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The Walking Dead: Survival of Shane

Chapter Ten-Call

Shane woke up from his sleep, the familiar crying of a newborn piercing his ears. He stood up, sloppily walking out of his cell. He followed the sound of the baby, finding her with Beth, Carl, and Daryl, the hunter holding her gently as he fed her a bottle.

"Didn't think you'd be the gentle type," Shane said. "She seems to really like you."

"I'm awesome, what can I say?" Daryl replied with a smile. "Ain't tha' right, Lil' Ass Kicker?"

"'Ass-Kicker'?" Shane laughed. "That her name now?"

"It's a good fit," Carl laughed.

Shane watched Daryl feed the baby, feeling oddly content with the sight. He never saw Daryl as the baby type; when he first met him, he thought he was just some racist, foul mouthed scum bag. He realized that he couldn't have been more wrong, especially after the incident with Sophia. He then remembered Carol; he hadn't seen her in a while.

"Where's Carol?" Shane asked. "I'd've thought she would have been glued to the baby's side."

The three of them looked down, the laughter stopping. Daryl looked up at him. "She's gone," Daryl told him. "She was with T-Dog."

Shane looked down, ashamed. He was so wrapped up in Lori and Rick, he hadn't realized that Carol was gone. She was with them since the beginning, she watched with them as the government dropped napalm on Atlanta. And now she was gone.

"I'm sorry, Daryl," Shane said. "I didn't realize."

"S'alright," Daryl said. "Ya got a lot on your plate right now as it is."

Shane sat with the three of them, taking turns holding the unnamed baby. They did this until Rick came back, his hair slicked back from sweat. He walked over to the group. "How is it?" he asked.

"She's good," Beth told him, handing him the baby. "Dad says she really healthy."

"That's good." Rick took the baby, looking at with soft eyes. "She's beautiful."

"Come up with a name yet?" Daryl asked. "Lil' Ass Kicker here's gonna need one."

"'Lil' Ass Kicker?" Rick asked with a smile.

"Daryl thinks we should name her that," Carl told him.

"And what were you thinking?" Shane asked.

"Lori," Carl said. "Andrea. Carol. Sophia."

Rick looked at his son. "Well, whatever you're gonna name her, do it fast. If you don't, we'll just have to name her Lil' Ass Kicker."

"I will," Carl told him with a laugh.

Rick handed the baby to Carl, then looked at Shane. "I need to talk to you."

"Sure," Shane replied. "Lead the way."

Shane followed Rick outside, walking up to the fence. Shane could see Axel talking with Guillermo and Big Tiny, while Felipe, Miguel, and Oscar killed Walkers that were clawing at the fence.

"Listen Rick, I-" Shane began.

"No," Rick interrupted. "This isn't about the baby."

Shane looked at him, confused. "Then what's this about?"

"I got a call," Rick told him.

"A call? What do you mean a call?"

"On a phone, deep in the prison. Someone called us."

Shane squinted his eyes in doubt. "Rick, that's not possible. Phone's haven't worked in the last year."

"I know," Rick told him. "But these people, the one's who called, they say they have a safe place."

"We have a safe place, Rick. This prison." Shane raised his hands to emphasize his point.

"They said they have no Walkers. They said they have food, clean water, protection. All they need is people."

"Rick, you feelin' alright?" Shane asked. "You-"

"It's alright." Shane looked behind, finding Hershel standing there, his crutches helping support himself. "Just listen to him Shane."

"Hershel was there," Rick told him. "He heard it too."

Shane looked back at Rick, then back at Hershel. "That true?"

"Rick let me speak to them," he told him. Shane could tell from the look in the old man's eyes that he was trying to tell him to just agree with him.

"I'm gonna go back," Rick said. "Just in case they call. Just wanted everyone to know I'm alright."

"Alright," Shane said. "Hopefully they're telling the truth."

Shane watched as Rick left, back to the place where Lori died. When he was out of sight, Shane turned to Hershel.

"Phone call?"

"He's hallucinating," Hershel confirmed. "With everything he's gone through, it's not a surprise."

