Shortly after the Atlanta group's arrival at the farmhouse everyone walked out to the edge of the farm for a funeral for Otis who Kayla learned went with Shane to get the respirator, but didn't make it out. Otis was also Patricia's husband.
Hershel gave a short eulogy as the Greene's placed rocks on a pile that served as a tombstone and gravesite for Otis since there was no body. Once the eulogy was concluded, Hershel asked Shane to share Otis's last moments. "I'm not good at that, sorry." Shane apologized with watery eyes.
"Please." Patricia begged. "You were with him in his final moments. I need to know his death had meaning."
Shane looked at her and then began. "We were about done…" he began. "Almost out of ammo we were down to pistols by then. I was limping it was real bad…ankle all swollen up. We gotta save the boy. See that's what he said. He gave me his backpack he sent me ahead. Go he said. He said I'll take the rear I'll cover you. And when I looked back…" he couldn't finish that sentence. Instead he limped ahead and picked up another rock from the wheelbarrow. "If not for Otis." He tone changed. "I'd never make it out alive. And that goes for Carl, too. It was Otis. He saved us both. If any death had meaning…it was his." Then Shane placed the final rock on the pile.
Kayla walked back to the farm with Dale since she felt most comfortable with him. She liked T-Dog, but hasn't said much to him and he hasn't said much to her either. Glenn was a sweetheart and Kayla took an instant liking to him. Andrea seemed to be giving her unpleasant looks Kayla didn't care much for her. Rick and Lori were good people and both of them seemed to be thankful for what she'd done for Carl with Hershel. Carol didn't have much to say, but Kayla understood since her daughter was somewhere missing in the woods. But Carol seemed nice and that person to go to with any problems. Then there was Daryl. He was definitely quiet and a man of few words. His weapon of choice was obviously his crossbow and the hunter's knife on his belt when it came to the apocalypse. As she thought about him more, Kayla realized she's been observing him more than anyone else.
"Kayla can I ask you something?" Dale's voice said, breaking her thoughts.
"Of course." She said.
"Working in an emergency room did anyone ever lie about how they got there?"
"All the time." Kayla chuckled. "It wasn't everyday, but there were a few incidents where someone got injured in a really embarrassing or stupid way and didn't want to say it. Even sick people lied. This one kid came in one morning complaining about severe stomach pains so they pumped his stomach to get rid of everything and they found candles from a birthday cake. His friends dared him to eat all fifteen candles."
Dale chuckled. "Could you start to make out who was lying and wasn't?"
"Sometimes." Kayla said. "Some people would make an excuse right on the spot so they'd be all nervous and shaky. Why?"
"Something about Shane's story," Dale explained. "He just seemed nervous and shaky."
Kayla stopped. "You think he's lying about how Otis died?" she questioned.
"He's dangerous." Dale explained walking closer to her. "He is. While we were in Atlanta he had his gun aimed at Rick." This caught Kayla off guard. He didn't seem like a bad person, let alone the first to murder someone. "So you think Shane killed Otis?" she asked Dale.
"Something along the lines of that." Dale answered. "Just keep this to yourself. We have enough on our hands without throwing Shane into the mix." The man began walking again and Kayla followed, her mind reevaluating Shane.
As the group arrived back at the camp, some of the people began setting up camp while Kayla stood by the truck with Rick, Shane, Hershel, Andrea, Daryl, and Maggie discussing a plan to find Sophia. Rick couldn't go out looking with all the blood he lost and neither could Shane with his injured ankle via Hershel and Kayla's orders. Andrea had to stay behind and help with the camp, leaving Kayla and Daryl the last two to go out looking.
"I'mma head back to the creek, work my way from there." Daryl said.
"I could head North see if she wandered up this way." Kayla suggested, putting her finger at a place on the map.
"You know these woods?" Daryl asked. "Good enough to know my way around." She answered. "Alright why don't you two head out awhile while there's still some light left." Rick said. Kayla nodded and walked over to her car where she still had all of her things.
Kayla pulled out her bag where she had her supplies, or what was left of them at least and pulled out her three hunter's knives and M1911. She holstered her gun and tucked the knives on her belt as well before putting her pack together. In her pack she put in a couple packs of beef jerky, some dried fruit, and bottles of water as well as a flashlight and her first aid kit. She tied her hair up into a ponytail and put her hat on when footsteps behind her caught her attention.
Turning around she found Daryl walking up. "Here's your map." He said handing her folded up map which she accepted. "Don't go too far north. It's a pretty rocky terrain and a long hike and you don't wanna get caught out there at night." Daryl informed her.
"Thank you." Kayla said tucking the map in her back pocket. With a slight nod, Daryl turned and walked off to the woods.
Kayla took off in the woods not too long later and found herself in a familiar atmosphere. All the trees shaded her from the hot summer sun of Georgia, but it still couldn't keep the humidity away. Within twenty minutes she was sweating buckets from walking uphill and over rocks and fallen trees. It was exhausting work, but if it was the price to pay to find that lost little girl Kayla didn't care.
