VPOV

I still sat on top of the RV, waiting for Andrea or Glenn or someone to take over my shift. As much as I was a good aim and everything, I needed something to drink; and no one had been around to grab me one.

"You alright?"

I looked down, already smiling before I saw who spoke, the southern drawl a dead give away to who it was. "I'm thirsty. You got anything?"

Daryl shook his head, Carol was a few feet away from him. "Why don't you come down? Get a drink in the house."

I nodded and started to climb down the ladder. Daryl, Carol and I headed for the house, noticing most of the others crowded around the front steps. As we neared we heard what they were talking about.

"He went off with Hershel. We were suppose to leave a couple of hours ago." Andrea and T-Dog stood facing Glenn, all of them looking confused.

"Yeah you were." Daryl walked a little faster and I realized they had been talking about my dad. They were suppose to be looking for Sophia right now. "What the hell?"

Carol stayed by me, also confused. "Rick told us he was going out."

"Damn it. Isn't anybody taking this seriously?" Daryl was getting worked up. I knew he was serious about finding Sophia, and I also knew that it was him doing most of the looking. "We got us a damn trail." he gestured out behind me. "Ah. Here we go."

I watched him as he walked up to me, looking at someone heading our way. When I turned I did not expect it to be Shane... with the bag of guns.

"What's all this?" Daryl gestured at the bag.

Shane handed him a gun. "You with me?" Daryl grabbed the gun, and I watched in horror as Shane started handing out all the guns. "Time to grow up." he turned to Andrea. "You already got yours?"

I followed Shane, Daryl close behind. "Where's Dale, Shane?"

"He's on his way." was all he said as he handed T-Dog a gun.

"Thought we couldn't carry."

"We can and we have to." Shane said as he moved on. "Look, it was one thing sitting around here picking daisies when we thought this place was supposed to be safe. But now we know it ain't." he turned to Glenn. "How about you, man? You gonna protect yours?" Glenn turned to Maggie before grabbing the gun. "Can you shoot?" Shane asked her.

"Can you stop?" he ignored her, turning away. "You do this, you hand out these guns, my dad will make you leave tonight."

"Stop Shane." I stepped in front of him. "We don't have to do this."

"We have to stay, Shane." Carl stood on the porch and suddenly everything was a little more serous for me. He was just back on his feet after getting shot. There was no way I was going to let Shane put him in anymore danger.

"What is this?" mum asked as she joined us.

Shane just ignored her. "We ain't going anywhere okay?" he looked at me and before turning to everyone else. "Now look, Hershel, he's just gonna understand. Okay? Well, he's gonna have to. Now we need to find Sophia. Am I right? Now I want you to take this." he handed Carl a gun. "You take it Carl, you keep your mum and sister safe. You do whatever it takes. You know how. Go on, take the gun and do it."

Both mum and I were there before Carl had the chance to grab the gun. I pushed Carl behind me, and took the gun. "Don't you even dare." there was no need to snap or get angry. I kept my voice even and cold, so he understood.

"Rick said no guns. This is not your call. This is not your decision to make." mum was angry, though she didn't yell. She didn't have to. She knew how to get him to listen.

"Oh shit." T-Dog was looking over into the fields to our right.

We all moved to see what was going on when I froze. It was my dad, Hershel and Jimmy... with two walkers.

DPOV

I had only grabbed the gun so I could protect Vic. I didn't agree with Shane for one second. I was happy to find Sophia and leave. There was no need to open the barn. But I needed the gun, just in case he did decided to do something stupid.

"Oh, shit." we all turned to see what T-Dog was looking at, and I swear it was the last thing I thought I'd ever see. Rick with Hershel and the farmer boy walking towards the barn with two walkers.

Shane started running towards them. I followed him, though I don't know if it was to make sure he didn't o anything or to stop Rick and Hershel. By then I knew everyone else was following, and I had no idea where Vic was.

"Shane!" Lori yelled.

"Don't you dare." that voice. She was close, that's all I needed to know.

We ran through the gates, getting closer to them. "What the hell are you doing?" Shane ran into their path so they couldn't get to the barn.

"Shane, just back off." Rick warned.

"Why do you people have guns?" Hershel asked Rick, the old man holding the pole around the walker's neck like he was walking a dog.

"Are you kidding me? You see?" Shane circled them, the rest of us stopping. "You see what they're holding on to?"

"I see who I'm holding on to." Hershel corrected.

Shane shook his head. "No, man, you don't."

"Shane, just let us do this and then we can talk." I could tell Rick was unsure about this. He didn't want to be storing walkers. But he also didn't want us to have to leave.

"What you want to talk about, Rick? These things ain't sick. They're not people. They're dead. Ain't gonna feel nothing for them 'cause all they do, they kill! These things right here, they're the things that killed Amy. They killed Otis. They're gonna kill all of us."

"Shane, shut up!" Rick yelled.

