"Is it fixed yet?" Barry asked Merle, leaning his head from the driver's seat.

It turns out Merle has a lot of experience in fixing up cars.

"The answer hasn't changed since the 300 other times you asked it." Merle replied, irritated. "If you hadn't smashed your fist against the damn engine we wouldn't be in this mess."

Barry just shrugged. "I had to shut down the alarm. Would you rather I let it draw walkers to us?"

"No." Merle denied. "But I could have easily shut it down without damaging the engine if you let me do it."

"Can you hear hurry up?" Andrea nervously glanced around at the back of the truck, gun in hand. "I don't like it out here we're too vulnerable."

She chose to follow Barry's advice about the safety making sure it's ready to fire. She wanted to get back on the road ASAP.

They were just five miles out from Atlanta still able to see the city on the horizon while they were fortunate enough to get from the herds of walkers inside the city. Andrea feels though it is only a matter of time before they catch up with them.

She let out a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding when the engine sprung to life with a loud hum.

"Yeah you hear that is the sound of us getting out of here!" Merle cheered with a smile before he turned to his usual scowl again. "Get back inside the truck."

Barry got out of the car seat and let Merle back in the driver's seat he moved back in his spot next to Glenn where Andrea was seated across from him.

A medicorum peaceful silence falls on the group.

"That was some nice work down there." T-Dog commented.

Barry blinked. "Excuse me?"

"The way you took down those walkers." T-Dog explained. "I had binoculars. I ain't never seen someone take down so many so fast. It was unbelievable!"

Barry sheepishly rubbed the back of his head with a laugh. "Well I've always had fast reflexes since I was little."

T-Dog chuckled with a grin. "That's an understatement."

The car suddenly halted to a complete stop.

"Seriously Dixon just 10 minutes into the drive and you need a bathroom break." Andrea complained.

"Look." Merle raised his index finger pointing in a specific direction.

Barry could see what Merle was pointing at.

A good 40 perhaps even 50 walkers littered the street in front of them.

"How did we not see them?" Morgan asked in a hollow whisper.

"They must have just come out of the woods drawn by the sound of the alarm." Merle reasoned.

The group could only stare in horror and fear at the horde of the undead.

The only good news about their situation is that they weren't spotted yet.

The dead were just walking around in the same pattern stuck to the road like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Oh god." Jacque swore, putting a hand to her mouth.

"Maybe we could take a detour." Glenn suggested.

"No we can't do that." Morgan stubbornly disagreed.

Glenn sent Morgan a confused glance. "Why not?"

"My Son Duane is down this road in a police cruiser with a bag of guns." Morgan answered

Merle scratched his chin. "A bag of guns would come in handy."

Andrea scoffed. "Of course all you care about is a bag of guns not the fact a kid's life could be in danger."

"Hey now even if a bag of guns wasn't involved I wouldn't leave a kid out there to die." Merle defended.

He may be an asshole but he wasn't heartless.

Morales sighed. "Okay we obviously can't afford any detours so what do we do?"

"Maybe we could drive around them?" T-Dog offered.

Merle dismissed the idea. "Nah the grass is too thick."

"Then maybe we could go through them instead of around them." Andrea offered.

Merle shook his head. "Far too many for us to plow through again we'd run the risk of getting stuck."

The group spent the next 15 minutes debating how to get past the herd of walkers before Barry had an idea.

"Or we could use this." Barry showed the grenade he took from the dead soldier.

Merle plucked it from Barry's hand running his thumb against the hard green metal surface. "You know what this might work."

"Would it be enough to clear them out?" Morgan asked hope in his voice.

It was clear he wanted to get back to his son as soon as possible.

Merle nodded. "Enough we should be able to plow through them."

He unlocked the door and stepped outside.

He removed the pin from the grenade and lobbed it.

Five seconds had passed and nothing happened.

Merle threw his hands up in exasperation. "You have got to be fucking kidding me!"

