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"What's wrong with her? Is she okay?" Maggie asked as I looked down to the blonde girl in the bed. I would guess its shock and stress that had Beth fainting. Her heartbeat was normal, and her vitals seemed okay at this point so I could only draw it down to shock.

After everything that's happened I could blame the girl. She just watched her mom die. Shane let out all the walkers and everything turned to chaos. Hershel's disappeared, no one was able to find him and now Rick wanted to go find him.

"She'll be fine Maggie," I told the dark-haired girl as she paced in her sisters room. "She's just in shock. Give her a few hours and she'll calm down."

"Can't you do anything for her?" the elder sister asked begging me with her eyes. There wasn't much I could do for someone in shock. If Maggie couldn't get through to her than the next option would be her father.

"I could give her something to sleep but it wouldn't do anything really. She'd just wake up groggy, don't want to explain that to her after what's happened." I muttered to her packing away the small medical kit Kelly had handed me when we found out about Beth. "Just let her rest. If she doesn't get better by tonight I'll give her something, I promise."

She didn't answer me, just nodded her head and turned to Glenn as he rested his hand on her shoulder. If they were a couple it wasn't really confirmed but I didn't care. Glenn seemed happy with the girl and if she liked him as well then who was I to complain?

Rick was waiting in the kitchen, Carol, Amy, Kelly and Patricia working silently around the man as he stared at Hershel's old flask. I knew what he was thinking – well I thought I did. Maggie had told him that Hershel used to be a drinker until she was born, he must have picked up his old habits after everything Shane did.

"You need to find Hershel," I stated Rick rubbing his shoulders lightly as I came up behind him. Hershel needed to be here, Beth needed him not medically but emotionally. He could calm her and might snap her out of the shock long enough to make her understand that not everything in this world was shit.

"I know," he grumbled leaning his head back slightly until it was resting on my breasts. I pressed a kiss to his head before slipping my arms around him from behind and hugging him.

"I'll help you look for him," Glenn's voice drifted into the room and Maggie gave a half smile as the man offered to find her father. It must have meant something to her that the man she was with was willing to venture out into the town to find her dad. At least she didn't have to worry about Hershel being by himself but then she had to worry about both her dad and boyfriend.

"He'll be at the bar in town." Rick muttered resting his hand on my arms and giving me a soft squeeze. I pulled away from him, allowing the man to stand and look over to Glenn. "We should leave now, I don't want to be out there at night."

Glenn nodded at his words at the two off them left the kitchen to get ready to leave on their little retrieval mission. It shouldn't take them the entire evening to get Hershel but they probably needed to convince the man to come back. After everything Shane had done this afternoon Hershel was furious with the man.

I followed Rick out of the kitchen and to our tent where he would be getting ready to leave. I didn't want him going out there, not again but I couldn't let Hershel stay out there on his own. The man was grieving, he couldn't be on his own during this time. He wouldn't be able to fend for his life if it was put in the path of danger.

"Can you be careful?" I asked my husband standing by the entrance of the tent as I watched him change his shirt. He turned his head and looked at me. I knew what he was saying – he couldn't promise me that and we both knew it. Rick frowned and walked over to me, his hand cupping my face, his fingers trailing over the cut and bruise I had on my hairline where Shane had hit me with the bucket.

"How's your head?" he asked and I could hear the anger in his voice. He flipped when I told him Shane had smacked me with the bucket. He wanted to go charging after him but after everything that happened with the barn I told him it wasn't worth it. We needed to clear everything up and have the funerals – Shane wasn't important.

"It's fine," I told him smiling a little as he pressed his lips to the forming bruise and sighed. "I knew you can't promise anything but please try and come back." He nodded his head, slipping his hands around my waist bringing me into a hug. I fell into his warmth not knowing if this would be the last time I was held by my husband. I hope I wasn't – I couldn't lose him after getting him back.


About half an hour after Rick and Glenn left T-Dog and Andrea drove the truck full of dead walkers over to the far side of the farm where they and Shane built a large fire. It was our custom for us to burn the walkers just to be on the safe side.

