A.N.: I'm probably overreacting with this whole review thing, but thank you to Cait Mur for reviewing on chapter 1. I see how annoying I am, but whatever.

Michonne watched as a man and woman left the daycare. "I think we've got enough diapers to last us a couple days, maybe," the woman said. "Hope so, get on," the man told her. She got on his motorcycle and they drove away. Diapers? They had to have had a baby with them. Because it was only the two of them, they must've had a place. If not, they would've been with a baby probably just staying in the daycare.

"Ok ok!" Maggie said as she rushed over to a table to make the formula. She had gotten the powered stuff. "Ok!" She said handing the bottle to Daryl who had taken the baby. "Where's Shane?" Maggie asked. "He went off again. I don't care and I don't want him anywhere near her," Carol said talking about the baby. Daryl had started calling her "Little Ass-Kicker." Everybody was amused by this. "So you got a real name for her?" Maggie asked Carl. "I was thinking...Jacqui, Amy, Andrea," he paused, "Sophia, Lori." Carol kept thinking how awkward it would be if the baby was named after her daughter.

Shane returned. All the air in the room seemed to get sucked away when he made his presence known. "What was everybody laughing 'bout?" He asked. "It's nothing," Carol murmured. "Alright, alright. Go that way." He said. He was such an ass. Shane looked at the baby. Not really a look. It was more of a glare. He glared at her like it was her fault that Lori died. "Hey Carl, can I talk to you for a sec?" Shane asked. The boy reluctantly agreed. They went outside. "What happened?"

"With what?"

"Your mom." Carl was nervous. He knew he had to tell him instead of making up some bullshit story that made no sense whatsoever.

"She...went into labor. Maggie had to...cut her open. And I put her down," he answered briefly.

"It's not your fault. Hey hey hey, look at me. It's not your fault." Shane walked back inside. Carl followed. Shane saw the baby in a cardboard box. He picked her up and took a long look. T, Daryl, Carol, Maggie, Glenn and Carl were frozen in fear. One wrong move and something bad would happen. Shane pulled his gun out of his holster, aimed it at the infant's head and he pulled the trigger. Everybody started screaming and crying. Especially Carl. That was his baby sister. He had his gun out along with Maggie and Daryl, who had his crossbow out. His face had no expression. Maggie looked as if she were going to faint, which she did. Shane had his gun aimed at Daryl. Carl looked awful. He had tears streaming down his cheeks, snot running out of his nose, yet his gun remained where it was; pointed at Shane. He couldn't seem to pull the trigger. No matter hard he tried he couldn't do it. He had already killed his own mother, but he couldn't seem to kill the man that killed a baby.

Sobbing, he dropped his gun and himself. He curled into a ball and wallowed. Daryl still had his bow aimed at Shane, but surprisingly, neither one of them killed each other.

Carol was at Carl's aid while T and Glenn were at Maggie's. Nobody knew exactly what to do.

Daryl lowered his weapon, to everybody's surprise. Shane needed a far more painful death. He walked outside again. "Why didn't you do it?" Carol asked. "Woulda been to easy,"

"What?"

"He deserves somethin' worse," was his answer. Carl was still sobbing in his ball form. Maggie was still unconscious. They were both moved to their cells while the others cleaned up the remains of the baby who didn't even have a real name.

"I think I'm gonna take Maggie away for a while," Glenn said, "She isn't at the right state of mind." The others nodded their heads. "How long do you think you'll be gone for?" T asked. "Maybe a few days. I just know she can't be around Shane for a while,"

"I just know that prick needs to die some hard way," Daryl stated. "We can't wait too long. We can't give him the opportunity to kill another one of us," Carol said. "That motherfucker's a damn psychopath," T stated. Daryl nodded. "He killed a baby. I mean, a baby. How could he do something like that?" Glenn said.

"She probably was even biologically his too," Carol pointed out. "Makes me sick."

"We can't wait forever on trying to plan the perfect death for him. We need him gone,"

It was strange how they originally didn't like the idea of killing, but there they were; plotting somebody's death.

A.N.: I really hated writing Judith's death, but I always felt that it would happen if Shane did live. And she's my favorite character. Anyway, I'll update soon...again. The next chapter shall feature Michonne once again.