Summary:
This occurs after the group returns to the room to find the message under the door
When writing the chapter's involving Will and Ed, I had to find a way to present the actions of Shane and Abe in a 'true justice' fashion. Making a professional hit squad part of the 'good guys'. I hope you enjoy.
Shane and Abe had taken the first target William Dixon out easily. They had watched Marie driving Ed's car back from a quick errand. They then waited until they knew they could not be spied from the inside of Ed's house or neighboring homes.
They were silent as ghosts while sneaking up to the car and cutting the fuel line half way through. The cut would allow for a slow, trickling leak while idle. Once on the road, the pressure in the line would cause the fuel to drain very quickly. When Will left later that night alone, Shane and Abe followed in Abe's truck that had a box cover. Sure enough, Ed's car was broken down on the side of the road. They pulled in behind the car.
"What seems to be the problem here? Maybe we can help ya?" Abe was the picture of helpfulness.
"Ran outta gas I guess. That dumb bitch is gonna wish she was dead when I get hold of her. She ran it all down and didn't fill it."
"Now Will, you know you shouldn't be callin' Marie a bitch now." said Shane.
"Don't tell me what . . . . wait, do I know you? I don't recall givin' ya my name. How do you know I was talking about Marie? You know her?"
Those were the last words that Willam Dixon spoke. A snapped neck rendered by Shane saw that the man would never speak again. Abe and Shane got him into the back of their pickup, and drove down to the animal rendering plant that Abe's brother ran. Abraham Ford and his brother both detested men who put hands on women. They had disposed of many 'missing men' this way, and had never garnered any suspicion.
When the deed was done, Shane and Abe crawled back in the truck and headed back out to Ed's house to sit survellience on Ed and the two women who remained. On the way, he called the resort and left the short message for Merle that was now slipped under the door. The seemingly benign message read W-X. That indicated Will (W) had been killed (X'd out).
"Daryl Dixon, you should be ashamed of yourself" Carol said as they made their way back from their errogeonous massage lesson.
"Nope, not ashamed. They said to masage the outer lips of your labia. I did. Thoroughly. Should get a damn A from that lesson."
"BUT, they didn't tell you to turn it into a full blown groping session that almost turned to oral sex. No wonder we got thrown out."
"Fuck woman, they tell me to kneel in front of you, dip my face close to your pussy and rub . . . they are damn lucky that's all I did to ya."
They knocked at Merle's door. They immediately saw everybody except Lori and the kids hovering – obviously waiting for them.
"What's up Merle?" Daryl asked.
"Rick's buddy Shane and his man came through on the first one."
Daryl sat there staring.
"Pa's gone Daryl."
Daryl just stayed where he was standing, staring at Merle. Eventually he turned around and said "That man weren't our Pa Merle. Dale's our Pa. Will Dixon was never more than a sperm donor, a drug addict, a wife and child beater, and a danger to my family. Glad that motherfucker's dead."
Carol came up to him and stared into his eyes – looking for any regret, any sorrow. She found none. Instead she turned to Merle. "Well, I guess we will have to figure out how to handle the funeral, whether to go I mean."
"Ain't gonna be no funeral mouse" Merle said. "There ain't nothin' left of him."
Turning to Rick, he said "Damn man, your man Shane sure knows his shit. I wouldn't want to be on the opposite side of a fight with him."
"Trust me. You don't." said Rick.
Nobody seemed to know what to do next. Finally, they all just dispersed to their rooms for the night.