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The morning after Dale's death was hard for everyone. Many people still couldn't believe that Dale, one of the kindest people you could come across in this world would just die like that. Shane declared that he'll go on a small investigation to find out how the walker found itself on the farm and he didn't had to wait long for the volunteers.

Tyler and Andrea immediately volunteered. So did T-Dog and Alejandro. They all got themselves into Otis' blue truck and drove off. Shane sat in the driver seat and Andrea and Tyler sat next to him in the passenger seat. Alejandro and T-Dog sat together in the trunk of the truck and simply observed how they were passing by the fields of Hershels' farm.

The traces left by the walker that become nothing but a bloody mush after Tyler unleashed his rage upon it for causing the death of another people in the group lead them to a certain place in the forest, but their investigation wasn't over. They found more traces of the undead leading towards the farm. They couldn't let more people share Dale's fate and instantly followed the traces.

They found what they were looking for when they saw a few walkers in front of them, feasting on one of Hershel's cows. Shane, Tyler, Andrea, Alejandro and T-Dog knew what do be done next. Tyler readied his baseball bat, Shane took out a shovel from the trunk of the truck, Alejandro pulled out his tomahawk and Andrea picked up a pitchfork and hammer from the trunk of the truck and handed the hammer to T-Dog.

The group of five people moved towards the walker. Most of the undead noticed them and started approaching them pretty quickly, completely forgetting about their meal. Alejandro swung his tomahawk at the first approaching walker, getting rid of it as T-Dog got rid of another one by slamming his hammer right in the back of it's head. Andrea got rid of another one with her pitchfork. The pointy ends of her pitchfork went right through it's bottom jaw right to it's brain.

Tyler gripped his baseball bat tightly before slamming his weapon right against the head of approaching walker. The undead was threw backwards a bit, not caring about the fact that it was hit right in it's head with a metal baseball and continued to make it's way towards the jock who ended it's life with another swing of his baseball bat.

Alejandro stabbed the walker that just noticed them right in it's head with his tomahawk, leaving only one walker to take care of. Shane made sure to take it of it. He made it collaps on the ground, and started kicking it across it's body. He was quickly joined by Tyler, Andrea, T-Dog and Alejandro and the entire group focused their attention on kicking this one walker until it couldn't move anymore.

"Tyler." Shane said, making everyone stop and turn to look at him, "Can you do the honors?"

He didn't had to say it twice to the red clothed teenager. The jock moved over to the walker and proceeded to smash it's head until there was nothing left of it, unleashing his anger on this one walker which was caused by him failing to save Dale from sharing the same fate as Lindsay. The group stared at the bloody mush that used to be a head just a few seconds ago, for a second, before turning to look at each other.

Their work here was done. They made their way back to the truck and drove off back to the farm.

After all, there was a funeral that they had to attend.


The sun was starting to disappear from the horizon as the entire group was gathered around the grave that they had dug for Dale to honor him. His grave was placed right next to DJ's Momma. Everyone in the group were saddened by his death. Dale was one of the kindest people you could come across and he didn't deserve to die like this. Andrea, Bridgette, DJ, Carl and Glenn weren't afraid to show their tears.

Tyler was crying too, despise disagreeing recently with Dale on many things, the jock respected the eldery man. After all he was the one that made him leave that CDC building before the explosion. Dale saved his life, but now Tyler failed to save his...

"Dale could get under your skin. He sure got under mine, because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought,how he felt." Rick began his speech to honor Dale's life and death as everyone listened carefully to everything he had to say, "That kind of honesty is rare and brave. Whenever I'd make a decision, I'd look at Dale. He'd be looking back at me with that look he had. We've all seen it one time or another. I couldn't always read him,but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us..."

The sheriff deputy stopped for a moment and looked around his group, before continuing his speech, "The truth, who we really are. In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity. He said this group was broken. The best way to honor him is to unbreak it. Set aside our differences and pull together, stop feeling sorry for ourselves and take control of our lives, bour safety..."

"Our future." He continued, after another moment of silence, "We're not broken. We're gonna prove him wrong. From now on we're gonna do it his way. That is how we honor Dale..."

The group started to separate shorty after Rick was done speaking for Dale.


This day was certainly a busy one for the group because they were taking their things from their camp to the farm house. Most of the members of the group were packing their stuff into the vehicles while Rick, Hershel, Shane, Daryl, Maggie, Chris and Chef stood together.

"Gonna be tight for all of us in one house." Rick stated.

"I couldn't have said it better myself. I'm exactly sure how we're going to fit in this house." Chef agreed with him.

