! Carl!"

"Shane we need to keep our voices-" Rick started but he stopped when he saw tears rolling down Shane's cheeks. Shane never cried. Ever.

"It's Vanessa…I need your blood…"

"Say no more," Rick ran into the house and already had his sleeve rolled up. He sat in an available chair, and Hershel stuck a needle in Rick's arm, then Vanessa's.

"I have to sew up her wrists. Is there any reason she'd do this to herself?"

"No. There's no way Vanessa would even consider suicide, she's not like that…"

Hershel began to sew her wrists.

"Then somebody did this…somebody that wanted her to die very slowly."

"Tiffany," Lori said, she herself didn't want to believe it, but she knew it was true. They all did, in fact. Shane left the room again and ran outside.

"Follow him, please," Rick said to Lori, given he was still giving Vanessa blood.

Lori nodded and left her little sister's side to follow Shane. By the time she got to him, he had Tiffany held against a tree by her throat.

"You can't do this," Lori told him.

"The hell I can't! She tried to kill 'Nessa!"

"This isn't the way Shane," Lori was always against the death penalty for any reason.

Shane dropped his grip and the blonde fell to the ground, before running away.

"I could lose her, Lori. She could…" more tears streaked Shane's face. Nobody had ever seen Shane in such a state. He was the type of guy who bottled up all of his emotions.

"Hershel's gonna fix her up," Lori tried to sound confident. They both knew that Vanessa had lost a lot of blood her fate was up in the air at the moment. She may live, but it was very possible she could die too.