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Tyler sighed as he stared into the darkened sky of the night through the windows of Dale's RV, the metal baseball bat he recently found in the cars on this road resting on his knees. Andrea sat in front of him, putting more bullets in the clip to the pistol, trading a word or two with the red clothed teenager from time to time. Daryl laid on the floor of the RV next to the, trying to get some sleep, and Harold and Dale were currently outside, keeping watch just in case if another herd of walkers happened to be walking their way, or hopefully Sophia came walking from the forest.
Daryl shifted in his sleeping spot after hearing Carol crying in the other side of the RV. He grunted and sat straight up, looking at Carol, before standing up. Tyler and Andrea watched him walk over to them before placing his crossbow on his back.
The redneck looked at them and said, "I need my clip now." Andrea stared at him for a few seconds, before handing the clip to him, "I'm gonna walk the road, look for the girl."
He glanced behind at Carol who turned to look at him, wiping tears from her cheeks and send her a quick nod as Tyler stood up from his seat, "I'll go with you."
Daryl just offered him a quick nod in response as he opened the doors to the RV and walked out of the vehicle followed by Tyler. The two of them passed by Harold who was sitting on the ground next to the entrance to the RV, the flashlight Daryl was carrying engulfing the area ahead of them.
Andrea was right behind them, coming out of the RV as well, declaring, "Make it three."
Daryl looked up at Dale and said, "I'm going for a walk. Shine some light in the forest. If she's out there,give her something to look at."
Hearing this, Harold stood up from his position and offered, "Would you mind if I go too?"
"You think that's a good idea right now?" Dale asked all four of them, before anyone could reply to Harold's words.
"Dale." Andrea send the eldery man a look before walking forward.
Daryl and Tyler followed her as Harold looked up at Dale with assuring look, "We'll be back as fast as we can." before following the blond haired woman as well.
Chef exhaled deeply and shook his head, walking on top of the bleachers inside a gym, hearing how at least a dozen of arms slammed against them, trying to reach out to him or Shane or Otis.
He looked over at Shane who was trying to find a way out of this situation, "Did you find anything?"
Shane nodded his head and pointed his flashlight at some smaller windows, "Those windows, what's on the other side?"
"About a 20-foot drop with nothing to catch you, maybe some bushes,then the athletic field." Otis replied.
"We just need enough time. We got to get up there. We got to get 'em open and get out." Shane said.
Chef nodded his head to that, "We don't seem to have more options right now."
"Maybe you two, but not me." Otis stated.
Shane turned to look at him, "What are talking about?"
"Come on,man,look at me. You really think I can squeeze through one of them tiny windows?" Otis asked, looking down at his body, "They'd be all over us. Look,we lay down some fire to get a head start. You stay here. I hop down and draw them away. That gives you the chance to get up the bleachers and out a window."
"And where do you go?" Chef asked him.
"Locker room down those steps." Otis replied, shining his flashlight to show them the locker room.
"Looks like a good way to get trapped if you ask me." Chef stated, not liking this.
"It's got windows too, and more my size. I get out through one, I double back, we meet up out on the field." Otis explained, handing Shane his backpack.
"You're a crazy son of a bitch,ain't you?" Shane said, taking the bag from the overweighted man.
"Just trying to do right for that boy." Otis said in response.
"You take three shots. And you go." Shane said to which Otis nodded his head in understanding. "After that I and Chef will fire. We'll lay down a cover for your. We'll get you a lead."
Otis nodded his head to that, "All right."
"Let's get out of here, soldiers." Chef said, readying his shotgun. Otis and Shane couldn't help but agree with him.
Otis aimed his rifle at the one the walkers and pulled the trigger, the bullet hitting the undead straight in the head, taking it out. He fired two more times, taking out two more walkers before jumping off the bleachers. He grunted in pain as he hit the ground, feeling how a walker that was trapped in some equiment grabbed his leg, intending to bury it's teeth into it. He tried to fight it off, but fortunely for him Shane came in his rescue and killed the walker with a single shot in it's head.
Otis quickly got himself back on his feet and started making his way towards the locker room as Shane and Chef made sure to take out the walkers that were the closest ones to him to buy him some time. When Otis opened the doors to the locker room and walked into it, making sure to quickly close it behind him, Chef and Shane already jumped off the bleachers, and were about to make their way towards the windows, but the noise they made upon contacting with the floor.