Maggie had spent the time inside with Beth and now that Carol knew that the girl was safe she had wandered off, tears spilling down her face. Losing Sophia was hitting her really hard but I couldn't blame her, losing a child would do that no matter if you were their mother or father. A child's death would and could affect anyone. I wouldn't know how I would feel if I lost Carl, in my eyes Carol was strong at the moment.

"Hershel said he wants us of the farm, well Rick said he wanted Shane off the farm. He would never forgive that man for what he's done." I told Kelly as she dropped down onto the porch steps to sit with me. Her hand was resting on my knee, giving it a quick squeeze before she lifted it to her face and rested her chin on the same hand. Her eyes drifted over to where Daryl had set up his camp. It was away from everyone else and I knew she didn't like that.

"Did you really find that surprising?" She mumbled her eyes staying on Daryl when she spoke. God she must have liked that man a great deal if she was ignoring me. Well she wasn't ignoring me but I knew she wished she was over there with him instead of sat here with me. "We were lucky the bastard didn't kill anyone."

"He's insane. Rick doesn't trust him, I don't think anyone does not after today. I know Andrea likes him and she agrees with him but ever since she wanted her and Amy to die at the CDC I think she's been a bit distant." I sighed running my hand through my hair as I watched Daryl like Kelly was. "He didn't think about anyone but himself with his actions today. The guns could have drawn more walkers to us. This was – is a safe place and for all we know he could have destroyed it for us."

"He wants to be in control, he won't get it and it's driving him insane."

"He is insane Kelly. I've said it before and it's been for a while now, it isn't a new thing." I told her rising from the step and looking down at her. "I'm gonna go do some laundry, there's too much of it lying around." Kelly gave me a soft smile as Andrea, T-Dog and Shane drove the truck back up to the front of the house. I glanced over to the man before turning away and rushing off to the makeshift camp of tents.


Carl was sat on one of the chairs staring out over at the barn a sad look on his face. I couldn't comfort him, he had known Sophia better than me and I didn't want to upset him if I said the wrong thing.

"Carl, honey are you okay?" I asked the boy as I folded the wet clothes carefully into a pile on another chair. My jeans were getting muddy but I found it more comfortable to sit in the floor than to stand or perch on one of the logs. I was getting cramps so I knew my period was coming – really sucked to be a woman with the end of the world.

"I would have done the same thing," he muttered making me frown at his words. What was he talking about?

"What?"

"With Sophia," he told me not looking away from the barn as he spoke. "I would have shot her as well." His words broke my heart. He should never have to make that choice. He should never have to think about making that choice. He should never be expected to make that choice. He was a twelve year old boy, too young to be deciding if he should shot a gun.

I shuffled to my knees and crawled over to the boy settling in front of him, taking his face in my hands until his brown eyes locked with my green ones. I could see the shine to them, an obvious sign that he was upset about everything and knew he was only saying it because he was scared and he missed Sophia.

"No baby, no," I cried out to him running my fingers over his cheeks as I spoke. "You wouldn't have done the same thing. Sophia was your friend, you loved her, you cared for her and you shouldn't think like that. You shouldn't be expected to kill people you love and it's okay to be upset when we lose them. Sure it hurts, it always hurts to lose someone but you should be thankful to the living. We should never kill the ones we love, we should be happy to still have loved ones in our lives." I could see his eyes tearing up at my words and knew that he hadn't let out the grief he felt over Sophia dying. He had cried when she walked out of the barn and when Rick shot her but he hadn't let it all out. "We need to be here for Carol, she lost Sophia, and she lost the last thing in this world that was keeping her going. We don't kill for the sake of it, he protect our family and we try and stay alive. Carol needs us now. You should know that if it was you that shot Sophia she would never be able to look at you. With your dad it's different. He did it because he had to, he had no choice. But you do Carl, you have a choice to protect your family, you don't kill because you feel the need to. You kill because you have to." I whispered to him looking into his eyes trying to get him to understand my words. I didn't want him turning into a miniature Shane.