Shane ignored the cop though, and kept ranting on. "Hey, Hershel, man, let me ask you something. Could a living breathing person, could the walk away from this?" he pulled out his gun and shot the walker three times.

"No!" Rick screamed. "Stop it!"

"That's three rounds in the chest. Could someone who's alive, could they just take that? Why is it still coming?" he shot two more times. "That's its heart, its lungs. Why is it still coming?" three more shots.

"Shane enough." Rick yelled.

Shane headed for the walker. "Yeah, you're right, man. That is enough." bang. He shot the walker in the head...

VPOV

I watched as the walker fell to the ground. It was like the world went into slow motion, the only one who knew what they were doing was Shane.

Hershel fell to his knees, looking at the walker that Shane just put down. The others standing around, unsure of what to do. I watched, horrified and shocked, unable to do anything from fear.

"Enough risking our lives for a little girl who's gone!" Shane's words were like a stab to the chest. "Enough living next to a barn full of things that are trying to kill us. Enough! Rick, it ain't like it was before! Now if y'all want to live, if you want to survive, you got to fight for it! I'm talking about fighting right here, right now." suddenly he turned and ran for the barn.

"Take the snag pole." dad yelled at Hershel. "Hershel. Hershel, take the snare pole. Hershel, listen to me, man, please. Take it now. Hershel! Take it!" but no matter how much dad yelled, the old man just stayed where he was.

Shane had a pick axe, smashing it against the door.

My heart was racing, but I couldn't move. I didn't know where to go. Do I stop Shane? Do I help dad? Do I take care of Carol? Do I help Hershel?

"No, Shane. Do not to this, brother. Please!" dad begged.

But Shane just kept hitting the door. He used the pick axe to tear one lock off.

"Don't do it." Glenn yelled. Hearing someone's else's voice was enough to get me working again.

"Shane. Please don't do this! Please, I'm begging you!" but he wouldn't even listen to me.

Mum was yelling for dad to do something. Dad was yelling for Shane to stop. Everyone was panicking.

But it was too late. Shane pulled the last of the barriers away and stepped away from the barn doors. "Come on. Come on, we're out here."

Daryl stood in front of me, his gun ready to shoot. "Stay behind me, no matter what." he said, his eyes glued on the doors.

The doors opened and one by one walkers came out.

Andrea, T-Dog and Shane lined up, shooting the monsters. Daryl moved forward joining them, but I stayed where I was, Carol now standing with me. One by one they killed the walkers, yet more and more came out. I watched as Glenn turned to Maggie, who nodded her head, before he joined the line up.

Shane turned, looking at dad with that same look he had when he was talking to Dale. He raised his gun and shot, the bullet hitting the walker in the head.

I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't just stand and watch. "Forgive me." I mumbled to no one before standing next to Daryl and shooting the walkers. I had never dropped the gun Shane had tried to give Carl...

My ears rung at the sound of shots been fired over and over. All I could smell was gun fire and walkers. Each walker looked different, yet each were disgusting and gruesome. The cold gun in my hands an enemy I wish I didn't have to use.

I was killing Maggie's friends, and neighbors, people she knew, people she grew up with. That old man could have been her teacher. That young woman could have worked at the store. It was like I was rekilling them...

Suddenly they stopped coming out of the barn. It was over. The last walker fell to the ground and there was nothing more.

"Are you crazy?" Daryl asked me, though we both kept our eye on the barn.

I shrugged, not really wanting to explain myself right now. "If that's what you want to think."

I looked at all the bodies on the floor. That was it. It was only a matter of time before Hershel kicked us off his farm now. We were homeless. On the run. Back where we started...

Just then there was another moan.

All guns were raised once more as we waited for the walker...

I expected an adult, so it didn't register at first. My eyes fell down to the child and that's when I felt myself die a little. Those sneakers. Those three-quarter pants. That rainbow top. That mousey blonde bob. I knew that walker.

My throat tightened as I tried not to cry, my head dizzy as I tried to focus my mind. But I couldn't.

"Sophia?" I went to move forward but had strong arms holding me back before I could move. I fell against Daryl as he held me to his chest, but it was Carol that pushed me over the edge, her voice releasing my tears.

"Sophia? Sophia!" she screamed, and I could hear her run towards us. I nodded, feeling Daryl tense against me, before he let go and grabbed Carol. They fell to the ground as he held her, her sobs heart breaking. "Sophia. Sophia."

Nobody moved; nobody could. We all just stood there, watching as she moved closer, snarling and moaning. It was the worst thing I had ever seen, and I had to end it.

I stepped forward, my gun raised as I neared the little girl. Looking into her eyes my heart broke over and over. I remembered braiding her hair. I remembered playing in the water. I remember drawing with her.

"You're the best pretend sister ever, Vickie." Sophia smiled as we sat by the fire. "I love you." she leaned over and hugged me.

"I love you too."

I pulled the trigger.

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