"What's wrong?" T-Dog asked from inside the truck.

Merle settled back in the seat and sighed. "The grenade was dub that's what's wrong."

"What now?" Andrea inquired.

"We take a detour it's getting dark out so our best chance is to-"

BOOM!

Merle wasn't sure what caught him off guard more the sudden rain of blood and entrails that covered the front window or the loud deafening explosion that

"What are you waiting for?" Morgan demanded. "Drive while you have the chance."

"Hold your horses." Merle replied. "I can't see anything with all this grim."

Merle turned on the window wipers clearing out some of the blood and guts from the windows.

Several pieces were stuck between the window wipers if he wanted them gone he would need to do it by hand.

The herd had thinned out to less than 20.

Some of the dead the bottoms of their torsos removed making them crawlers.

Others were only corpses that perished in the explosion completely blown apart

Merle put the pedal to the metal and drove through them.

A sickening cracking sound could be heard as he drove over the walkers breaking whatever bones they had left.

The crawlers that were unfortunate enough to be in Merle's path had their skulls smeared on the pavement as flat as pancakes.

"There it is!" Morgan cheered.

He didn't even wait for Merle to stop the truck.

"Dad is that you?" Duane asked, opening the backdoor.

Morgan ran to Duane in a crushing bearhug. "It's me son you don't ever have to worry."

"I wasn't." Duane greedily sucked in the fresh air when his dad finally let him go. "What about Barry, is he okay?"

"I'm right here little dude." Barry greeted several members of the group tanging behind him.

This time Duane was the one who ran to Barry hugging him to the speedster's surprise.

"I know you had to be alive. Heroes never die." Duane cheered enthusiastically with a huge grin.

Barry laughed. "I wouldn't go that far. Your dad is the one who pulled me out of a tight spot; he is the real hero today."

Morgan smiled. "You saved my son's life when I wasn't there as far as I'm concerned. We're even."

"This is all very touching reunion but can you show us the bag of guns you talked about." As usual Merle had to ruin the moment.

Barry rolled his eyes pulling the duffel bag from the backseat to the group's awe.

"How much heat are you packing in that thing?" Andrea asked.

"About a dozen handguns, two sniper rifles, and six shotguns." Barry listed.

"Good." Merle smirked, taking a rifle and a box of ammo.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Morgan protested.

"The way I see it Barry here cost me a rifle." Merle responded not looking at him. He loaded the clip popping it into the chamber.

"After you drew a herd of walkers to the department store." Morgan countered.

Merle smirked cockily and pointed a finger at him. "No sir that was your doing I might have been the one who stoke the flames but you're the one who started that fire."

Morgan scowled. "If you didn't start unloading you wouldn't have lost the sniper rifle in the first place."

"If your friend hadn't tackled me I wouldn't have lost it." Merle retorted.

"If it wasn't for Barry you would be dead. You need to-"

"Hey both of you enough." Barry raised his hands in a pacifying manner. "Let him keep the gun, Merle has a point. I could have handled the situation better."

Morgan had a scowl of frustration while Merle smirked in satisfaction at his small victory.

"The camp could really use these guns." T-Dog commented.

Merle snorted. "Doubtful half of them probably have never wielded a gun before."

"How many people do you have?" Morgan inquired.

T-Dog shrugged. "20 maybe more."

"Would you be willing to take us in?" Morgan asked.

"What kind of question is that of course we would!" T-Dog exclaimed.

"I'd advise we'd hurry. We've burned almost all of our daylight." Merle pointed out.

It had already passed dusk when they left. The sun on the horizon was about a quarter of the way gone now.

"He's right." Glenn agreed. "It's gonna be dark soon."

"Think we should camp here tonight and head to the quarry tomorrow." T-Dog suggested.

"No that's a bad idea with all the noise we've been making this road is going to be littered with the dead." Merle cut in.

