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Duncan stared at the shed ahead of him as he was slowly making his way towards it. That shed was the place where Randall was placed by the group after the recent events and Daryl was the one who was picked to interogatte him. The juvie felt like his time to ask Randall about Timothy was running out and decided to finally go and have a talk with him about it.

He approached the shed and leaned his head against the entrance to it, to make sure that Randall wasn't currently telling anything important to Daryl about his group. The only thing that he heard was Daryl punching and slamming Randall against the wall, who groaned in pain and it was enough for Duncan to understand that he can come in without interrupting them that much.

He pushed the door open, earning the attention of Daryl and Randall, "Hey, Daryl."

Daryl turned away from Randall and looked at the juvie, "What are you doing here, kid?"

"Do you need a break?" Duncan asked him, "I can stay here and watch him over for a few minutes."

"Are you sure?" Daryl asked.

"For how long have you been here?" Duncan asked, when the younger Dixon stayed silent, he added, "That's what I am talking about. Go out and take a few minute walk, or something like that. I'll make sure that he won't escape."

Daryl remained silent for a few seconds and eyed the juvie, before exiting the shed, leaving the juvie alone with Randall. Duncan followed him to the exit and waited until the Daryl will be in the safe distance. After making sure of that, he closed the doors and walked over to Randall, intending to have the conversation with him that he wanted to have since Chef told him one thing about Randall's group.

When he knelt down in front of Randall, he asked him, "I have a few questions."

"About what?" Randall asked him, "I already told your friend..."

Duncan didn't let Randall finish his sentence. He pulled out his Smith & Wesson 3914 which once belonged to Timothy and showed it off to him, asking the prisoner, "Looks familiar?"

"This pistol. It was Timothy's..." Shock grew on Randall's facial features once realization appeared in his mind, "...You killed him."

"I wasn't the one who killed him." Duncan explained. He wasn't lying. Chef was the one who killed Timothy, "What happened to him was his own fault."

"What?" Randall asked, growing more fearful by that.

"He tried to take me to that leader of yours, Harlan, isn't it?" Duncan asked, to which Randall just gave him a short and fearful nod in confirmation, "And when I refused he threatened to kill me."

"I see." Randall breathed a nervous sigh, "He didn't leave guys a choice..."

"Where did he got this pistol from?" Duncan asked, going straight to the topic, knowing that he had limited time. Daryl could be back any second, "He told me that he got it from a guy that ended his life, but I don't really believe in it. Did you know how he really got it?"

"I wasn't there when it happened, but I was told by Nate, how Timothy got it." Randall began.

"Then, tell me." Duncan demanded, "I'm on limited time here."

"It was about a week after he joined the group. He was with Sean, Dave and Tony and they split up from the rest to go a supply run in some abandoned trailer park that wasn't as abandoned as it seemed at first." Randall continued as Duncan listened carefully, "There were two people there. One of them was the owner of this pistol. I think you should now know what happened to him and his friend."

Duncan nodded his head. Randall didn't say to say more about to make him understand what Timothy, Sean, Dave and Tony did to the first owner of this pistol and his friend. He pulled the pistol aside and pulled out one more thing that he wanted to know about Timothy. It was a picture of two young girls with one more person that was ripped out that Timothy carried with him.

He showed it off to Randall, making sure that the young man took a good look at it, "What about girls from this picture? Who were they? What happened to them?"

Randall shook his head, "You don't want to know that."

"I want to." Duncan said, "Otherwise I wouldn't come here."

Randall sighed, knowing that the teen interogatting him at this moment wasn't going to like it, "One night we found this little campsite. A man and his two daughters-teenagers, you know? Real young. Real cute. Their daddy had to watch while these guys and Timothy was one of these guys..."

"What about their father?" Duncan asked, feeling anger raise in his voice, "What happened to him afterwards?"

"They didn't even kill him. They just left him there." Randall explained, shaking his head, "Before they left, Timothy took this picture from their father and ripped him out and threw it over their bodies. He said to their father that him being in that picture will ruin the view for him."

This was all Duncan needed to hear. His eye twitched. The Timothy that he knew from the juvenille hall wasn't a saint but to be the honest neither was he, but Timothy was never the type of person that would kill someone just to get their stuff, or even worse, rape someone in front of their parents.

He stood up when he heard someone, most likely Daryl coming back to the shed. He moved towards the exit and stopped right in front of him when he heard Randall say something to him.

"I'm not like them." Randall told him, attempting to convice him let him go, "I was with them only because I wanted to survive..."

Duncan didn't reply to his pleads. He only turned to give him one last short look before exiting the shed, exchanging a quick look with Daryl who entered it shorty after. The juvie didn't move that away from the shed. He leaned against the wall and looked at the sky.

He shook his head. He took out his lighter and used it to set the picture on fire. He watched how the flames started to eat and picture and whispered, "What the hell happened to you, Tim?"