"Yeah." Chris nodded his head in agreement, "It's not as big as my house."

"House? You mean your villa?" Chef asked him.

Chris rolled his eyes at his fellow host, "I haven't seen it in months, and I don't think I'm going to see it ever again."

"Don't worry about that." Hershel assured them, "With the swamp hardening, the creek drying up..."

"With 50 head of cattle on the property,we might as well be ringing a damn dinner bell." Maggie finished for her father.

"She's right." Hershel nodded his head, "We should've moved you in a while ago."

"All right,let's move the vehicles near each of the doors facing out toward the road." Rick began as everyone split up to help the others pack their stuff, "We'll build a lookout in the windmill, another in the barn loft. That should give us sightlines both sides of the property. T-Dog, Alejandro, I want you two and Chef to take the perimeter around the house. Keep track of everyone coming and going."

"What about standing guard?" Alejandro asked.

"Duncan, Daryl and Izzy will take care of it." Rick answered.

"Gotcha." T-Dog said as Alejandro gave a silent nod of his head in response.

Hershel walked past Rick, carrying a few boxes, "I'll stock the basement with food and water,enough that we can all survive there a few days if need be."

"What about patrols?" Andrea asked.

"Let's get this area locked down first. After that, Shane'll assign shifts while me, Chef, Chris and Daryl take Randall offsite and cut him loose." Rick answered.

He turned to look at Shane who shook his head, "We're back to that now?"

"It was the right plan first time around." Rick stated, "It just had poor execution."

Shane laughed, "That's a slight understatement."

"You don't agree,but this is what's happening. Swallow it. Move on." Rick told him.

"You know that Dale's death and the prisoner are two separate things, right?" Shane asked him, "You wanna take Daryl, Chef and Chris as your wingmen, be my guest."

Rick nodded his head, "Thank you."

"You got it." Shane nodded in return as Rick turned to walk away from him. Shane turned to look at Lori and the two exchaned a look with each other

Andrea and Tyler had just finished packing some stuff into the trunk of the blue truck as the group started to walk back towards the farm house. Andrea slammed the truck a few times, giving DJ who was the one behind the wheel a signal to start up the car. She didn't had to wait long for his reaction as DJ quickly started up the car and started driving towards the house.

"I see why you're not taking Shane with you." Andrea and Tyler heard Hershel to Rick as they walked next to them, "Just know I've got no more patience where he's concerned."

"He's turning over a new leaf." Rick answered, as he turned to look at Tyler and Andrea, "Guys. When I'm out with Daryl, Chef and Chris, help Hershel keep an eye on things around here."

Andrea and Tyler shared a confused look with each other, "Us?"

"Shane's got a way of letting things get out of hand, especially when he's all torqued up." Rick explained.

"If you're staying here permanently, he's got to understand that it's what Rick and I say, not whatever he wants." Hershel added.

"You've become close." Rick stated.

"We talk." Andrea answered.

"Yeah." Tyler nodded his head, "He's our friend."

"Then you know he's not a bad guy." Rick stated, "He's just his own worst enemy."

Andrea and Tyler exchanged a look with each other, when they realized what Rick meant by that, the former asking just to be sure, "You want us to babysit Shane?"

Rick sighed, "I need to make sure every time I leave the farm all hell doesn't break loose."

"Then maybe you should stop leaving." Tyler said to which Andrea nodded in agreement.

Rick shook his head and turned away from them as Tyler and Andrea started walking away from him. The sheriff deputy turned to look at them again and asked, "Will you keep an eye on things?"

"Of course." Andrea replied as Tyler remained silent, not even turning to look at Rick and Hershel. The two of them proceeded to walk towards the farm house., "Hey, Tyler?"

"What is it?" Tyler asked her.

"How are you holding up?" Andrea asked him in return, "After what happened to Dale last night?"

Tyler sighed, "I'm trying not to think about it. I disagreed with him on many things since we started staying on this farm, but I just wish there was something I could have done to save him. He didn't deserve to die like this. I I never even told him that I was grateful for him talking out of staying in the CDC before that explosion, despise me not acting like I did."

"I wish there was something we could have done to save him too, but I don't there's anything to worry about." Andrea said, placing her hand on her friends shoulder to comfort him, "He talked me out of staying there as well, and I have my share of regrets, but I think that he knew how much we cared for him and he knew that you appreciated him, even though you never had a chance to tell him about that."

Tyler just offered his friend a small smile and anod of his head in response, as Andrea returned it and smiled back as they walked into the house to set up their place.