It brought the attention of the pack back to them. Shane quickly aimed his shotgun at them but Chef just stared at them in silence, hearing the growls of the undead directed their way.
He knew what he had to do. He took his bag off and handed it to Shane, "Go!"
Shane send him a confused look, "What?"
In response to his queston, Chef shoved him towards the windows, "Don't worry about me! Worry about the boy! I'll find other way out!"
Shane only watched how Chef ran towards the exit from the gym, killing two walkers on his way there with his shotgun to bring their attention towards him. It did it's work. All of the walkers in the pack shifted their attention towards the co-host of Total Drama headed towards the exit from the gym, with all of the following him. Shane watched him leave through the exit from the gym, with the walkers on his tail before running up the stairs towards the windows. He smashed one of them into pieces with the back of his shotgun.
He tossed his, Otis' and Chef's bag, his shotgun through the hole he made just made in the window before readying himself to jump down as well. When he was about to jump down, a walker grabbed his shirt, beginning to pull him towards it's mouth. Shane punched it straight in it's face before pulling out his pistol, and shot it in the head, before falling down, landing on his right ankle, grunting in pain upon the impact.
He slowly got himself back on his feet, making sure to pick up each back, hearing Chef firing his shotgun in the building.
It stopped a few seconds later, and the worst scenario instantly popped into his mind...
Everyone from the highway started arriving at Hershel's farm, Duncan on his new motorcycle driving in front of the group. He parked it in front of the house which he assumed to belong to the girl they came across in the forest. He hopped off his motorcycle and watched how everyone slowly got out the vehicles.
They walked towards the front of the house, with Glenn asking them, "So do we ring the bell? I mean it looks like people live here."
"I doubt that they'll mind. The you came across girl from the forest must've already tell them that we're coming." Heather stated.
The front of the large group took a step forward into the porch when they heard a voice call out to them, "Did you close the gate up the road when you drove in?"
They turned to the source of the voice and saw Maggie sitting in a chair on the porch. Leshawna nodded her head at her, "Don't worry, sugar. We made sure to close it."
"It's nice to meet you." Cody spoke up next, standing in the back of the group, "Our friends told us about you."
Everyone introduced themselves to Maggie until T-Dog said, "Look,we came to help. There anything we can do?" Maggie stood up from her seat and walked over to them, her eyes catching the sight of his bandage and already assumed the worst, but he quickly assured her that it was not was she was thinking it was, "It's not a bite. I cut myself pretty bad though."
"We'll have it looked at. I'll tell them you're here." Maggie answered.
"We have some painkillers and antibiotics. I already gave him some. If Carl needs any." Glenn said, handing her some of the bottles that Daryl gave them.
"Come on inside." Maggie said, leading the group inside.
They made their way to Carl's room, earning Rick's, Lori's, Chris', Hershel's and Patricia's attention, They just stared at each other in an awkward silence which was broken by Glenn who offered them a quick, "Hey."
"Hey." Rick said in response, not taking his eyes off his son.
"Just to let you know, we're here." Bridgette assured them.
Courtney nodded her head, "All of us."
"If you'll need us to do anything we're here." DJ added.
Lori just like her husband kept staring at her son, not looking at the rest of her group that just arrived, "Thank you."
Maggie lead them all out of the room and Chris walked out of the room as well, knowing that they'll have some questions.
His suspicions became true when Noah asked, "How in the hell he got shot in the middle of the forest?"
Chris sighed, "It was an accident. There was a deer ahead of us and the bullet flew right through it. We got here as fast as we could."
"The guy who shot the deer couldn't see you?" Owen asked with a raised brow.
"No, and we haven't seen him either." Chris answered.
"Who shot him?" Gwen was the next one to ask.
"Otis. He's not here currently." Chris replied.
"Where is he?" T-Dog asked.
"And where's our favourite Chef and Shane?" Duncan added, leaning against the wall, "Haven't seen them since we got here."
"They went to get some equipment they need to save Carl. They should be back a while ago." Chris explained. He sighed and asked, "What about Sophia? Did you found her?"
"No. We tried to find her but she was nowhere to be found." Bridgette said with a sad sigh, feeling sorry for Carol, not imagining what she was going through.
"Dale, Harold, Tyler, Andrea, Daryl and Carol stayed on the highway just in case if she returned." Sierra explained.
"I should have stayed too." Duncan said, "I and Daryl could have gone looking for her, especially after the time we wasted in this church."