This torment and revenge would turn him crazed with this hunger that would eat at him for the rest of his life. It would eat at him until he was full of anger. The same anger that consumed Shane and I would do anything to stop my boy form turning into that man.

Carl was in my arms then, his head pressed into my shoulder as he shook with sobs. He needed to let it out, he needed to remember Sophia for who she was not for what she became. I held him tightly to me, my fingers running through his hair as I whispered in his ear. He needed to be held, he needed to see that we could still live in this world because we had each other. He needed to learn that he could get passed this without building a wall and becoming cold.


The car stuttered to a stop, rolling the last few steps before stopping at the border of town. Right in front of the welcome sign. Of course it would be my luck to get the car that lacked enough fuel to get me back to the farm.

"I knew this would happen," I grunted pulling the gun off the passenger chair, holding it firmly in my hand as I climbed out of the car. I looked around the area, deciding that it was best if I hide my weapon not wanting it to accidentally going off and drawing attention to myself. I tucked it into the back of my jeans, pulling the flannel shirt over the back so it would be concealed. Rick had taught me a few ways of concealing a weapon. I knew I shouldn't have done it in case I stumbled across a walker but I would rather take my chances instead of accidentally shooting one lone walker and drawing more to me.

I shouldn't have come out here but I needed Hershel. Beth was getting worse and I knew it was because she was worried about her dad on top of everything else. I knew what she was going through, when my dad died I filled with such grief I didn't want to be around anymore. I wanted to leave medical school and forget about life but Nana snapped me out of it. She told me there was something worth living for. She told me daddy wouldn't want me to waste my life away just because he had gone.

I grabbed the flashlight before closing the door and walking the distance into the town. It wasn't dark yet but I just wanted to be careful, better to be safe than sorry. I wish Daryl would have come with me. I had asked the man to come along, I don't know why really I knew what he was going to say. He'd say no and I'd end up coming alone anyway.

I just wish no one would realise I'm gone until it was too late. I knew what Shane would be like and hopefully he would advise the rest of the group that it wasn't safe to leave now that it was dark.

I glanced around the town, it wasn't as small as Glenn described it. He had told me the first time he came here that it was a small town but it was bigger than I had originally pictured. I sighed in annoyance as I looked around for the bar. What was the bar called again? Actually it shouldn't matter if it was the only bar in town.

I stopped outside a small grocery store, glancing into the window wondering if there was anything inside that I could take. I shook my head as the thought ran through my mind and walked up the path hoping the bar was somewhere near here.

"Well, well, well, lookie what we got here Tony," a man called out stepping into my view, leaning back against the wall as he looked me over. I glanced over to him, his dark eyes taking me in as I locked my eyes on the weapon he held. I felt someone walk behind me and knew he was a large man.

"Nice piece of ass Dave," he whistled out smacking his hand against said ass. I spun around to face the man, my hand coming into contact with his face. It was a reaction, no man was going to touch me like that except my husband.

The guy was big like I thought. Tony touched his face, his lip leaving a speck of blood and I could see the anger flash across his face. His fist connected with my face, his knuckles brushing against my chin, splitting my lip. My jaw smashed together and I dropped to the floor with the force of his hit. I curled up on the floor, my head resting against my arm as I cried through the pain. It was a silent pain, no tears slipping form my eyes but deep breaths of dry sobs.

A sharp pain went through my ribs and I cried out with a hiss. Obviously Tony had a guy complex and couldn't just let a girl get away with hitting him. I knew that my rib would be brushed and possible cracked. Stupid bastard.

"Tony stop!" Dave shouted stepping forward, I could feel him step over my body as he talked to his friend. Why would he stop this man from hurting me? And then it dawned on me. It was the end of the world and they were probably lonely. "We'll take her back with us. Maybe she's with a group." He supplied reaching out and pulling me up from the arm. I hissed out in pain as my ribs stretched but pulled out of the man's grip, clutching onto my ribs as I looked at them both.