Everyone from the group was gathered around a bonfire while Daryl was approaching them from the distance, intending to tell them everything that Randall told him about his group.

"So what you gonna do?" Lori asked, pouring herself a cup of hot water, "We'd all feel better if we knew the plan."

"Do have a plan?" Cody asked shorty after.

"We gonna keep him here?" Glenn was the next one to ask something.

"We'll know soon enough." Rick said as he pointed at approaching Daryl.

Everyone turned to look at the redneck who stopped in front of them, beginning to explain, "There's got a gang, 30 men. They have heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends. They roll through here,our boys are dead. And our women, they're gonna wish they were."

"What did you do?" Carol asked, spotting blood on Daryl's wrists.

"Had a little chat." Daryl explained, plain and true.

"No one goes near this guy." Rick declared.

"Someone should keep an eye on him." Shane stated.

Chef stepped forward, "I'll go."

"There's no need to." Daryl stopped him, "I left Duncan with him."

"Rick, what are you gonna do?" Lori asked her husband.

Rick sighed, "We have no choice. He's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat."

"You're just gonna kill him?" Dale asked in disbelief, not believing his ears.

"It's settled." Rick told him, starting to walk away from the group, "I'll do it today."

Dale's watched how Rick walked off, before pushing himself into a small sprint to catch up to him, "You can't do this. You don't wanna do this. I know you don't."

"I thought about it all night. Knowing what we know now, I don't see a way out of it." Rick explained.

"But you can't just decide on your own to take someone's life." Dale stated.

"The group seemed supportive." Rick pointed out.

"What, because they didn't speak back?" Dale asked him, making Rick stop, "You didn't let 'em. There's gotta be a process."

"And what would that be?" Rick wanted to know, "We can't call witnesses, go before a judge."

"So he's automatically guilty by association and sentenced to death?" Dale asked him, "He's just a kid! Gimme some time to talk to everyone."

"We can't drag this out." Rick stated, "People are scared."

"Which is why they need time to discuss this." Dale argued.

"No no no, they need to be safe." Rick argued back, "I owe 'em that."

"You think about your son, the message that you're giving him, shoot first, think later." Dale told him, raising his voice, "I'm asking for one day to talk to everybody. You can give me that. Think about Carl."

"I am." Rick nodded his head, "We reconvene at sunset, then what happens happens."


Dale knew that he had only a few hours to talk with everyone with the group about Randall and instantly made his way into the RV to talk with the first person about it. He saw Andrea there, searching through the RV.

She saw his enter the RV and quickly asked, "Did you move the gun bag?"

"Yeah." Dale nodded his head in confirmation, picking up the gun bag from the spot he placed it in. He placed it on the table as Andrea took her seat, in front of it, starting to search through it, "I need you to guard Randall, protect him."

Andrea raised her brow, "Why?"

"Rick's giving me time to talk to the others, try and talk some sense into them." Dale began, "But if Shane finds out..."

Andrea cut him off, "You think he'd just shoot the guy himself?"

"You know killing the boy had to be his idea." Dale stated, "Are you with him on this?"

"He's a threat." Andrea pointed out and shook her head after taking a good look at the bag, "Tell me this isn't all the ammo."

"You're a civil rights lawyer." Dale told her.

"Was." Andrea corrected him, as she pulled her pistol out from the bag before placing it on the table.

"You fight with words, the power of ideas." Dale said, "Using a gun, that's his way."

"You really want to debate about saving a guy who will lead his buddies right to our door?" Andrea asked him.

"That's what a civilized society does." Dale answered.

Andrea titled her head, "Who says we're civilized anymore?"

"No, the world we knew is gone, but keeping our humanity." Dale began, pushing Andrea's pistol towards her, "That's a choice."

"I was already going to watch the prisoner with Tyler." Andrea explained after a moment of silence. She picked her pistol from the table and started heading towards the exit from the RV, "He should be waiting for me by the shed."


Andrea made her way to the shed where Tyler was already waiting for her along with Dale who tried to convice the red clothed teenager to not kill Randall and give him a chance to prove himself, but this talk didn't went exactly as Dale wanted it to go. The eldery man walked away from the duo, after his failed attempt to convice Tyler, telling the jock and Andrea that they should think about it.

They watched him leave and stood with each other, eventually trading a word with themselves, as Randall was pleading them to give him some water, but they didn't respond to any of his calls.

They were approached by Shane who sighed and chuckled at their view, "Dale,huh? What, he put you on death watch? Let me ask you something-say I wanted to go in there right now and I just wanted to take care of this, you gonna stop me? Hmm?"

"We had a good teacher." Andrea answered.

"Yeah." Shane rubbed his head, "So what, you guys buy into Dale's sob story?"

Tyler shook his head, "No. I told him that I'm on your side."

"Same here." Andrea nodded in agreement.

"You see what's happening, don't you?" Shane asked them, "These guys ain't gonna go through with this. I'm telling you, they gonna pussy out. And if they do,we gonna have a big problem on our hands. Let me ask you something-every time we have a problem around here, who do you think's behind it?"