Shane and Chef exchanged a quick look with each other as they were putting some wood in the trunk of a car. The two of them didn't really talk for the few days mostly because of their difference of choices how to keep their group safe, even though the two of them actually became good friends during their time in Atlanta.

"You know something, man?" Shane asked him.

"What?" Chef asked him in return, throwing a piece of wood into the trunk.

"You never actually told me how you got out of there alive." Shane told him, "I thought that the walkers got you when you stopped shooting at them. How did you survived that night."

"The situation was bad for me, but I am still here as you can see." Chef began, "I hid in one of the rooms and waited for the dawn."

"That's it?" Shane asked, "I doubt that they would just give up on you."

"Because they didn't." Chef answered, "I had to lean against the doors for a few hours until they gave up. When I saw sun rising the first I did was leaving that place. What matters the most is that we saved Carl."

"How do you feel about Dale's death?" Shane asked,

"I think the answer is quite obvious." Chef answered, "I'm sad that we couldn't save him but at the same time I know that there was nothing we could do to save him. He was a good man and he didn't deserve to die like this."

Shane nodded his head in understanding, before realizing something, "This may be the friendliest talk we had with each other since we found out about that barn."

"Yeah." Chef nodded his head to that, "You had different mind about how we should handle that situation and I had different mind how we should handle the barn. We had different minds about how we should keep our group safe. As much as I hate to state this, arguments between us were going to happen sooner or later. and we may have more of them in the future, even if we don't want to accept this fact, because as I already said, we all have different minds about many things. The entire discussion about Randall is a great example of it. "

"Yeah." Shane only nodded his head to that, "You might be right, man."

It was when they how a young voice that belonged to Carl say to them, "Hey, Shane, Chef?"

"What's up, man?" Shane asked, turning to look at Carl.

Chef turned to look at Carl as well, "What you doing, wandering around by yourself?"

"If, um." Carl paused, starting to have seconds thoughts about saying this to them, "if I tell you something, will you promise not to tell my parents?"

Shane rubbed his hands, "I think it's probably a bad idea for both of us, bud."

"We will have to tell that to your parents If this will be something too important to hide." Chef added to which Shane nodded in agreement.

Carl obviously didn't like their answers and turned to walk away from them, making Shane sigh, "Hey, Carl. Come on back."

The boy stopped and turned to look at Shane and Chef again before making his way back to them. Shane placed two more pieces of wood into the trunk and leaned against the car as Chef sat down on the log.

"Go on." Chef told him, "What is it that you want to talk about with us?"

Carl turned around to see if his mom or dad weren't around before turning back to Shane and Chef. He pulled out a pistol and handed it to Shane, "I took it from Daryl's motorcycle. If he found out I took it, he'd kill me."

Shane eyed the pistol, "What you doing with this?"

Carl thought for a seconds, before letting out a nervous response, "It's my fault-Dale. It's my fault that he died."

Shane and Chef shared a suprised look with each other, shocked that Carl would even say something like this.

"Why would you say that, boy?" Chef asked him, "Dale was bitten by a walker. I was the one who found him with Daryl, remember?"

"I saw that walker." Carl declared, "I was gonna shoot it. It was stuck in the mud. I was-I was throwing rocks at it and stuff. But I was gonna do it-shoot it right in the head. And it-it got free,came after me and...I ran away. If I had killed it, Dale would still be here."

"Carl, I want you to stop that,okay? This ain't your fault. But you need to hold onto this. You need to protect yourself." Shane said to Carl, holding the pistol out to him, "Now look, as long as I'm around you,n othing's gonna happen to you, Carl. But I can't keep my eyes on you 24/7 only you can do that. Carl, take it."

Carl shook his head, turning to walk away from them, "I'm never touching another gun again."

Chef sighed, "I'm sorry, young one but that's not an option."

"Just give it back to Daryl." Carl told them, walking away.


The group was starting to settle down in the house. Noah had just setting his stuff next to Owen and Izzy and sat down. He didn't had much stuff. Most of the stuff he really owned right now were books that he mostly found on that highway.

"It will be just like sleeping in those cabins again!" Owen exclaimed, as he sat down next to Noah. This entire thing reminded him of the time when they were sleeping in the cabins in the first season.

Izzy who sat down next to him nodded her head, "You can say that, big guy."

"Minus the bunk beds part." Noah stated as he turned to look at Chris who was helping with some stuff, "And our beloved hosts will be sleeping with us."