"And driving in the middle of the night is a good one." T-Dog rhetorically asks.

"I'm saying we do that either." Merle replied. "We just find a place to hold up for the night."

"Maybe the farmhouse shouldn't be too hard to secure." Morgan suggested.

"No we are not sleeping in there." Barry shot that idea down.

"And why the hell not?" Andrea demanded. A hand on her hip. "You really think it's safer to camp out here."

"Because a family committed suicide in there." Barry bluntly answered.

Needless to say the group was stunned at Barry's revelation even Merle had a mixture of disgust and bewilderment.

"Maybe we should try sleeping in the barn instead." T-Dog suggests breaking the dreaded silence.

Merle rubbed his nose. "Yeah that's definitely preferable than sleeping in the farmhouse with decaying corpses."

"I'm not sleeping on hay bales!" Andrea whined.

"Then we'll just split up. Some of us will sleep in the farmhouse while the rest sleep in the barn." Barry said.

"Is this place cleared of walkers?" T-Dog asked.

Barry shrugged. "I can say for certain the barn is. The farmhouse I didn't get the chance to completely search the place."

"So who's securing the barn and the farmhouse?" Andrea voiced the question.

"Me, you, Merle, and Morgan. Only use your gun unless absolutely necessary." Barry firmly said.

"Relax." Andrea assured. "Unlike Merle I at least have the sense not to use a gun in a walker infested city."

Merle glowered at the woman. "You're never gonna let that one go are you?"

Andrea smirked cheekily. "No."

XXX

The farmhouse was secure but the place a mess and smelled terrible even with the rotting family removed outside you could still feel the foul stench in the air.

"I'd say the barn is looking pretty comfortable right now." Barry quibbed.

"No argument there." Morgan agreed.

Andrea sighed in resignation. "Alright barn it is."

"Did we find any supplies?" Barry asked.

Merle shook his head. "Nah all the food in the fridge is spoiled and cabinets are empty someone must have come before us and picked this place clean of everything useful. Let's see what the group's turned up."

"Wait." Duane said, stopping everyone from leaving, turning to look at the 12 year old. "What about the family?"

Merle shrugged uncaringly. "What about them? They're ain't much more to it."

"I mean isn't anyone else wondering why they committed suicide." Duane wondered.

"Son." Morgan spoke softly getting down on one knee to eye level with Duane. "They were bitten; they didn't want to come back as one of the dead."

"Yeah but daddy I didn't see any bite marks on them." Duane reminded him.

"They must have been scratched then." Morgan reasoned.

Merle frowned. "Now that your boy mentions it I didn't see any bites or scratch and it looks like only the father committed suicide."

"What do you mean only the father committed suicide?" Andrea asked. "All of them were shot in the head."

"Yeah they were but did you see how they were on the floor." Merle pointed out. "The son was shot in the back of the head clearly he was trying to run away and the wife was in too much shock to even react."

"You mean he…." Andrea trailed off a sick feeling in the bottom of her stomach.

"Yeah." Merle affirmed. "He killed his own wife and son."

"What kind of monster would do that?" Duane finally asked in horron.

"The kind that develops a nihilistic sense of view on life." Barry answered.

Duane stared at Barry in confusion. "What's nihilism?"

"It's the belief where there is no meaning to life." Morgan quickly explained.

Duane slowly digested that info. "He killed his family because he saw no meaning to life."

"Some people can't handle this post-apocalyptic world; sometimes it is better to die on your own terms than wait for the dead to kill you." Merle said with a hint of wisdom

"That's horrible!" Duane exclaimed.

"It's life kid, if you're not prepared to handle it. It will eat you alive from the inside out." Merle said not unkindly.

Morgan placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "C'mon son let's go to the barn maybe there are some animals you'll get to play with."

Duane silently obeyed his father, the duo leaving the farmhouse to the barn where it didn't feel like it was haunted.

XXX

The dark moonlight sky was quiet. The only sound that was being made is the chirping of crickets.