Dave turned to me then, his eyes running over my body like before. It made me feel sick, like I was going to be sick on the spot sick. I coughed violently and knew it was just from the kick to the ribs. Must have winded me when he sent that blow to my ribs and now I was standing it affected me. I held one hand over my mouth while the other held onto my painful ribs and looked to the two men.

"I have people expecting me, they'll come look for me if I don't go to them." I told them hoping it would scare them off. I shouldn't have done it but I had caught a glimpse of Hershel's car when the two men faced me. It was one shot I wouldn't mind taking. I needed to get to Rick.

"Where are they?" Dave asked stepping closer to me. I didn't answer him get nodded my head towards the direction I knew they were in and watched both men turned around. "Looks like we'll be heading for a few drinks." He called out grabbing my arm and draggin me towards the bar. His fingers dug into my skin and I knew I would be left with bruises.

We were outside the door in no time and I watched as Dave hesitated as his hand rested against the door before he pushed open the door and stepped inside. He dragged me into the bar behind him and my eyes settled on Rick as he stood on the opposite side of the bar. Hershel was sat down beside him and I knew that they must have been speaking before we entered.

"Son of a bitch," Dave muttered tugging me into view and I watched as Rick grew alarmed at my presence. I knew he must have been thinking that they had taken over the farm. I sent him a shake of my head begging him with my eyes to be calm about this. "They're alive."

Dave walked further into the bar his hand strong on my arm and I knew that Rick would be clenching his jaw and flexing his hands at this point. These men had become a threat to him. As soon as they walked through that door with me they had pissed Rick off.

We walked over to one of the tables and I was pushed roughly into the chair, Dave's hand still gripping my upper arm as he stood behind me and the chair looking at Rick. Tony walked over to the bar, dropping down onto the bar stool, keeping his eyes on Glenn and Hershel as he walked over.

"I'm Dave," he introduced himself looking to Rick before nodding his head over to Tony. "That scrawny looking douchebag is Tony," his arm squeezed against my arms then and he pulled my roughly from my chair. His spare hand ran over my side lightly, his hand brushing against the hand I had resting on my hips before he rested his hand on my hip. "I think this one belongs to you." He muttered pushing me forward slapping my backside as I went stumbling towards Rick.

My husband caught me, our eyes connecting as his hands brushed over my side, one resting over the hip where Dave's hand was seconds before. I sighed at his touch and leaned into him before he wrapped his arm over my waist, tugging me into him.

"We met on I-95 coming out of Philly." Dave said and I knew that he was the dominate one out of the pair but I had known that when he stopped Tony from beating me anymore. "Damn shit-show that was." He grumbled dropping down into the chair I had been sat in moments ago. I pressed my face into Rick's chest before turning slightly to the side so I could keep both guys in my view.

"I'm Glenn." The man told them smiling over to Dave. I guess Glenn didn't get the memo that these men weren't nice people. "It's nice to meet some new people." At the man's words Rick moved us so we were close to Glenn.

"Rick Grimes." Rick stated his hand skirting over my hip and I caught the look Dave was giving us. He must have thought I was lying about having people here. I knew he was trying to figure out if this thing between me and Rick was fake. "This is my wife, Faylin." He added and I knew it was meant as a warning. Dave must have understood that as well.

Rick let go of me then and walked over to Tony handing him a glass of clear liquid I knew to be alcohol. Dave watched his moves and I was curious about the way the man was watching us all.

"How about you, pal? Have one?" Dave asked Hershel looking over to the old man. I glanced over to him and knew that he was already quite drunk. The man didn't need anything else to drink.

"I just quit." He muttered glancing to Dave before watching Rick as the man joined my side again.

"You've got a unique sense of timing, my friend." Dave chuckled bringing his drink to his lips before turning his eyes to me. "And what about you?" he asked looking me over again, lifting up his glass.