"Wawanakwa." Izzy sighed at the mention of that name, "After what happened in the lastt few months, It feels like a lifetime ago when we were chased by Chef who was dressed like a psycho that scared the hell out of us."

"I miss those time, you know?" Owen sighed sadly, "When we didn't had to worry about walkers, when we didn't had to worry about how Geoff and the others are doing right now, when we didn't had to worry about our families, when Lindsay was still alive. I just wish we could go back to the times when we arrived on that dock for the first time."

Izzy and Noah exchanged a look with each other. The orange haired teenager placed her hand on her boyfriends shoulders comfortingly, "Owen. I know that the last months were hard for all of us and I know that we're still far away from being completely safe, but I can assure you that we'll get through everything that will come against us. We have a home now and we'll do everything we can to make it safe for all of us."

"I'm having a hard time picturing both of you as a farmers, you know?" Noah asked, his usually blank expression turning into a small smirk.

Izzy laughed, and so did Owen, his saddened expression ligtening up a bit, as his girlfriend said to Noah, "Like you'd be a better farmer than us, bookworm!"

Noah rolled his eyes, but smiled nevertheless, as Glenn approached them, holding his things, "Hey, Noah. Would you mind if I slept next to you?"

The bookworm raised his brow as he looked up at the asian man, "Aren't you going to sleep with Maggie?"

"No." Glenn shook his head, "What would Hershel think about this?"

"You do know that Hershel likes you?" Noah pointed out, "You're the one who was showing me the watch that he gave you before our little discussion about that guy i the shed."

Glenn sighed, "Should I take that as a no?"

"What are you talking about? Help yourself if you want to." Noah asked as he shrugged his shoulders, pointing to his other empty side where Owen and Izzy didn't had their spots, "There's plenty of space left here."


Rick, Daryl, and Chris were outside on the porch. A map was placed in front looking for a good place where they should leave Randall. Chef was with them too. The co-host of Total Drama offered to help Shane in his work but he declined his offer, telling him that he should talk with Rick, Daryl and Chris about where they should leave Randall.

Chef knew that he had to tell Rick about the talk he had with Carl not that long ago about his son blaming himself for Dale's death, and this was actually the first thing he was going to do after they'd be done with planning.

"Take him out to senoia." Rick said, placing his finger on one spot on the map as Daryl's, Chef's and Chris' gaze followed it, "Hour there, hour back, give or take. We may lose the light, but we'll be halfway home by then."

"Seems like a good spot." Chris stated.

"Yeah. This little pain in the ass will be a distant memory." Daryl agreed.

"Carol and DJ are putting together some provisions for him, enough to last a few days." Rick declared. He turned his attention to Daryl, to talk about what the younger Dixon did last night, "That thing you did last night..."

"Ain't no reason you should do all the heavy lifting." Daryl answered.

Rick nodded his head as they heard someone driving towards them. The car stopped in front of the house and Shane got out of it, beginning to walk towards Rick, Chef, Chris and Daryl.

Daryl saw Shane walking towards them and didn't want to get involed in the talk Rick was most likely going to have with him. He excused himself, and Chris did shorty after.

"You're not going?" He asked his fellow hsot.

"I have to talk with Rick about something." Chef explained.

"Alright." Chris nodded his head. The host of Total Drama walked away, leaving Rick and Chef with Shane.

"Rick." Chef began, turning to look at Rick, once Chris and Daryl were gone, "We need to talk about something. It's about your son."

"Where is he?" Shane asked, shorty after Chef brought up this topic.

Rick shifted his attention between Chef and Shane before answering, "He's inside with his mother."

"Look, he came to us today when Chef was helping me with some wood." Shane began, "We weren't supposed to say anything,but he was out in the swamps yesterday and he came across a walker stuck in the mud. He got scared, run off."

Rick quickly realized where this story was heading, "The same walker that killed Dale?"

Chef nodded his head in confirmation, sadly, "That's the one."

"I don't know about Chef, but I think he wants to talk to his father." Shane added.

"Well, I need this Randall thing done already." Rick pointed out.

"How about I ride out with Daryl, Chef and Chris?" Shane offered, "Be good for us to spend a little time together."

Rick shook his head, "Nah, I need you here."

"Don't think I'll handle it right, huh?" Shane wanted to know, pulling out the pistol that Carl gave him earlier that day, "You know, your son gave me this. You should get that back to Daryl, huh? Freeing that prisoner is more important to you than Carl."


After giving a moment to think about it, Rick decided to talk with his son about what happened last night to Dale. He went into the house where his wife told him that Carl was at the lookout in the barn right now. He made his way to the barn and saw Carl sitting on the edge of the upper level, his legs hanging down. The sheriff deputy entered the barn and climbed up the ladder to the upper level and walked over to his son.