Everyone looked at the juvie. They all wanted to find to Sophia, but Duncan along with Daryl seemed to be the ones who were willing to spend most of their time to look for her and it confused a lot of them, because they simply weren't excepting it from them.
"Duncan." Courtney said to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, but he simply put grabbed it and put it away, "We all want to find Sophia as much as you do, Duncan, but you can't spend your entire time looking for her."
"It's the night and you need to rest." DJ added, "All of us need to rest, and looking for her in the dark can be dangerous, with the walkers around and not really having any source of light."
"That's right, sugar." Leshawna nodded her head in agreement, knowing that there was most likely a reason for it, just like the time when he found DJ another bunny after the previous one ran away, "And as I recall you agreed with Daryl when he said that looking for her in the dark was foolish."
Duncan remained silent for a few seconds. He knew what Carol was going through from personal experience, but he didn't want anyone to know about that, "I just want to find her."
Everyone turned to look at Carl's room when they saw Lori leaving the room in tears with Rick going after his wife.
"What is going on?" Gwen asked him.
Rick stopped for a second and explained it to them, "They can't wait longer. If they're not going to return soon then they will have to try to operate on your Carl without the respirator."
Daryl, Andrea, Tyler and Harold continued to look for Sophia. Their flashlights were shining brightly and engulfing the area in front of them in light. They still couldn't see much in the dark, but it was still better than nothing.
"You really think we're gonna find Sophia?" Andrea asked.
"You got that look on your face same as everybody else. What the hell's wrong with you people? We just started looking." Daryl scoffed.
"Well, do you?" Andrea asked him.
"It ain't the mountains of tibet. It's Georgia. She could be holed up in a farmhouse somewhere. People get lost and they survive. It happens all the time." Daryl stated.
"She's only 12." Andrea pointed out.
"Hell,I was younger than her and I got lost." Daryl said as everyone looked at him, "Nine days in the woods eating berries,wiping my ass with poison oak." Daryl explained.
"They found you? Or did you found a way out by yourself?" Harold asked, looking interested in Daryl's story.
"My old man was off on a bender with some waitress. Merle was doing another stint in juvie. Didn't even know I was gone. I made my way back though. Went straight into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. No worse for wear. Except my ass itched something awful." Daryl answered to which Andrea, Tyler and Harold all laughed.
When they noticed the look that Daryl send them, Andrea quickly said in their defense, "We're 'sorry. We're sorry, that is a terrible story."
Daryl continued to stare at them, but they couldn't help themselves and proceeded to laugh. He eventually laughed as well.
"This is the best laugh I had since..." Tyler stopped himself in the middle of the sentence when he realized what he was going to say. His smile turned into a frown.
"Uh, Tyler?" Harold asked him, in worry, "Were you saying something?"
Tyler shook his head, not even looking at the person who just asked him a question, "No. It's nothing."
"As I was saying, only difference is Sophia's got people looking for her. I call that an advantage." Daryl said.
"I hope you're right." Tyler told him as Andrea and Harold just nodded.
Shane was carefully making his way around the school, trying to find Chef or Otis but both of them were nowhere to be found. He spotted a walker heading his way and his response to that was quick. He aimed his shotgun and fired a single shell, getting rid of it. He walked further and saw that a lot of walkers were around him but most of them were behind a fence, so he didn't had to worry about them, at least for now.
He turned to the left and saw three walkers coming his way. Her turned away from them and started making his way to the fence, and his now wounded ankle from the fall wasn't making it easier. He leaned against the fence, feeling how the walkers on the other side were reaching out for him but his attention was still focused on the three walkers ahead of him.
He loaded two last shells he had left into his shotgun and aimed it at them. He was taken off by the guard for a second when a gunshot rang out and one of the walkers collapsed on the ground, lifeless. He looked over behind them and saw Otis with his rifle in ready.
Shane shot down the other two walkers and limped over to him. Otis ran over to him and took one the bags Shane handed him, "Man,I thought I'd lost you."
"Where's your friend?" Otis asked him.
"I don't know. We got separated in the gym when he lead some walkers away so I could get away. I heard him shot down some of them but then everything went quiet." Shane explained, "That was my shotgun shell."
"Mine too." Otis said.
They moved towards the lower athletic fields, the fences around them keeping them on school ground, "Come on,man. We need a way out."
"Just let me catch my breath." Otis said, leaning against the fence with him.
"Come on." Shane said, irritated that they stopped.