"I'd say that most of our group would say that you're the one behind them." Tyler stated.

Shane chuckled at his response, "Nah, kid. No one listens to me. I say it's the guys that make up the rules, the boys that always have all the answers,even though their answers always prove wrong."

"Then what should we do?" Tyler asked, "We don't have much to say about this. Rick's the leader of this group, and it's Hershel's farm."

"Maybe we oughta change that." Shane stated.

"What,are you gonna lock 'em in a room and take their guns?" Andred asked, jokingly, but when she and Tyler saw Shane's expression, they could see that it was exactly what he was considering. She shook her head, "I don't know."

"This could easily get out of hand." Tyler stated to which Andrea nodded in agreement.

"It won't. Okay? I won't let it." Shane assured them, "Listen, I don't want anybody to get hurt, okay? Rick's my friend, Hershel-he's all right by me."

"And Dale?" Andrea asked him.

"Dale got a big mouth, but he's harmless." Shane laughed, " Look, I just-I wanna know what it's like to sleep without keeping one eye open. Ain't that-ain't that what we all want?"

It was when Tyler heard some noise coming from the shed, following the sound of Randall talking to someone? He raised his index finger in the air, shushing Shane and Andrea and asked, "You guys are hearing that too?"

Andrea and Shane stopped what they were doing and listened carefully to their surroundings, hearing Randall say something to someone inside of the shed, "You help me, I'll take you and your folks back to my people. We'll take good care of you. Keep you safe. Just gotta-just gotta help me get out of here, okay?"

Shane's and Andrea's eyes snapped open. Someone indeed was in the shed along with Randall. The latter pulled out her pistol while Tyler quickly readied his baseball bat. Shane quickly opened the entrance to the shed and his eyes widened when he saw Carl inside.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Shane asked him, pushing Carl away from Randall, before glaring at the prisoner. He pulled his pistol out and shoved Randall against the wall, pointing his pistol right at the young man's forehead, "What did you say to him? What did you say to him, huh?

"I-I didn't say nothing." Randall nervously stuttered out.

Shane wasn't buying it, "You like talking, man? You like talking?!"

"Shane, not now/ We'll deal with him later." Andrea and Tyler said at the same time as Shane turned back to look at them and Carl. He sighed and removed the barrel of his pistol from Randall's forehead.

He holstered his pistol and focused his attention on Carl. He grabbed him by his shoulder and shoved him out of the shed, "Get your ass out this door."

"Please don't tell my parents." Carl nervously said as Tyler and Andrea came out from the shed right after them.

"Carl, that ain't cool, man." Shane scolded, "You could've gotten hurt in there."

"I can handle myself." Carl said in response.

Shane placed his hand on Carl's shoulder and pointed his index finger in his other hand at the kid, staring straight into his eyes, "Let me tell you something, you do not go near him again. Do you hear me?"

"You won't tell my parents, will you?" Carl repeated his question, still nervous.

"Carl man, this isn't about getting in trouble, okay?" Shane began, "A guy like that,he will say anything to you. He'll try to make you feel sorry for him. He'll try to make you let your guard down. You let your guard down out here,people die. Now just do me a favor,man, now go find your ma and quit trying to get yourself killed, man."


Duncan was leaning against the tree nearby the farm and just stared ahead, thinking about Timothy and the information that he found out about him from Randall when he heard someone approach him.

"Duncan." A familiar voice spoke up to him. He turned around to the source of the voice and saw Courtney approaching him with Daryl walking closely behind her.

"What do you guys want?" The juvie asked them.

Courtney sat down next to him, "Daryl came to the camp and told me that there wasn't something wrong about you since you stayed with Randall, and he heard you whisper something to yourself about someone named Tim."

"Of course. I should have realized that Daryl may have heard that." Duncan sighed, "I guess there's no point of keeping this as a secret anymore."

"What secret?" Daryl wanted to know, standing in front of him.

Daryl pulled out his pistol and made sure to give Courtney and Daryl a good look at it, "I and Chef didn't told you the truth about how I got this pistol. I wasn't attacked by a walker, and I didn't cut my own cheek while fighting it. Someone else did."

"What are you talking about?" Courtney asked him. Daryl looked like he was about to ask this question too.

"Princess, do you remember when I mentioned my buddies from the juvie to you?" Duncan asked her in return.

"I do. Their name were Chad, Freddie and Timo..." Courtney's eyes widened. Daryl told her about Duncan mentioning someone named Tim to himself. Did that mean, "Is this something related to Timothy?"

"Yes." Duncan nodded his head, "This pistol was his. He tried to kill me."

"What?" Courtney asked, as Daryl just listened, not saying a thing, "Why would he do that?"

"I didn't want to go with him." Duncan answered, "He wanted to take me to his group, but I refused. We had a talk before that, and some of the things he said to me just felt off. I was certain that it wasn't going to end well for me and I was right to not trust him."