He sat down next to him, "Mom said you'd be here."

Carl sighed, "Told her I would stand lookout. I got tired of helping around the house."

Rick nodded his head to Carl's words before pulling out the pistol that Carl gave Shane earlier that day, "Take it. What happened to Dale had nothing to do with you."

Carl remained unresponsive. He just proceeded to stare at the pistol in front of his face for several seconds before stuttering out, "H-He died, dad."

"Yeah." Rick nodded his head to that, putting the pistol aside for a moment, "Feels like there's a lot of that going around. That's why I need you. No more kid stuff. I wish you could have the childhood I had, but that's not gonna happen. People are gonna die. I'm gonna die. Mom. There's no way you can ever be ready for it. I try to be, but I can't. The best we can do now is avoid it as long as we can, keep one step ahead. I wish I had something better to say, something more profound. My father was good like that. But I'm tired, son."

He held the pistol out for Carl to take again, "Please take it."

Although he was a bit hesitant about this, Carl eventually took the pistol from his father who wrapped his arm around him as the two of them watched the farm from the upper level of the barn.


Chris made sure that his Glock was loaded and had it's safety on, before placing his pistol in his pocket. He, Daryl and Chef were gathered around Otis's blue truck, preparing themselves to take Randall away from the farm where they would leave him, getting rid of this problem for good.

"Only got so many arrows." T-Dog said, approaching Daryl with Duncan and Alejandro before giving him a revolver.

"Is that Dale's gun?" Daryl asked, checking if the pistol was loaded.

T-Dog nodded his head in confirmation, "Yeah."

"Wish I knew where the hell mine is." Daryl stated, holstering the revolver.

"Did you searched everywhere?" Duncan asked him.

Daryl looked at hm as if it was the most obvious question ever, "What do you think, juvie?"

"I dunno, redneck." Duncan shrugged his shoulders.

Chef closed the trunk of the trunk, and looked around everyone gathered around it, "Ready?"

"Yeah." Chris nodded his head.

"Let's get this over with." Daryl added as Rick approached them.

"We'll get the prisoner." Alejandro said, turning to walk towards the shed with T-Dog and Duncan, intending to take Randall out to bring it to Rick, Chef, Chris and Daryl.

Rick nodded his head, "Thanks."

Duncan walked in front of Alejandro and T-Dog as they walked together towards the shed. It took them a quick moment to make their way to it and the juvie slammed his fists doors and declared to loudly, "It's your lucky day. You're getting out of our little prison."

He opened the door and entered the shed. His eyes snapped open in shock when he saw that Randall was not in there. He must have broken out. Alejandro and T-Dog entered the shed shorty after him and were greeted by the same view.

"Oh, hell no." T-Dog shook his head, his eyes wide in shock.

"Amigos, we need to the tell the others." Alejandro stated.

The spanish teen didn't had to repeat himself as they practically shoved themselves towards the opened doors, exiting the shed and pushing themselves into run back to Rick, Daryl, Chris and Chef to inform them that their prison has escaped.

"Guys!" Duncan shouted, earning the attention of the sheriff deputy, redneck and two hosts of Total Drama.

'What happened?" Chef asked them as Duncan, Alejandro and T-Dog stopped in front o them.

"Where's Randall?" Daryl asked shorty after, noticing that they didn't brought Randall with them.

"Randall's gone." T-Dog declared.

"What?" Rick asked instantly after hearing T-Dog's answer.

"We checked the shed, and he isn't there." Duncan explained.

"He escaped." Alejandro added.

This answer was enough for Rick. He knew what he had to do next, "Guys, You take the others and bring them to the shed. I, Chef, Chris and Daryl will be waiting for you by the shed."

Everyone listened to what the sheriff deputy had to say and knew what to do next. Rick, Chris, Chef and Daryl ran towards the shed while Duncan, T-Dog and Alejandro went into the house to inform everyone that Randall has escaped. They made sure to earn the attention of every member of the group before informing them about their recent exactly got the reaction that they were excepting from them at such news as everyone ran out from the house and made their way to the shed.

"The cuffs are still hooked." Chris stated, walking out from the shed with Rick and Chef as the entire group gathered around it.

Chef shook his head, "He must've slipped 'em."

"Is that even possible?" Cody raised his brow.

"It is if you've got nothing to lose, soldier." Chef answered to which Cody just gave a nod of his head.