Just second after that, the walkers slammed against the fence, trying to get them, starling the two men for a few seconds. Shane placed his hand on Otis' shoulder and started moving again, trying to find a way to their truck, and hopefully come across Chef on their way.
Rick and Lori sat outside of Carl's room when they heard let out a small cough. They immediately rose back to their feets and ran into his room. Lori fell on her knees and took his hand into hers as he looked around confused.
"Where are we?" He asked.
"Hey, little man." Rick said, softly, gesturing towards Hershel, "That's Hershel. We're in his house. You had an accident. All right?"
"It hurts,a lot." Carl said, breathing heavily.
"Oh baby,I know. I know." Lori said.
"You should have seen it." Carl said.
"What?" Lori asked.
"The deer. It was so pretty,Gray. It was so close. I've never been..." Carl stopped, his expression turning into a completely blank one out of the sudden.
"Carl?" Rick called out to his son.
"What's happening?" Lori asked.
Just then Carl began to shake violently, painful grunts leaving his mouth every second as he did so. Lori grabbed her son, but Hershel quickly came over to her and moved her hand away from him, "It's a seizure. If you hold him down,you could hurt him."
"You can't stop it?" Lori asked.
"He has to just go through it." Hershel said as Lori stood up and hugged her husband, clinging into him with a fearful expression forming on both of their faces, "His brain isn't getting enough blood. His pressure is bottoming. He needs another transfusion."
Harold had no idea for how long they were walking in the forest. He moved his flashlight around him, trying to spot any trail that could take them to Sophia but there wasn't none in his sight. He heard some leaves russtling.
He pointed the light towards the place from which the sound came from and said, "Guys."
"We heard it too." Daryl said, raising his crossbow.
"Let's go." Tyler said, holding his baseball bat in ready.
They moved towards the place rom which the sound came from and came across a small campsite. They instantly spotted a body hanging from the tree and that there was a note pinned to a tree with a knife.
"Got bit. Fever hit. World gone to shit. Might as well quit." Daryl read what was written on a note. He shook his head, "Dumbass didn't know enough to shoot himself in the head. Turned himself into a big swinging piece of bait. And a mess."
Harold walked over to the note and pulled the knife that was holding the note off the tree, making the note collaps on the ground as Andrea gagged, looking like she was going to threw up, "You all right, Andrea?"
"Trying not to puke." Andrea answered.
"Go ahead if you gotta." Daryl told her, not taking his eyes off the hanging walker.
"No,I'm fine. Let's just talk about something else for a minute." Andrea said, looking up at Tyler, "Hey, Tyler. Why did you choose sport out of all things?"
"You can thank my fingers for that." Tyler answered, as he stood next to Daryl, looking up at the walker just like the redneck.
"What?" Andrea said, confused by his words.
"That's one thing these walkers and us have in common. I guess it's the closest he's been to food since he turned. Look at him hanging up there like a big pinata." Daryl said as he moved his flashlight closer to take a look at his legs, bones were all that was left of them, "The other geeks came and ate all the flesh off his legs."
It was enough for Andrea. She coughed and threw up. She wiped her lips and said, "I thought we were changing the subject."
"Call that payback for laughing about my itchy ass." Daryl said.
Andrea sighed, "There wasn't a lot that came up."
"Huh." Daryl said in response as he turned to leave, "Let's head back."
Andrea pointed at the walker with her flashlight, "Aren't you gonna..."
"No. He ain't hurting nobody. Ain't gonna waste an arrow either. He made his choice. Opted out. Let him hang." Daryl shook his head, approaching Andrea, "You want to live now or not? It's just a question."
"Wait." Harold said, picking up a portable fridge that was laying under the walker, "I think I know how to take care of him without having to fire Daryl's crossbow."
"What if he grabs you?" Daryl asked him.
Harold placed the fridge behind the walker, "He won't if I'll be behind him."
The nerdy teenager got himself on the fridge and reached his new knife towards the walker's head. He placed the knife in it's head, as the walker let out one last grunt. He then reached the knife towards the noose and cut the walker loose, it's body now lifeless landing on the ground before Daryl, Andrea and Tyler.
He hopped off the portable fridge as Tyler said to him, "Good job, Harold. The less of those things around, the better."
"Let's go." Daryl said, turning to leave along with Andrea and Harold. Tyler stayed behind for a few moments, glaring down at the corpse of a walker. He gritted his teeth, as he raised his baseball bat in the air and slammed it against it's head a few times, smashing it into pieces until it wasn't recognizable.