"Why?" Courtney raised her brow.

Duncan sighed, bracing himself for their reactions, "He was from Randall's group."

Courtney's eyes snapped open, "What? Are you sure?"

"Yes." Duncan nodded his head in confirmation, "When Chef, Chris, DJ, Rick, Glenn and Hershel came across these two guys in the town, Dave and Tony, they asked them if the saw someone named Timothy, and the description they gave him matched him perfectly."

"You couldn't tell us sooner?" Daryl asked, a hint of anger in his voice, "You couldn't tell us that there may be a group of people like that around?"

"I and Chef were planning to tell you." Duncan began, but was interrupted.

"Chef?" Courtney asked, wanting to be sure, "He was there when it happened?"

"He was the one who killed Timothy. He saved my ass." Duncan explained, "As I was saying, we were going to tell you, but we just didn't, because of everything that recently happened, the barn, Sophia's death, Lori's pregnancy, the gunfight in that town. I think you get my point, at least I hope you do."

"I still think that you should tell us about that." Daryl said, "But what happened, already happened, and there is nothing that can be done about it."

Duncan looked up at Daryl, "I told you to go on a break from interogatting him, because I wanted to ask Randall some questions about Timothy. He told me the story about these two girls and how Timothy was one of the guys that, you know. He even kept the picture of them afterwards."

Daryl instantly knew to what Duncan was referring to. He sighed and nodded his head.

"I've been thinking to myself." Duncan continued, "What the hell happened to you, Tm? The Timothy I knew from before this entire thing happened wasn't a thing, but to be honest, neither was I. He was never any of those things that Randall told me about."

"Duncan." Courtney began as she placed her hand on Duncan's shoulder to comfort him, causing the juvie to look at her, "You can't beat yourself over the things that Timothy did or the person that he became over these past few months. There was nothing you could do about it."

Duncan nodded his head, "I know that, princess."

It was when a familiar voice rang through their ears, "There you are."

They turned to the source of the voice and saw Dale approaching them. Courtney asked him, "What is it, Dale?"

"I need to talk with all of you." Dale explained, stopping in front of them.

"Carol send you?" Daryl asked.

The younger Dixon didn't had to wait long for the reply, "Carol's not the only one that's concerned about you, your new role in the group."

"It this about Randall, Dale?" Courtney wanted to know, even though the answer was quite obvious for her.

"It is." Dale confirmed it with a nod of his head, "I want you to stand with me, try to save the kid's life."

"No." Duncan shook his head, "I'm with Rick on this one."

"Why?" Dale asked, "Do you really want to sentence someone to death only because he is related to a group that attacked us?"

"Dale." The juvie began, "We all heard from Daryl about the things that Randall's group did and would most likely do to us if they found out about this place. What if Randall will use the fact that we decided to trust him and spare his life and will led his group right to us?"

Dale stared at Duncan for a second, before shifting his attention to Courtney, hoping that the CIT will at least be on his side, "Courtney."

"I'm sorry, Dale." The CIT sighed, "But we can't risk it."

The eldery man turned to look at the last person, "Daryl..."

Daryl shook his head, "Didn't peg you for a desperate son of a bitch."

"Guys." Dale told them, "Your opinion makes a difference."

Daryl scoffed, "Man, ain't nobody looking at me for nothing."

"Carol is, so are Duncan and Courtney, and I am. right now." Dale said to him, "And you obviously have Rick's ears."

"Rick just looks to Shane." Daryl stated, "Let him."

"You cared about what happened to Sophia, cared what it meant to the group. Torturing people? That isn't you. You're a decent man. All three of you. You are all decent people." Dale told them, "So is Rick, but Shane, he's different."

Daryl exchanged a look with Duncan before asking, "What's that? 'Cause he killed Otis?"

Dale's eyes snapped open in shock. He came closer to them, "He tell you that?"

"Dale, it was quite obvious." Duncan stated, "He told us that Otis stayed behind to keep the walkers away from him, and yet, he came back with his weapon."

"Rick ain't stupid. If he didn't figure that out, it's 'cause he didn't wanna." Daryl added, "It's like I said, this group's broken."


After failing to convice Daryl, Duncan and Courtney to support him in the situation with Randall, Dale made way through the farm to have a talk about it with the owner of this place. It took him several minutes to find him. He saw the farmer working along with DJ near some small lake.

He approached them and asked, "What happened?"

"A dozen steer busted through the fence." Hershel explained, "We've been wrangling the runways all morning. Good thing I had DJ here to help."

DJ shrugged his shoulders, offering Hershel a smile, "You needed help and I did what I could."

Hershel returned DJ's smile before turning his attention back to Dale, stating, "But you're not here to talk cattle."

"The boy." Dale stated.

"The prisoner." Hershel corrected.

"Randall..." Dale continued, but was interrupted.

"I don't want to know." Hershel cut him off, "I'm told they're deciding his fate. I'll leave it with Rick."