"Wait a second." Harold said, earning everyone's attention, "Weren't the doors secured from the outside?"

Hershel nodded his head in confirmation, "They were."

"Rick!" A familiar voice declared as everyone turned to the source of it and saw Shane coming out from the forest, blood dripping down his face, "Rick!"

"Shane?" Lori said as Shane continued to approach them.

"He's armed!" Shane declared, "He's got my gun!"

"What happened to you?" Tyler asked him.

"I'm fine, kid." Shane assured him with a nod of his head, "Little bastard just snuck up on me. He clocked me in the face."

Rick's response to Shane's declaration was immediate. He turned to look at his group, "Chris, Hershel, Alejandro T-Dog, get everybody back in the house. Daryl, Glenn, Chef, Duncan, and Harold come with us."

"T, I'm gonna need that gun." Shane said, coming towards the dark skinned man.

"Just let him go." Carol said as Shane took the pistol from T-Dog, "That was the plan,wasn't it, to just let him go?"

"The plan was to cut him loose far away from here, not on our front step with a gun." Rick pointed out.

"Don't go out there. Y'all know what can happen." Carol told them as Rick, Shane, Chef, Duncan, Daryl, Glenn and Harold started heading into the forest to find Randall.

Rick looked over his shoulder at the rest of his group, "Get everybody back in the house. Lock all the doors and stay put!"

The people from the group that were staying at the farm turned back and started making their way back to the house while the search party consisting of Rick, Shane, Daryl, Glenn, Chef, Duncan and Harold entered the forest. They marched together through the woods and followed Shane who walked ahead of them for a while before stopping in front of a certain spot in the forest.

"This is here." He told them, pointing at the area in front of him, "I saw him head up through the trees that way before I blacked out. I'm not sure how long."

"If he's here then we'll find him. I don't think he couldn't have gotten far." Harold stated, holding his knife in ready, "He's hobbled, and exhausted."

"And armed." Glenn pointed out, wielding a machete.

"So are we, Glenny." Duncan pointed out in return, an arrow was loaded in his bow, ready to use it at any moment, "And we're outnumbering him."

Rick turned to look at Daryl and Chef, "Can you two track him?"

"No." Daryl shook his head, looking around, "I don't see nothing."

"Same here." Chef nodded his head.

"Hey, look, there ain't no use in tracking him, okay? He went that way." Shane said, pointing forward, "We need to split up. We spread out, we just chase him down."

"Kid weighs a buck-25 soaking wet. You trying to tell us he got the jump on you?" Daryl asked him, having seconds thoughts about the story that Shane told them.

Harold placed his hand on his chin, and nodded in agreement to Daryl's words, "It's true That is rather unlikely."

"I say a rock pretty much evens those odds, wouldn't you?" Shane argued, "Even Harold here or Owen would be able to knock me down with one."

"All right, knock it off. " Rick stopped them before this could turn into a bigger argument which was the last thing they needed right now, "You, Duncan, Chef, Harold and Glenn start heading up the right flank. Me and Shane'll take the left. Remember, Randall's not the only threat out there. Keep an eye out for each other."


The group split up into two search parties and parted ways. They were searching for Randall for a while now. The sun was already gone from the horizon and the darkened sky wasn't making things easier for them. It made it harder for them to spot any traces that Randall could leave which could potentially lead them to the fugitive.

Duncan sighed and shook his head, "This is pointless."

"You're telling me, kid." Daryl said, before turning to look at Glenn and Harold, "You got a light?"

He didn't had to wait long for the answer. Harold quickly pulled a flashlight out from his pocket and handed it to the younger Dixon, "Here."

"Thanks." Daryl said, turning the flashlight on.

The younger Dixon started moving the small light around him and his fellow members of the search party, trying to spot anything that could have been left by Randall as he walked in front of the group with Chef who was doing his best do spot any traces as well. Duncan, Glenn and Harold walked closely behind them.

He finally managed to spot something in front of them as he moved the flashlight towards it, making sure that the other will see it too, "Guys. I think I found something."

Chef looked in the direction that Daryl was pointing at and saw it too, "There's two sets of tracks right here. Shane must've followed him a lot longer than he said."

"I think I have something." Harold spotted something as well. He stepped forward from the group, and walked towards a tree. He pointed at the fresh drop of blood on it, "There's fresh blood on this tree."

"More tracks over here." Duncan said, as he crouched down, earning everyone attention. They went over to the juvie and gathered around him, taking a good look at the traces that he just found, "I'm not an expert, but it seems like they were walking in tandem."