Harold stopped and turned to look him, confused, "Tyler, what are you doing?"
"Just wanted to make sure." Tyler said, walking past him.
Harold only sent him a worried a glance before following the group.
T-Dog winced in pain as Patricia was restitching his pain. Maggie held his hand just in case if he was going to move it in a bad moment, "You got here right in time. This couldn't go untreated much longer. "Merle Dixon". Is that your friend with the antibiotics?"
"We wouldn't call him our friend." Alejandro said, leaning against the wall behind them, "And he's no longer with us and to be honest no one in our group misses him except for his brother."
"What happened to him?" Patricia asked.
"We got... separated." Bridgette said, not wanting to tell them that they left Merle behind handcuffed to a pipe in a city filled with walkers.
"We sent a group to find him, but he was nowhere to be found." DJ said, sitting on the couch in the other part of room, "T-Dog was one of them."
"He is your friend today. This doxycycline might have just saved your life." Patricia said, "You know what Merle was taking it for?"
"It was some kind of venereal disease if what his brother said to us was true." Noah said, taking his eyes off his book for a second.
"I'd say Merle Dixon's venereal disease was the best thing to ever happen to you." Patricia said as T-Dog's face twisted in pain.
Maggie was unable to watch it for any minute longer. She took her hand off T-Dog's and said, "Can someone take over?"
Izzy walked over to them and placed her hand on T-Dog's with a shrug of her shoulders, "Things like this don't really touch me."
Maggie exited the room and walked towards the porch. She spotted Glenn sitting down, praying, "Are you praying?"
Glenn looked up at her, "Why do you sneak up on people so much?"
"You're easy to sneak up on." Maggie said as she sat on the guard rail.
"I was praying, or I was trying to." Glenn explained.
"You religious? You pray a lot?" Maggie asked him.
"Actually this was my first try." Glenn said, a small smile forming on his lips.
"Ever?" Maggie was pretty shocked, "Wow. Sorry. I didn't mean to wreck your first time."
"God probably got the gist." Glenn said, looking up at the sky.
"Praying for what?" Maggie wanted to know.
"My friends. Looks like they could all use a little help right now." Glenn answered.
Shane and Otis collapsed by the parking lot. They were close to their truck, but with his leg, Shane could easily tell that they weren't going to make it, "Look,we ain't gonna make it, okay? You're gonna take these bags and you're gonna go."
"I ain't leaving you behind." Otis shook his head.
Shane grunted and slammed his hand against the ground, "Okay. How many rounds you got left?"
"Four." Otis replied, taking a quick look back at the horde, "You?"
"Five and one in the pipe." Shane said as he got himself back on his feet and Otis was quick to follow him. The two slowly continued to make their way to their truck while firing off their last rounds at the walkers.
Lori and Rick were kneeling down next to the bed and looking at Hershel who was holding Carl's hand, waiting for the eldery man to say anything.
He finally said something, and it was exactly what they were worried it would be, "He's still losing blood faster than we can replace it. And with the swelling in his abdomen we can't wait any longer or he's just going to slip away. Now I need to know right now if you want me to do this,because I think your boy is out of time."
Rick and Lori stood up and stared at each other, You have to make a choice."
"A choice?" Lori said, shaking her head.
"A choice. You have to tell me what it is." Rick said, looking at her, "You have to tell me what it is."
Lori stared at her husband tearfully, placing her hand on his cheek, "We do it."
They hugged each other as Patricia came into the room with a cart of medical supplies.
"Okay,get the corner of that bed. Let's get the sheets down everybody. Rick get the IV bag on sheet." Hershel commanded as everyone gathered around Carl., "Okay, on three. One, two, three." They lifted Carl up and moved over to the cart before placing him on it. Patricia picked up a lamp and put it over the cart, turning both of the lights on as Hershel picked up a scalpel, "Rick, Lori, you may want to step out."
Chris suddenly came rushing into the room, "Chef, Shane and Otis are back!"
Everyone rushed outside to see that only Shane returned. He got himself out the truck, carrying all of three bags over his shoulders, asking, "Carl?"
"There's still a chance." Rick answered as Hershel, and Glenn took the bags from him.
The eldery farmer looked around, seeing that Otis didn't came back with him, "Otis?"
Shane shook his head, "No."