"We've gotta tell the others," Shane told him. "If Rick's losin' his head-"

"He'll be fine," Hershel told him. "He's a strong man, he'll come back from this."

Shane stared at him, then looked back where Rick entered the prison. "Yeah, I guess you're right. If I can come back, then he sure as hell can."

"Now," Hershel said, "I would like to see the baby. Make sure they're actually feedin' her, instead of just making funny faces."


"You go on," Shane told him. "I'm gonna go help the others with the fence."

Shane went over to the Felipe, Miguel, and Oscar, who stabbed the Walkers that were gnawing at the fence with crowbars and metal pipes. "This is actually kind of fun," Oscar said with a dark laugh. "Kinda like whack-a-mole."

"That's dark, dude," Miguel breathed out, obviously tired.

"I'll take over," Shane told him. "You take a break."

"Thanks." Miguel handed him his crowbar, and Shane began stabbing the few Walkers that were left.
Once the Walkers were dead, and the area was clear, Shane called over Big Tiny to help in hauling the bodies away.

"Where we puttin' them?" the giant asked.

"Far from here," Shane told him. "We're gonna load as many of them into one of the trucks and drop them off somewhere else."

After piling as many of the bodies into the largest truck, the two drove, Shane driving and Big-Tiny in the passengers seat. Shane could feel the large man's weight as he felt the truck sinking; this guy would certainly be useful. The two drove in awkward silence, looking for a place to dump the bodies.

Shane turned on a dirt road path into the woods. He didn't want to pile the bodies on the road, and he didn't want to leave the bodies where people would see them; if people saw piles of dead Walkers, that would tell them that there was place with people, and they didn't want to attract attention. At least not yet.

Shane stopped the car and got out, closing the door behind him. He heard Big-Tiny do the same. "Come on," Shane said. "Let's get these ugly bastards off our pretty truck."

Shane grabbed one of the Walkers, throwing it off the truck. He watched as Big-Tiny grabbed a Walker and effortlessly threw it near a tree. "So, do you know what caused this?" Big-Tiny asked. "The Walkers, I mean."

Shane took another Walker and threw it off the truck. "No idea," Shane told him. "We know it's in the brain, but that's about it."

"Guillermo told us that you come back no matter what; that true?"

Shane threw another Walker off the truck. "Yeah, it's true. It's a shame, it really is."

"What do you think caused it?" Big-Tiny asked. "A virus?"

"That's my opinion," Shane told him. "Some people said it was God punishing us. One guy said it was Nazi's, if you can believe that!"

"Nazi's? Really? That's funny!"

"Yeah, it was. You wanna know something else? I actually saw a Walker dressed as a Nazi once. It's face was all rotted to hell." He looked back at the truck, seeing four Walkers left.

"Ya gotta love Nazi's," Big-Tiny laughed. "My cousin, he was a stand up comic, he always loved using using Nazi's and the KKK in his jokes!"

"They were funny people," Shane agreed.

"I never thought so." Shane turned around at the sudden voice, drawing his gun. A black woman covered in muck stood before them, her hair in dreadlocks and a sword on her back. "Always made me think of the people who they murdered."

"Who are you?" Shane asked, keeping his gun trained on the mysterious woman. "What do you want?"

The woman seemed weak, her knees were shaking, struggling to keep herself up. "Help." The woman collapsed, giving into her injuries. Big-Tiny ran to her, getting on his knees to help her.

"Be careful," Shane warned him. "She might be fakin'."

"She's not fakin'," he said. "She's hurt." Shane walked over to her and inspected her body, looking for any bites.

"She's been shot," Shane said aloud, finding a graze on her thigh. "Let's get her in the truck."

"I got her." Big-Tiny grabbed the woman, putting her in the truck. Shane went to her and grabbed the sword, removing it from her back and putting it on himself.

Shane looked at the remaining Walkers on the truck. "Let's get them off first." Shane and Big-Tiny proceeded to remove the remaining four Walkers, then drove away from the dump site.


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