Daryl shined the flashlight at the area ahead of Duncan and quickly noticed something, "There was a little dust up right here."

"What do you mean?" Glenn asked.

"I mean something went down." Daryl explained.

"It would explain fresh blood on the tree." Chef stated to which Daryl nodded in agreement.

"It's getting weird." Harold stated.

"You took those words out my mouth." Glenn agreed with the nerd.

Something caught Chef's attention on the ground. He crouched down in front of it and picked it up to show it off to the rest of the search party. It was Randall's blindfold, "Take a look at this."

It was when they heard something break behind them. Someone must have step on a stick. They quickly hurried over to the closest trees and hid behind them, just in case if it was Randall with Shane's gun. Chef leaned out a bit from his cover and saw someone walking between the other trees. The silhouette fit the person they were looking for perfectly.

He nodded his head at everyone else, telling them that it was Randall, or least he thought it was him, but it was the most obvious option right now. He doubted that it was another person. Daryl loaded an arrow into his crossbow, hearing how Randall was getting closer to them and leaned out from his cover, only to be attacked by a walker.

Everyone took a good look at this walker and saw that it was Randall. He had turned into the undead, but when did that happened? When was he bitten? These questions were going have to wait as Daryl was still fighting off the walker that used to be Randall. Harold quickly went over to them and stabbed the undead right in it's head with his knife, finishing it off for good.

"You okay?" Harold asked him, pulling his knife out from Randall's corpse.

"Yeah." Daryl nodded his head, giving the nerdy teenager a slep on his shoulder, "Thanks."

Glenn glanced down at Randall's body, "We found him."

"Or what's left off him." Duncan stated.

Daryl crouched down in front of Randall's body and everyone quickly followed his example, taking a good look at the young man's body as Daryl moved the light along it, searching for any bites.

"Got his neck broke." Chef stated, pointing at Randall's neck, "I can't see any bites on his body too."

"None you can see." Glenn stated.

"No." Chef shook his head, causing Glenn to look at him in confusion, "He wasn't bitten. He died from having his neck broken."

'Then how did he changed into one of those things?" Daryl wondered, confused.

"I don't know." Chef answered, looking as confused as Daryl and Glenn.

"Duncan." Harold stated, earning the attention of the said juvie, "It's just like the man back in that building."

Duncan's eyes widened in realization, "You're right, Doris."

"What are you two talkin about?" Daryl asked to which Chef, Izzy and Glenn nodded in agreement, wondering what the juvie and the nerd meant by that.

"When the two of us went with Rick, Shane and Tyler to leave Randall somewhere away from the farm, we were send to check a building for supplies." Duncan began, "We found a body of a guy there that changed into one of those things and attacked us. Doris here checked his body to see if he had any bittes or scratches and he didn't had any."

"How's that possible?" Glenn asked, exchanging a confused look with everyone.

"I don't know." Harold answered, "We were confused as much are you are right now."

"We should head back to the farm." Chef said, bringing himself back on his feet, "Tell the others about it."

Everyone agreed with him. They all got themselves back on their feet and started making their way back towards the farm, leaving Randall's body behind.


Rick and Shane were walking together through the forest for a long time now and they couldn't find anything that could take them to Randall's possible location. Rick wanted to change paths but Shane insisted that this one would be as good as any. This one path that they continued to walk along with eventually lead them to the edge of the forest.

"You say he got you with a rock?" Rick asked, walking in front of Shane.

"That's what I said." Shane nodded his head as they exited the forest, entering the fields of Hershel's farm.

"Inside the shed?" Rick asked him another question, slowly starting to realize what really happened, "'Cause that door was shut when T-Dog, Duncan and Alejandro rolled up."

Shane shrugged his shoulders, placing his hand on the pistol that T-Dog gave him before they left the farm. He stopped and just watched how Rick continued to walk. "I saw that too. Must've slipped through the rafters in the roof."

"So." Rick stopped walking after a second when he realized what really happened. How Randall really broke out from his prison and why Shane would help him break out, even though he was against this idea. It all made sense now. The sheriff deputy holstered his Python,, "This is how you planned to do it?"

"It's a good place as any." Shane stated.

Rick looked over his shoulder to look at him. He saw his pull out the pistol, "At least have the balls to call this what it is murder. You really believe if you walk back onto that farm alone, without me, or Randall..."

Shane pointed at Rick, attempting to shush him, "I want you to hush up."

Rick didn't listen to him and continued, now fully looking at Shane, "You really believe they're gonna buy whatever bullshit story you cook up?"