Dale shook his head, gesturing towards the area around them, "But this is your home."

"I want him away from my girls." Hershel explained, "I don't care how."

"It's an execution." Dale pointed out, "You can't stand by the sidelines. You're a man with convictions."

"To tell you the truth, I was." Hershel stated, "Or at least I thought I was. But I've made too many mistakes."

"Would you at least talk with Randall before making up your mind?" Dale asked, seeing that even Hershel wasn't on his side.

"No." Hershel shook his head, "I'll leave it with Rick."

"DJ." Dale said, earning the said teenager attention. DJ was always one of the people that tried to avoid violence, "What about you? Randall is only a few years older than you. You know that klling him is wrong, right?"

"I don't know what to think about this, Dale." DJ sighed, "On ther first side, I don't think that killing Randall may be the right way, but on the other side, you weren't there in the town when they attacked us. I think I'll leave it to Rick to handle. I'm sure that he'll make the right decision."


Shane was busy putting some things in the car's trunk when he saw someone approaching out of the corner of his eye. He sighed, knowing about what this person was going to talk with him about and closed the trunk.

He leaned against it as Dale made his way to him, "What's up, Dale?"

Dale sighed, already knowing that it was pointless, but he had to try. He was running out of options, "I wanna change your mind."

Shane laughed, "What, you serious?"

"I know you and I will never see eye to eye on much..." Dale began.

"That's the understatement of the year, huh?" Shane stated.

Dale continued as if Shane didn't say anything, "You're not going anywhere..."

Shane shook his head, "Nope."

Dale came closer to Shane, "And I'm not going anywhere."

"Okay." Shane nodded his head.

"So, let's talk about this like men." Dale told Shane, stopping inches away from him.

"You deny we're in danger, Dale?" Shane asked.

"No." Dale shook his head, "But there's so many of us, one of him."

"There's 30 of them." Shane pointed out.

"Killing him doesn't change that." Dale pointed out in return.

Shane shook his head, "No."

"But it changes us." Dale stated.

Shane snorted, "You got balls, Dale. I'm gonna give you that. Now, I'll tell you what, in a little bit when y'all gather, you're gonna talk about this. If you've convinced them to keep this guy alive, I ain't gonna say a damn word about it, okay? But I'm telling you now, man to man, you're wrong. And when this guy kills somebody I ain't gonna need to say anything, because that blood is gonna be on you. You're wrong about this, Dale. You're damn wrong."


Glenn walked into the farmhouse and made his way through it to check how Beth was doing and heard that Hershel was in the room with her. He slowly walked into the room, making both of the Greene's stop their conversationa and look at him.

"How is she?" He asked Hershel.

"She seems to be in good spirits today." Hershel answered as he stood up before giving his daughter a quick kiss on her forehead. "Aren't you, doodlebug?"

"Well." Glenn said, as Hershel started to make his way towards the exit. The asian man turned to leave too, "Let me know if I can do anything."

Once they walked out from the room, Hershel asked, "Where's you family from?"

"Michigan." Glenn replied, "But before that, Korea."

Hershel nodded his head in response, "Immigrants built this country. Never forget that. Our family came from Ireland."

Glenn chuckled, "Maggie Greene-I kinda figured."

Hershel smiled at him, pulling out a small pocket watch from his pocket, before starting to come closer to Glenn, "My grandfather brought this over from the old country. He passed it on to my father,who passed it on to me. I pawned it to pay for a night of drinking I no longer remember."

They both shared a quick chuckle before Glenn asked him, "You bought it back."

"My late wife did. Josephine, Maggie's mother. She gave it back years later when I sobered up." Hershel began, "She was a good woman, my Jo. Maggie's a lot like her. When we were in that bar and afterwards, I thought about a lot of things. You become a father someday, you'll understand. No man is good enough for your little girl until one is."

He held the watch out to Glenn who just stared at him, unsure if he should take it or not, "Go on now, before I change my mind about you."

Glenn eyed the watch and smiled at Hershel, "Thanks."


The sun had finally set which meant only one thing. The time to discuss Randall's fate has come. The entire group started to gather in the farm house. Carl wanted to be a part o this meeting too. He ran over to his mother who was walking up the stairs towards the opened entrance to the house.

"Come on, Carl." His mother said to him, "I want you to stay with Jimmy."

Carl looked up at her, following her into the house, "But-but I wanna listen."

"Not this time." Lori shook her head, entering the house, "Come on."

The entire living room was filled with people that it almost ran out of the free space as everyone waited for the discussion to start. The group was about to start, but stopped when they saw someone standing in the entrance to the room. It was Carl. Everyone stared at him, and although he was a bit hesitatant, he walked away to another room.

"So." Gwen began, breaking the silence between the group, "How do we do this?"

"Are we going to take a vote, or something like that?" Cody asked right after her.

"Does it have to be unanimous?" Andrea asked.

"How about majority rules?" Harold was the one to ask something.