"We say nothing to Patricia. Not till after. I need her." Hershel said, before running back into the house with Glenn. Maggie just stood outside of the house, on the verge of tears.
Rick approached Shane and pulled his best friend into a hug. When he pulled back, Shane looked at him sadly, "They kept blocking us at every turn. We had nothing left. We were down to 10 rounds. Then Otis said-he said he'd cover me and that I should keep going. So that's what I did. I just...I kept going. But I-I looked back and he-I tried..."
"What about Chef? What happened to him?" Owen asked, he and everyone else related to Total Drama looked quite shocked that Chef didn't came back.
Shane sighed, "We were trapped in a building. We were running low on ammo and there was a group of walkers headed our way. He handed his bag to me and told me not to worry about him. He made sure the walkers would follow him and after I got out of the building, I heard him shooting some of them down, but then everything went quiet. I and Otis tried to find him, while we were making our way back to the truck, he may have managed to leave the building, but he was nowhere to be found. We didn't hear a single shot, we didn't saw bodies of the walkers he could have killed... I'm sorry guys..."
Duncan let out a rather sad chuckle. He and Chef had rocky past with each other, but still hearing about his death was hard. It was hard for everyone. After all, it was Chef who made sure to keep everyone together on the first day of this, when they crashed in the forest, "And I thought that the bastard will outlive us all..."
"Shane." Rick said to his best friend who looked at him, "Otis wanted to make it right, and Chef just wanted to help you save my son. It's not your fault."
Shane just hung his head low as Rick began to lead him into the house, followed by everyone else.
Chris just stood in front of Otis' truck. He pulled out the Glock that he found on the highway and stared at it, remembering that Chef was going to teach him how to use it. He hung his head low, thinking that he should have treated Chef better during Total Drama Action, which almost led him leaving the show for good.
He felt someone hand on his shoulder. He turned back and saw Leshawna, Bridgette, Gwen, DJ, and Cody sending him comforting looks, despise the things Chris did to them on the set, he was still a person that just found out that his close friend died.
Izzy sat down on the ground of the porch, leaning against the wall, her mind still trying to process the fact that Chef died. He mind immediately went to all the times when they rivalried with each other, a sad smile forming on her lips when she remembered one time when she made him think that he killed her, during the challenge that was about movies about aliens.
She then heard that someone sat down next to her. She turned to the person and saw Owen who was sending her a comforting smile. Her boyfriend placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and she put her head on it,. Owen stared into the night sky, sadly, the overweighted teenager being the only one in the entire show that enjoyed Chef's cooking.
Dale and Carol watched over the highway from the top of the RV when they spotted four familiar figures coming out of the forest. Carol could feel how tears started to appear in her eyelids when she saw that they didn't found her daughter. She got herself off the roof and entered the RV and Dale hopped off the roof and approached Daryl, Harold, Tyler and Andrea.
He saw Harold and Tyler walk away from the group, hearing the nerdy teenager ask the jock that he wants to talk with him about something in private. He looked at Daryl who just shook his head before entering the RV. Andrea was about to enter the vehicle too but Dale stopped her, "Andrea. Wait."
"What do you want, Dale?" She asked him.
"To give you this." Dale replied, pulling out Andrea's pistol, and holding it out to her, "I care about you so I made a choice for you-choices. I know why I did it,but this is not my gun. And the choices that I made for you were not mine to make." Andrea stared for him for a few seconds, before taking her pistol form him, "But I can still ask,and this is not to make you guilty or put me ahead of you,but I can still ask,please...don't make me regret this."
"I'll take watch." Andrea said, walking past him.
Dale turned around to look at her, "So do you forgive me for-do you forgive me?"
Andrea stopped for a second, "I'm trying."
"What did you wanted to talk about?" Tyler asked him.
Harold sighed, knowing that it was most likely not going to end well, 'Tyler. We're worried about you, all of us. You weren't yourself since Lindsay died."
Tyler rolled his eyes and shook his head, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Tyler. You keep telling us that you're okay, but we know that it's far from that, especially after..." Harold was interrupted.
Tyler cut him off, "If you're going to bring Jenner, then just stop. I had some bad thoughts, but Dale made me get rid of them."
"This isn't what I was going to bring up, Tyler. You're isolating yourself from us. You're only really talking to Andrea at this point." Harold was interrupted again.
"She's my friend." Tyler cut him off again.
