Dale was with his new found cronies plotting the murder of Shane.
"We have to be quiet and discrete about this Shane, he may look like a dumbass, and he is about most things, but not about a scenario involving murder!" Dale barked out.
"Why do we have to kill him we don't know anything about him why don't you tell us about him first?" One of Dale's henchman asked.
"I knew Shane when he was a police officer. Well I knew him indirectly, besides I don't have to tell you anything I'm the leader here you're just my lackeys!" Dale barked viciously as the men shuddered in fear Dale then began again as his brief bout of rage passed.
"He often got in trouble for excessive force, when arresting someone, and shortly before the world went to hell, he was being brought, for the unlawful killing of an unarmed black man." Dale said sternly as his men were in awe and disgust of what they heard.
"It's only a matter of time that he kills someone that we love and hold dearly at this place that we tried so hard to find." Dale added as he tried to goat his comrades on.
"OK I have the plan... Dale began " I have some antifreeze, and one of you asswhipes are going to be undercover, and looking for a perfect opportunity to slip this into his drink." Dale said devishly.
"How about you stop calling us names like ass while you know like a month ago we were normal people?" one of Dale's guys said bravely with an obvious shudder of fear of how Dale was going to take it.
'How you like to be dead, because last I heard without me you would be as good as dead, yeah it may of have been normal a month ago but now it is not, so now you work for me or you are dead to me!" Dale shouted wide-eyed as his henchman cowered away.
"That'll be the last time you tell me what to do you no good potato sack of shit!" Dale hollered advancing on his crony.
"Why can't you do it?" the other henchman said trying to direct attention away from his friend.
"Do as I tell you, you barrel of monkey nuts, I can't believe I have a group of incompetent sack shit working for me!" Dale hollered as he slapped the henchman in the face hard and threatened he would be so nice to him next time as he brandished his glock pistol in his face.
Dale then sent his people off to do their task.
Dale was laughing, and applauding himself. "It's the perfect crime, and its for the greater good!' Dale celebrated, as he looked out his window, and was immediately silenced.
Outside his window to Dale's utter horror were thousands upon thousands of dead, walking corpses approaching the camp.
"Holy pig!" Dale croaked as he peed and shit himself at an extreme rate.