"Let's just see where everybody stands then we can talk through the options." Rick explained.

"Well, where I sit." Shane began, "There's only one way to move forward."

"Killing him, right?" Dale spoke up, "I mean why bother to even take a vote? It's clear which way the wind's blowing."

Rick turned to look at him, "Well, if people believe we should spare him, I wanna know."

"I can tell you it's a small group." Dale told him, "Maybe just me and Glenn and Bridgette."

Glenn looked up at Dale. He saw how the eldery's man looked at him in disbelief, "Look, I-I think you're pretty much right about everything,all the time, but this..."

"They've got you scared." Dale stated.

"He's not one of us." Glenn said to clarify his decision, "And we've lost too many people already."

Dale turned away from Glenn to look at Bridgette and from the look on her face, he could say that the surfer wasn't sure about if letting Randall live was a good idea.

"I'm sorry, Dale." She said to him, "I'm not really sure what to think about it. I'll make my decision later."

Dale pointed at Owen and Izzy, "How about you, guys? Do you agree with this?"

"Can't we just keeping locked up?" Owen asked to which Izzy nodded in agreement.

"Just another mouth to feed." Daryl stated.

"There's already too many of us here." Duncan added.

"It may be a lean winter." Hershel declared.

"Eh, we could always ration better, right?" Ezekiel suggested.

"Well, he could be an asset." Dale said, "Give him a chance to prove himself."

"You want us to put him to work?" Chris asked the first thing that came into his mind after Dale's words.

Rick shook his head, "We're not letting him walk around."

"We could put an escort on him." Maggie said.

Alejandro raised his brow, "Who wants to volunteer for that duty?"

"I will." Dale instantly volunteered.

Chef shook his head, "I don't think any of us should be walking around with this guy."

"He's right." Lori agreed with the co-host of Total Drama, "I wouldn't feel safe unless he was tied up."

"We can't exactly put chains around his ankles, sentence him to hard labor." Noah stated.

"Look." Shane said, earning everyone's attention, "Say we let him join us,right? Maybe he's helpful, maybe he's nice. We let our guard down and maybe he runs off, brings back his 30 men."

"So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime that he may never even attempt?" Dale asked him, "If we do this,we're saying there's no hope. Rule of law is dead. There is no civilization."

Shane shook his head and placed his hand on his forehead, "Oh my god."

"Leaving him with us is too risky, Dale." Tyler said, "We can't risk it. What if he will somehow find a way how to led his group to us without us noticing?"

"Could you drive him further out?" DJ suggested, "Leave him like you planned?"

Harold shook his head at DJ's suggestion, "We barely came back last time."

"And there's too many bad scenarios for this idea." Duncan added.

"What if they'll get ambushed by the people from his group?" Courtney said one of the bad scenarios, and this one was certainly the worst.

"They're right." Glenn stated, "We should not put our own people at risk."

"If we'll decide to do it, then how will you deal with him?" Cody asked. Killing someone already felt like too much for him, but the group raised some valid points. He felt conflicted about this whole thing, but they couldn't risk it, right? They couldn't risk that the people who did all of the things that Daryl told them about would come here and do all of these things to them, "Would he suffer?

"We could hang up, right?" Shane suggested, "Just snap his neck."

Chef shook his head, "Shooting will be more humane."

"And what about the body?" T-Dog wanted to know.

"Should we bury him or burn him?" Alejandro asked shorty ater.

"Hold on, hold on." Dale shushed everyone, "You're talking about this like it's already decided."

"You've been talking all day, going around in circles." Heather pointed out, "You just wanna go around in circles again?"

"This is a young man's life and it is worth more that a five-minute conversation! Is this what it's come to?" Dale declared, "We kill someone because we can't decide what else to do with him? You saved him and now look at us. He's been tortured. He's gonna be executed. How are we any better than those people that we're so afraid of?"

"Hold on, Dale." Duncan said, "Aren't you going a bit far with us being no better than his people? We don't kill people because we want to take their supplies."

"No, Dale is right." Rick stated, "We can't leave any stone unturned here. We have a responsibility."

"So what's the other solution?" Andrea cut him off, "We haven't come up with a single viable option yet. I wish we could."

"So let's work on it!" Dale exclaimed.

"Stop it." Carol spoke up, making everyone turn to look at her, "I'm sick of everybody arguing and fighting. I didn't ask for this. You can't ask us to decide something like this. Please decide-either of you, both of you-but leave me out."

Dale looked at her and shook his head, "Not speaking out or killing him yourself. There's no difference."

"That's enough." Rick said, "Anybody that wants the floor before we make a final decision has the chance."

Seeing that everyone stayed silent, Dale pointed at Rick , recalling a certain words the the sheriff deputy said back in Atlanta, "You once said that we don't kill the living."

"Well." Rick said, turning to look at him, "That was before the living tried to kill us."

"What about you, Chris?" Dale asked the host of Total Drama, causing Chris to look at him, "When you had to kill one of these men in the city, you became a shadow of a person for a few days! You want to go through this again?"