"That's just it. It ain't no story." Shane told him, his eyes not leaving the man that was his best friend, "I saw that prisoner shoot you down. I ran after him. I snapped his neck. It ain't gonna be easy. Lori and Carl will get over you. They done it before. They just gonna have to."

He aimed his pistol right at Rick's forehead, a perfect kill shot, making the sheriff deputy exhale, "Why? Why now? I thought we worked this all out."

Shane laughed, keeping his pistol aimed at Rick, "We tried to kill each other man. What you think? We just gonna forget about it all? We gonna ride off into the sunset together?"

"You're gonna kill me in cold blood?" Rick asked, raising his voice, "Screw my wife? Have my children call you daddy? Is that what you want? That life won't be worth a damn. I know you. You won't be able to live with this."

"What you know about what I can live with?" Shane asked, starting to raise his voice too as he lowered his pistol, "You got no idea what I can live with, what I live with! You wanna talk about what I can do, Rick? How about what you can do?" He placed his pistol in his pocket, leaving him completely vulnerable position. He raised his hands in the air, declaring, "Here I am. Come on, man. Raise your gun."

"No." Rick shook his head, "No, I will not."

"What happened, Rick? I thought you weren't the good guy anymore. Ain't that what you said?!' Shane shouted, as Rick just stared at him, letting out deep breaths at every word that left his best friend mouth, "Even right here, right now, you ain't gonna fight for 'em? I'm a better father than you, Rick. I'm better for Lori than you, man. It's 'cause I'm a better man than you, Rick. 'Cause I can be here and I'll fight for it. You come back here and you just destroy everything!"

He shook his head, waiting for Rick to reply, but he didn't, making him continue. He pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Rick, once again, "You got a broken woman. You got a weak boy. You ain't got the first clue in how to fix it. C'mon, raise your gun."

"You're gonna have to kill an unarmed man." Rick said, raising his hands in the air. He started moving his right hand towards the holster, "Watch my hand. Nice and easy. Easy does it." He pulled his Python out from it's holster and held it in front of himself. He wasn't even aiming it at Shane. He slowly started approaching his best friend who had his pistol still aimed at him, "Now listen to me, Shane. There is still a way back from this. Nothing has happened here. We're gonna lay down our guns and we're gonna walk back to the farm together. Back to Lori. Back to Carl. Put this all behind us."

He stopped in front of Shane who was letting one deep breath after another at this point. He held his Python out to him as Shane reached his free hand out, intending to grab it. It was when Rick reached his other hand into his pocket and pulled out a knife, before stabbing Shane right in the stomach with it. Shane's pistol fired and the bullet went flying in the air.

Shane stumbled backwards as Rick grabbed him and laid him down on the ground. Blood started coming out from Shane's mouth, "Damn you for making me do this, Shane. This was you, not me! You did this to us! This was you, not me! Not me! Not me!"

The sheriff deputy pulled his knife out from Shane's body who stared down at his wound as his own blood continued to cover his clothes. Shane struggled to breath as Rick only watched how the man that was his best friend slowly suffocated in his own blood. Shane's head slowly feel to the side as he just stopped moving. He was gone.

Rick looked away from Shane's lifeless body and let out a painful scream as he could feel tears coming into his eyes. He didn't want do this. He didn't want to kill his best friend but he left him no other choice. He stood up and placed his hand over his eyes to wipe the tears that were coming into his eyes.

It was when his heart almost stopped when he saw Carl, his son standing in the distance.

Carl continued to stare at him as his dad turned his attention towards him, "...Dad?"

"Carl." Rick said, beginning to walk towards his son. He still couldn't believe that he had to kill his best friend, and now worst of all, he knew that his son saw him end Shane's life. Carl started breathing heavily as he aimed his pistol at his dad. Rick stopped when his son did that. Tears started appearing in Carl's eyelids as Rick held a hand out to him, trying to calm him down, "Just put the gun down. It's not what it seems. Please."

Carl pulled the trigger and his pistol fired. The bullet didn't hit Rick because it wasn't fired towards him. It hit Shane who changed into a walker just a few seconds earlier right in the head, killing him instantly.

Rick turned back and saw Shane's body laying in front of him and Carl with a hole placed right in his forehead. He started to approach Shane's body as Carl slowly followed him. He crouched down at looked at Shane's body as Carl stood behind him, his eyes watering up at the view in front of him.

They had no idea that a huge herd of walkers was heading towards the farm right at this moment...


I'm going to miss writing Shane so freaking much (He's my favourite character in the show)...

Only one more chapter left to go in season 2!

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