"Chef, Duncan and Alejandro told us how you made sure that Lindsay wasn't going to turn. You practically smashed her head into pieces, and you do the same thing to every walker you came across. You even started doing it to the ones that are already there, like back there in the forest. I know that Lindsay's death was hard for you, you were her boyfriend after all, but I just want you to..."
Tyler cut him off for the third time, not wanting to listen to more of this, "How many times do I have to tell it to you guys? I'm perfectly okay! There's nothing wrong with me! You know about what you should be worried about? Carl and Sophia! Carl got shot and we have no idea what is going on with him right now, and Sophia is still missing and we still aren't even close to finding her! And how I deal with those things, to make sure that they don't kill more of us is my business!"
He walked past the nerdy teenager and started to leave. Harold just watched him leave, and continued, "Tyler, I just want you to remember. That if there's something wrong, we're here for you."
Tyler turned back and send him a quick look before stepping towards the RV.
Harold just sighed. This talk went exactly just like he thought. He slowly followed Tyler and made his over to the RV.
Over an hour has passed since Shane arrived with everything they needed to save Carl. The eldery farmer walked onto the porch where everyone waiting for him to inform them about Carl's condition.
Everyone shifted their attention towards him and all he could do was smile at them, smile, because he managed to save this boy, "He seems to have stabilized."
Rick exhaled, feeling how relief overcame his body as Lori smiled. T-Dog, Chris, and Total Drama contestants could feel how relief overcame their bodies as well, even though most of them was trying to process that Chef Hatchet died. At least he helped to save Carl before his death.
Rick embraced Hershel tightly, as Lori said, smilling in disbelief, "I have no words."
When Rick pulled away, Hershel said, hanging his head low, "I don't either. Wish I did. How do I tell Patricia about Otis?"
Rick looked at his wife,"You go to Carl. I'll go with Hershel."
Everyone entered the house. Hershel and Rick walked over to Patricia and informed her about her husband's death. She broke into tears and the two men had to hold her to stop her from falling down on the floor.
Shane was the last one to enter the house, Patricia's cries being the first thing he heard. He followed Lori's into Carl's room and her on her knees, crying tears that her son was saved. She kissed his hand and ruffled his hair, looking up at her husbands best friend.
"Stay." She told him, tears spilling down her cheeks.
Shane just send her a nod before stepping out of the room. He walked across the house for a few seconds before coming across Maggie, who handed him some clothes, "The bathroom's upstairs. I brought you some clothes."
"Thank you." He thanked her.
"They won't fit well. They were Otis's." She said sadly, before walking away.
Shane walked up the stairs into the bathroom where he began to undress. After taking a bath, he looked into his reflection in the mirror, looking for any scratches on his body. He noticed something else. He noticed that a peck of his hair was missing. He looked down and was instantly taken back to high-school.
"C'mon!" Shane shouted, before firing off his pistol, getting rid of one of the walkers.
Otis was right next to him. He turned back to look at the walkers that were getting closer to them. He fired his revolver, taking out one of them. They fired a few more times at them, and Shane knew that he had only one bullet left in his clip.
"Down to my last." Otis declared.
"Me too." Shane nodded his head as he stopped. He looked at Otis who stopped as well, "I'm sorry."
"What?" Otis asked, confused. He quickly got his answer when Shane aimed his pistol at his leg and fired. Otis screamed in pain as the bullet penetrated his leg and collapsed on the ground. Shane reached out to his backpack and attempted to take it off, but Otis was holding it tightly. Shane kicked him into his wounded leg, making Otis scream in pain with each kick he took.
Shane managed to took the backpack off his back and was about to leave, but Otis grabbed into his hair. Shane punched him two times, but Otis was not thinking about letting him go. In the final attempt, he tried to shot Shane, who hit the revolver away and the bullet went flying into the sky. He took it from his grasp.
"Let go off me!" Shane shouted to him as he punched Otis two times with the revolver, the overweighted man finally letting go, but taking a small piece of Shane's hair with him.
He started to walk away from Otis as the walkers finally reached them. The undead quickly forgot about Shane and focused their attention on Otis. They started to bit into the parts of his body, practically tearing him apart as Otis screamed in agony.
The last thing Shane heard before leaving were Otis' agonizing screams...
He was aware that him missing a piece of his hair would bring up some questions, which was something he pretty much wanted to avoid. He began to search through the drawers until he found a buzzer. He quickly shaved his head to hide what he had done.
When he finished he stared at his reflection, now being a changed a man, a man that changed for the worse...
Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.