"I don't drink," I muttered rubbing my hand over my sore ribs. They stung when I moved and spoke so I shouldn't move or speak for future reference.

"You knocked-up?" he asked looking curious as he spoke his words. I almost choked on the air at his words and I saw Rick tense as well. What was it with everyone thinking I was pregnant?

"She doesn't drink," Rick told him leaning back against the bar next to me before looking over to Hershel. "His names Hershel. He lots people today, a lot of them."

"I'm truly sorry to hear that. To better days and new friends. And to our dead... may they be in a better place." Dave said lifting his drink up at his words. All four men that were drinking lifted their glasses at the same time and downed their drinks in a few quick gulps. Dave finished his drink and placed the glass on the table but the way he did it drew attention to the gun he had on him. I knew Rick's eyes settled on it and so did Dave. The man pulled the gun out of his waistband and showed it to Rick. "Not bad, huh?" he turned the gun around in his hands before looking up to Rick again. "I got it off a cop."

"I'm a cop." Rick stated simple, his hand grazing against my back as his arm rested on the counter. I knew he felt the gun against my back and suddenly thought how foolish Dave and Tony had been. They didn't bother checking me for weapons when they came across me. Did they really think I would wander around here alone?

"This one was already dead." Dave told him giving him a funny look before placing the gun on the table.

"You fellas are a long way from Philadelphia." Rick muttered lifting his glass to his lips again as he looked between the two men.

"It feels like we're a long way from anywhere." Dave said wistfully looking around the bar.

"Well, what drove you South?" Rick asked and I knew that this was him interrogating these men. He had been on edge since they entered and he would be until he got what he wanted out of them.

"Well, I can tell you it wasn't the weather. I must've dropped 30 lbs. In sweat alone down here." Dave grunted shifting in his seat as he replied.

"I wish." Tony whined and I knew the man was talking about his weight. I didn't know how the man could still be that large with the world gone to shit.

"No, first it was D.C. I heard there might be some kind of refugee camp, but the roads were so jammed, we never even got close. We decided to get off the highways, into the sticks, keep hauling ass. Every group we came across had a new rumour about a way out of this thing." Dave explained keeping still in his seat as he spoke. It seemed he was trying to make us feel sympathetic for him.

"One guy told us there was the coast guard sitting in the Gulf, sending ferries to the islands." Tony added looking to Rick.

"The latest was a rail yard in Montgomery running trains to the middle of the country... Kansas, Nebraska." Dave told us nodding his head at his words.

"Nebraska?" Glenn asked sounding excited. I glanced around the room feeling like this conversation was going to go on for a while. I would see that the sun was ready to make its decent. The shadows in the bar had moved slightly since we entered and I hoped we wouldn't be here when night came.

"Low population, lots of guns." Tony told the young man.

"Kinda makes sense." Glenn mumbled leaning on the counter of the bar.

"Ever been to Nebraska, kid? A reason they call 'em flyover states." Tony and Dave shared a laugh but when they realised no one was laughing with them, Dave stopped and looked carefully at Rick. "How about you guys?" He inquired.

"Fort Benning, eventually." Rick admitted his hand resting just above the gun on my back

"I hate to piss in your cornflakes, officer, but... We ran across a grunt who was stationed at Benning. He said the place was overrun by lamebrains." Dave told us and I felt my heart flutter at the news.

"Wait, fort Benning is gone? Are you for real?" Glenn asked and I could hear the disappointment in his voice. He was looking forward to another safe place to go. Shane had been set on it as well and I couldn't help but feel slightly smug that his idea would have resulted in our possible deaths.

"Sadly, I am. Oddly, the truth is there is no way out of this mess. Just keep going from one pipe dream to the next, praying one of these mindless freaks doesn't grab a hold of you when you sleep." The dark-haired skinny man muttered his head dropping as he spoke.

"If you sleep." Tony added after Dave's words.

