A/N: Almost the last chapter, though it was but it turned out that it wasn't, hopefully I can do a spinoff soon. Tomorrow is my first day! If my schedule isn't too bad maybe I can continue writing. It's been real. But seriously, thanks for the awesome comments, you guys really got me through this. I've had a lot of fun writing about my favorite pair. I'll have to do more stories about them.

CHAPTER 14

CHAOS (Part 1)

"Stop!" Rick cried as Daryl raised the crossbow. More men entered the room, guns drawn, but Daryl was the most dangerous one here. His eyes were wild and full of hate, spouting stuff about his missing brother. Rick moved quickly, shoving Shane into the room as the guns fired. An arrow appeared in the wall behind Rick before he shut the door.

"Window," he said, rushing over and quickly tearing the wood off. Shane took a moment to put on some underwear and shoes, but that was all the time he could take. He grabbed the shotgun as the door was blasted with quickly pulled the pieces of wood away from the window.

"Morgan –," Shane began.

"Gone," Rick said, grunting as he ripped the last piece of wood away. The gunshots continued, destroying the bed. Shane pushed Rick through the window, jumping through himself. He cussed when he hit the grass filled ground while basically naked.

"Come on," Rick cried, pulling Shane with him. They rounded the corner and there was a man with a pistol. Both men ducked down and Shane fired without a moment's hesitation. The man flew backwards, hitting the ground.

"His gun," Shane said.

Rick nodded, running for the discarded gun. He grabbed it and an arrow whizzed past his head, nearly killing him like Morgan was killed. He ran as Daryl came out of the house.

"I want my brother!" he screamed.

Rick nearly collided into Shane and they went behind the house. They hopped together, as the backdoor was kicked opened and the men came out firing their weapons. Shane cried out when the hit the ground again. Rick pulled himself up to his feet and raised his gun at the fence. No, don't waste them, he thought, and instead helped Shane up.

"Come on!" he cried, pointing at the gate on the other side of the yard. They ran quickly, dodging the random toys and other backyard accessories. The sound of the other men climbing the fence filled their ears. Rick didn't bother with latched and such – he rammed into the fence, reducing it to a pile of wood.

Then they noticed the walkers in the street, coming towards them.

"The gun shots attracted them," Rick gasped.

"We need… to find cover," Shane said.

A man burst out from the bushes, screaming. Rick pushed Shane behind the cover of a tree. Instead of hitting them, the bullets went out to the walkers. Rick motioned for Shane to follow, who sluggishly followed. They ran down the street, the walkers turning direction to follow them.

"Shit," Rick whispered, raising his gun and blowing the closest walker in the face. They were being cornered by man and walker. Rick pushed Shane back towards the house behind them.

"In here," Rick said.

"Okay," Shane breathed deeply. "You go first."

"Okay," Rick said, having no time to argue. He tried the door and it was locked. He kicked it once and it hardly budged. He kicked it again, and a third time, but still no luck. Shane opened fire on the surrounding walkers, the men rounding the corner to face the building.

"Rick!" Shane cried.

Daryl rounded the corner, raising his crossbow. Shane turned and slammed himself into the door as Rick kicked it and the two took the door down – and fell over with it. Shane cried out again, and Rick was beginning to realize this behavior was very un-Shane-like.

"Where you hit?" Rick cried. He didn't need to ask, it wasn't that hard to tell with Shane being practically naked. The bullet wound was on his side, the bullet logged just right so he didn't let off too much blood. But enough to attract all the walkers to the house.

"Fuck!" Rick cried.

"Run," Shane said.

He fired the shotgun as a walker tried entering the house. Rick got up, helping Shane up, and they backed into the house, the walkers filing in. Rick looked around quickly. Going upstairs was a no-no, but everywhere else was bad. He noticed the opened door at the end of the hall, near the backdoor. He noticed the rack on the wall in that room.

"This way," he said, pulling Shane along. He let Shane go into the room first and ran behind him, snatching up the car keys from the rack on the wall. The backdoor opened behind them, but Rick ignored it.

Shane grunted as the bullet fell out of his skin. The wound was shallow but it started bleeding heavily. He put his hand over the wound.

The garage! Rick looked at the nearly brand-new car and nearly smiled to himself. Despite the circumstances maybe he would have, if Shane hadn't been shot. They climbed into the car, Rick taking the driver's seat. The garage door closed and Daryl came into the room, crossbow aimed at Rick.

"Fuck," Rick cried.

"Don't start that car! Where's my brother?" Daryl screamed.

"I don't know!" Rick screamed. Shane sank down on the seat, taking the keys from Rick.

"We have to do this in a second," Shane said.

Rick nodded causally.

"Get out of the car!" Daryl yelled.

"Now," Shane said.

He pushed the keys into the ignition – Shane put his foot on the petal and put the car in reverse – the car came to life and drove backwards, destroying the garage door, exposing the room to the walkers outside. Zombies came towards Daryl and he moved quickly through them, knocking them out of the way as Rick pulled out into the street. Daryl reached the car as Rick put it into drive, and dove.

Daryl pulled himself to the top of the car, holding onto the railing. He looked back and saw his entire team being overtaken by the walkers. He heard their screams. Some of their last words was his name.

"He's on top of the car," Rick said.

Shane moaned, pressed the barrel of the gun to the roof of the car. He fired once, twice, and then the gun was empty. Rick swore deeply – they didn't see Daryl tumble down the back of the car. Rick gasped when he noticed the rope come into view suddenly – Daryl was tying himself to the car?

"This is fucking ridiculous," Rick cried.

There was no response.

"Shane?" Rick cried. "Shane!"

-T-H-E- -W-A-L-K-I-N-G- -D-E-A-D-

Continued…

A/N: Okay, maybe not the last chapter. The next chapter will probably be the last chapter!