Chris shook his head, starting to explain, "I killed that man to protect Glenn, Dale. I couldn't even look at my pistol for the rest of that night, but I know that I did what had to be done to protect our group."

'But don't you see? If we do this, the people that we were, the world that we knew is dead. And this new world is ugly. It's. harsh. It's it's survival of the fittest. And that's a world I don't wanna live in and I don't believe that any of you do. I can't. Please. Let's just do what's right." Dale argued. He looked around the room, "Isn't there anybody else who's gonna stand with me?"

"He's right." Andrea said, after a moment of complete silence, "We should try to find another way."

Bridgette sighed, finally making her voice too, "I agree with Dale too. Killing a person just to prevent something that we're not sure will happen just feels wrong to me."

Rick looked around the room, "Anybody else?"

Everyone remained silent. There were a few people that considered siding with Dale, but at the end, decided to side with the rest of the group. DJ was one of them, but he ultimately decided to stay silent. He didn't want to risk the scenarion in which Randall will lead his group, the one that almost killed him during that night, the one that would have kill him without a second thought to this farm, and will kill, or even do worse things to the people from this group.

"Are y'all gonna watch too?" Dale shook his head, "No, you'll go hide your heads in your tents and try to forget that we're slaughtering a human being. I won't be a party to it."

He walked over to Daryl, Duncan and Courtney who stood together in the back of the room, and placed the hand on the younger Dixon's shoulder, "This group is broken."


The sun had disappeared from the horizon and Randall could only stare at the darkened sky of the night as Rick, Shane, Chef, Chris and Daryl were leading him towards the barn. Daryl and Chef held him by his shoulders, to make sure he wasn't going to try to escape as Shane, Rick and Chris walked in front of them.

"Hold on." He said to them, but they didn't respond. They just kept taking him to the barn, "Hold on."

Rick opened the entrance to the barn and walked in, followed by everyone else. He pointed at one spot in the barn and said, "Put him there."

Daryl and Chef nodded as they lead Randall to the spot that was in the middle of the barn, before handing him over to Shane who started to put a blindfold over the young's man eyes.

"It's all gonna be over soon." Shane assured him.

"What?" Randall asked in confusion as Shane finished putting blindfold over his eyes, "What's gonna be over soon?"

"Relax." Shane told him.

Rick pulled out his Python and readied it. It was when a realization of what was going to happen to him appeared in Randall's mind. He broke in tears, as everyone stepped away from him.

"Would you like to stand or kneel?" Rick asked him, standing in front of Randall.

"Oh no,please." Randall pleaded, "Please..."

Chef came over to Randall and brought the young man to his knees. Randall continued to sob as Rick asked him, "Do you have any final words?"

"No. Please." Randall pleaded, tears spilling down his cheeks, "Please, don't. Don't."

Rick aimed his Python at Randall's forehead. The young man continued to cry and beg to spare his life as Rick only sighed to that. He was about to pull the trigger when he heard a familiar and very young voice say something to him.

"Do it, dad." He lowered his Python, as everyone, including himself turned to the source of the voice and saw Carl standing in the entrance to the barn. They didn't even notice when he entered it, "Do it."

Chef's eyes widened in shock, "What are you doing here, kid?"

Rick stared at Carl in shock as his son just encouraged him to do it. He looked around himself to see everyone staring at Carl as shocked as he was. He turned to look at Shane and Chris and made a quick motion with his head, telling them to take Carl out of here without saying a word.

"Are you kidding me?" Shane asked as he instantly started to walk towards Carl, grabbing the young boy by his shoulders, as Chris was quick to follow him, "What did I say to you?"

Rick aimed his Python at Randall's head for another time and let out a deep sigh. He didn't fire his pistol. He couldn't do it. Not with what happened just a few seconds ago. Not with that his son just told him a few seconds ago.

He lowered his Python and turned to look at Daryl and Chef, "Take him away."

Randall sighed in relief as he could feel this feeling overcoming his body. Daryl and Chef walked over to the young man and lifted him up from his knees by his shoulders. They started to take him towards the exit from the barn as Rick turned to look at Carl, Shane and Chris. He could see Shane shake his head and slam the doors to the barn in anger, before stepping out of it. Chef and Daryl left the barn to place Randall back in the shed shorty after.

Rick stared at his son for a few seconds, before walking out of the barn with him and Chris shorty after. It didn't took them that long to make their way back to the camp. Everyone instantly looked at them the moment they stepped into the camp.

"Randall's still alive." Chris declared.

"We're keeping him in custody." Rick added, "For now."

Andrea smiled and stood up from the log he was sitting on, "I'm gonna find Dale."

Lori noticed the look on her husband's face and knew that something must have happen in the barn. She looked down at her son, "Carl, go inside, please."

Carl gave a short nod of his head, knowing that he was in trouble. He walked away from his dad's side into the tent, leaving his parents to have a tlak in four eyes.