"Yeah, it doesn't look like you guys are hanging your hats here. You holed up somewhere else?" Dave asked his head picking up as he looked around at the place. I knew then what he was doing. They wanted to find out if we were staying here and if not they wanted to know where.

"Not really." Rick muttered after a long pause. It seemed my husband had it figured out as well. It didn't take him long to catch on but he had been cautious since they entered.

"Those your cars out front?" Dave asked and I was getting annoyed with the man's voice.

"Yeah. Why?" Glenn muttered sounding unsure as the conversation advanced.

"We're living in ours. Those look kinda empty, clean. Where's all your gear?" Dave said looking over to the door as he spoke before looking over at the four of us curiously.

"We're with a larger group out scouting, thought we could use a drink." Hershel told him speaking for the first time for a while. I think he understood what might be coming up in conversation soon.

"A drink? Hershel, me I thought you quit. Well, we're thinking of setting up around here. - Is it... is it safe?" Dave inquired and I didn't like the way he was asking about the area. If he had a group would they find us? I remember what they said about taking me back to their group early and a shiver ran through me at the thought.

"It can be, although I have killed a couple of walkers around here." Glenn mumbled shaking his head at the near death he experienced with Maggie the other day during a run.

"Walkers? That what you call them?" Dave questioned nodding his head as he said the word.

"Yeah." Glenn supplied resting his arms on the counter as he looked to Dave.

"That's good. I like that. I like that better than lamebrains. More succinct. - Okay, Tony went to college. – two years." Dave was so random when he spoke then. Why did he need to tell us that Tony had been to college for two years? Silence seemed ot follow his words and I was happy to see that the three men with me didn't understand what he was talking about wither. Dave looked at us his eyes settling on Rick as he spoke. I think he recognised Rick as the leader among us. "So what... so what, you guys set up on the outskirts or something? That new development?" he inquired and I didn't like the direction this was going in.

"Trailer park or something? A farm?" Tony asked walking over to the side his gun hanging around his stomach as he faced the wall away from us.

"Old McDonald had a farm" Dave sung and he took in the emotionless faces we presented him with. "You got a farm?" he asked and I could hear the longing and hope in his voice. No one answered so he nodded his head assuming it was true.

Tony's zipper slide down and I shot my head over to him as the noise of something liquid hitting the floor reached my ears. Was he pissing? He was mumbling under breath, a song or something but I wasn't sure. I didn't care. He disgusting could you get?

"Is it safe?" Dave asked ignoring his friend as he 'marked his territory'.

"It's gotta be." Tony sighed out and I felt sick at the thought of the man weeing so close to me.

"You got food, water?" Dave went on as if we had actually answered him.

"You got cooze? Ain't had a piece of ass in weeks." Tony muttered and I wanted to throw up then. This man was talking about it as if it was something he should have been getting. Rick shifted next to me, sliding his hand away from my back leaving the gun. He moved over to the bar next to Hershel, taking the seat on the bar stool, looking at Dave with a stone face.

"Listen, pardon my friend. City kids... they got no tact. No disrespect. So listen, Glenn..." Dave spoke on behalf of Tony but I knew his word had no meaning. Rick straightened up at the mention of Glenn's name not liking the way Dave looked at the young man.

"We've said enough." Rick commanded his tone fierce and like steel. He meant what he said. We wouldn't be saying anything that would give away the farm.

"Well, hang on a second. This farm... it sounds pretty sweet. - Don't it sound sweet, Tony?" Dave asked the other man as if looking for back up.

"Yeah, real sweet." Tony mumbled and I knew he was taking the piss.

"How about a little Southern hospitality? We got some buddies back at camp, been having a real hard time. I don't see why you can't make room for a few more. We can pool our resources, our manpower." Dave supplied trying to give us a false hope that would let him into the group. Did he really think we were stupid?

"Look, I'm sorry. That's not an option." Rick said and it was obvious to hear that his words were meant to be final.

"Doesn't sound like it'd be a problem." Dave went on and I just wished the man would shut up. It seem he loved the sound of his voice.

"I'm sorry. We can't." Hershel stated trying to sound sorry for it when I knew he wasn't.

"We can't take in anymore." Rick didn't say it with any sympathy but just as it was. Even if we were taking in anymore did they think it would be them?

"You guys are something else. I thought... I thought we were friends. We got people we gotta look out for too." Dave was trying to make us fall for this trick but he didn't know Rick. My husband wasn't stupid, he knew how these sort of things went.

"We don't know anything about you." Rick stated and I knew he wouldn't back down. No one would be getting to the farm if Rick had it his way.

"No, that's true. You don't know anything about us. You don't know what we've had to go through out there, the things we've had to do. I bet you've had to do some of those same things yourself. Am I right? Cause ain't nobody's hands clean in what's left of this world. We're all the same. So come on, let's... let's take a nice friendly hayride to this farm and we'll get to know each other." I don't think Dave's words were making much of a difference and I think he knew it as well.

"That's not gonna happen." Rick told him, speaking to the man like he would speak to a child. There was no questioning to Rick's tone, he meant business.

"Rick..." Dave started only to be cut off by an angry Tony

"This is bullshit."

"Calm down." Rick demanded to the larger man, turning his head to face him.

"Don't tell me to calm down. Don't ever tell me to calm down. I'll shoot you three assholes in the head and take your damn farm! And your girl!" Tony spat and Rick stood from his chair at the man's words. I could hear Glenn suck in a breath at the words and I felt Hershel shift closer to me.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Relax. Take it easy. Nobody's killing anybody. Nobody's shooting anybody. Right, Rick?" Dave said jumping over the bar before looking to Tony. "Look. We're just friends having a drink. That's all." He looked around the bar at the bottles, his hands skimming over them, his eyes glancing up every now and then. "Now where's the good stuff, huh? Good stuff, good stuff, good stuff." He continued his search going between looking at the bottles and looking at us. "Let's see. Hey, look at that. That'll work." He muttered picking up a bottle and pouring himself a glass. "You gotta understand... we can't stay out there. You know what it's like." Dave finally looked up to Rick waiting for the man's answer.

"Yeah, I do. But the farm is too crowded as is. I'm sorry. You'll have to keep looking." Rick told him standing his ground as he spoke. He wouldn't give up the farm.

"Keep looking. Where do you suggest we do that?" Dave asked and I knew he was angry from the tone he used.

"I don't know. I hear Nebraska's nice." Rick muttered and I almost laughed at his words. I saw something flash in Dave's eyes then and stepped back into the gap that lead behind the counter. I didn't know what was going to happen.

"Nebraska. This guy." Dave reached for his gun then but before his fingers could even touch the metal he already had a bullet in his head. Rick had managed to swipe his gun from the holder quicker than the other man and for that I was so thankful he had been a cop before all this. He spun around seconds after shooting Dave and pulled the trigger twice hitting him in the chest and then quickly walked to him and placed a bullet in his head.

Glenn and Hershel were both standing by now, Glenn clutching his close to his cheat and I knew that they had not expected that. Rick turned away and I walked to him, catching his face in my hands letting him know that I didn't care what he had just done. He was protecting us, he needed to do that if it was keeping us safe.

Rick pulled away from me and walked back over to Tony looking down at the fat guy as he lay dead on the floor near his own wee. Hershel walked up next to him and I knew that the man wasn't judging him. He knew why he did it.

I hadn't realised how dark it had got until that moment when Rick stepped away from me. It had grown darker in the bar and I was afraid that he had been here too long. We needed to leave before anything else happened. If there were walkers near, they would have heard the gunshots.

"Holy shit," Glenn whispered looking between the two dead bodies as he joined Rick's side. We had gotten ourselves into some shit. Now we just needed to get out of it.

I knew that this was going to turn into a disaster when I left the farm. I should have stayed there but then maybe this still would have happened if I wasn't here. All we needed to do know was get back to the farm. Get back to Carl. Get back to Beth.


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