"He followed us." Rick whispered to his wife, shaking his head,, "He wanted to watch. I couldn't."

"That's okay." Lori assured her husband, pulling him into a hug, "That's okay."

They released each other from the hug when someone's screams rang through their ears. They weren't the only one who heard that. Everyone in the camp quickly stopped what they were doing and gathered around themselves.

"Did you heard that?" Leshawna asked.

"Was that Dale?" Sierra asked shorty after.

"Get Carl." Rick told his wife who nodded her head right after they released each other from the hug. She quickly went into the tent to get their son as Rick pulled out his Python, pushing himself into run, "T-Dog, Izzy, Harold, Alejandro, get a shotgun now!"

He didn't had to tell them twice. They did exactly as Rick told them to do. They quickly started making their way to the RV to get shotgun from the gun bag for each one of them as Rick was now running in the direction of the scream. Everyone followed him. The panicked screams took them straight to gate which was leading to the fields of Hershel's farm. Rick quickly opened it with a firm kick and ran into the fields along with the group. Everyone split up into groups and started to run aross the fields.

"Dale!" Andrea cried out in worry.

"Where are you!?' Bridgette shouted, sounding as worried as Andrea.

Everyone proceeded to run through the field, trying to spot Dale as he let out one long agonizing scream of pain. Chef and Daryl who ran together heard it and realized that Dale must have been close to them. They finally saw him in the distance, trying to fight off a walker which was on top of him. They ran even faster than before and Chef who was the first one to reach Dale took the walker off Dale and threw it aside.

His eyes widened and he gasped when he saw the state that Dale was in. The walker had torn a huge hole in his stomach, and his insides visible were left pretty visible for the co-host of Total Drama. Chef quickly went over to Dale's side and knelt in front of him, as the old man only stared at him, letting out painful breaths and grunts.

Daryl quickly stabbed the walker that attacked Dale in the head with his knife, getting rid of it. He waved his hands around, screaming, "Hey! We're here! Over here!"

"Look at me, soldier." Chef said to Dale who stared at him, and didn't said anything. Daryl quickly went over to them, as Chef continued, "You're gonna be alright. You hear me?"

Shane and Rick were the first ones that made their way to Chef, Daryl and wounded Dale, the hole in the old man's stomach being the first thing that they spotted on their arrival. Shane rubbed his head as Rick quickly went over to Dale's side and knelt down in front of him.

"Listen to my voice. All right?" The sheriff deputy said, grasping Dale's beard as the group started to gather around them. He turned back and called out, "Hershel! We need Hershel!"

"Everything is going to be alright, soldier." Chef kept assuring Dale, "We're here. We're gonna help you."

Andrea dropped her flashlight and gasped. She fell on her knees and placed her hand on his shoulder, feeling how tears started to appear in her eyes, "Hang on, Dale. Hang on."

"Dale, we're gonna help. We're here. Just hold on." Rick told Dale.

Hershel ran over to them, "What happened?"

"What can we do?" Rick asked as Hershel knelt down in front of Dale and took a good look at the state he was in, "Can we move him?"

Hershel turned away from Dale to look at Rick and shook his head, "He won't make the trip."

"You have to do the operation here." Rick stated, "Glenn, Noah, Izzy, get back to the house."

Hershel placed his hand on Rick's shoulder, "Rick..."

Rick shook his head, "No!"

Andrea was now fully crying, "Oh, god..."

Glenn and Noah exchanged a look with each other, the asian man was seconds away from bursting into tears as Noah simply placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him, looking as saddened as Glenn was. DJ was crying too and so was Bridgette, the former placing his hands over his eyes. Tyler gripped his baseball bat tightly and glared at the lifeless body of a walker ahead of them, before starting to make his way towards it. Everyone else just stared at Dale, not saying anything, and not doing anything, before there was nothing they could do to save his life.

Carl who just made his way to the group, eyed the walker carefully and his eyes widened. He could feel tears coming into his eyes as he embraced his mom tightly.

"Guys, he's suffering." Gwen stated, as Dale kept groaning in pain.

"Do something." Andrea sobbed.

Rick sighed and he pulled his Python out from it's holster. His hand was shaking when he aimed it right at Dale's head, intending to end his suffering, but he couldn't pull the trigger. He couldn't bring himself to do it.

Daryl came over to Rick's side and took the Python from him. He aimed it at Dale's head, who made a motion that looked like nodding, as if he was giving him permission, "I'm sorry, brother."

The younger Dixon pulled the trigger and the Python fired. One bullet was enough to end Dale's suffering as his lifeless eyes stared up at everyone. The group stared at his lifeless body, not saying anything. The only sound that came from them was the sound of a few of them crying.

They didn't even paid attention to Tyler who was smashing the walker that caused Dale's death to pieces. He didn't stop just on it's head. He moved towards other parts of it's body and it was just matter of time before there was nothing but a bloody mush left of it.


Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.