"See anything?" Morgan asked walking up from behind him.

"No." Was Barry's flat response finger on the trigger of the rifle while the other was on the barrel.

"Duane had some trouble getting to bed, Andrea was twisting and turning for the past hour before she got to sleep. Hay bales don't make the best beds except Merle; he slept on them like a rock." Morgan joked with a lighthearted chuckle.

Barry was still in his spot staring out into the open field with a sharp gaze.

Morgan frowned. "Why don't you take a break from watch? I'm used to it. I had to stay up all the time with my son Duane to make sure no walkers broke into the house."

"I'm good." Barry replied in the same monotone voice.

Morgan tried a different tactic. "How about we discuss that explanation you promised."

"Okay." Barry surprised Morgan when didn't show the slightest reluctance or hesitation in his posture.

"You see that truck we came in over there." Barry pointed from the barn to which Morgan nodded.

Morgan blinked when Barry disappeared right before his eyes to the truck outside.

"Now you see me!" Barry shouted then reappeared in front of a shocked Morgan. "Now you see me again."

"How….?" Morgan finally spoke.

The dead coming back to life was one thing but what he saw was impossible. No man should be able to run this fast.

He tried to fathom a rational explanation except this was the rational explanation.

This was how Barry got to Atlanta so quickly.

This was how he saved Morgan from a herd of walkers.

It was how he could dispatch walkers so damn quickly.

"I'm not sure." Barry admitted. "Do you remember when Duane wandered off and ran into his mommy?"

Morgan just nodded unable to speak.

"It was where I first discovered my powers." Barry began. "I saw Duane's mother about to eat your son one moment I was focused on getting Duane away from her the next I had slammed right into her."

"It was how you also managed to save back in Atlanta." It came out as more of a statement than a question.

Barry nodded. "I can imagine this must be a lot for you to take in."

Morgan took a seat on a hay bale and rubbed his forehead. "You don't know the half of it."

"Yeah I-" Suddenly Barry felt a tremendous amount of pain hit his brain causing his legs to give out. His head hitting the hard wooden surface. Barry felt Morgan giving him a shoulder to lean on but the pain was too much for him to stay awake.

XXX

Barry woke to the feeling of a hand smacking him in the face. He opened his eyes to be greeted by a gun in his face.

He snatched the gun from the person's hands and pushed himself to his feet.

He wasn't even a little bit surprised that it was Andrea's.

Barry scowled. "How many times do I keep telling you to stop pointing a gun in my face?!"

Merle put a hand over his mouth and shushed him. "You need to be quiet."

"Why? What's going on?" Barry whispered. He spotted Morgan and Morales at the barn doors that were blocked with several bales of hay. Glenn in one of the pig pens looking outside the window. The only ones he couldn't find were Jacique and T-Dog.

Merle gestured to follow me.

Barry got up and followed him to the barn doors when he did he could hear footsteps outside trampling the grass and moans.

"Take a look outside and be quick about it." Merle ordered in a hush whisper.

Barry took a small peek outside and backed away as quick.

He saw a massive pack of walkers just outside the barn. Barry now knew why the hay bales were blocking the door; it was to keep the dead out.

"How many are there?" Barry asked in a hollow whisper.

Merle shrugged. "T-Dog and Jacque said there had to be a hundred of them outside."

Barry glanced at him in confusion. "Where are T-Dog and Jacque?"

Merle pointed his finger upward. "Up there keeping watch."

Barry looked sure enough T-Dog had a rifle in hand the one he used yesterday on watch. Jacque crouched down on her legs sitting cross over each other looking out from the room warily watching the roaming undead unlike T-Dog who paced the upper floor in a back and forth pattern.

"Where did they all come from?" Barry asked.

"They must be from Atlanta and followed us all the way here." Morgan explained. "All the noise we made must have brought them here or it could be the smell of the living."

Barry instantly agreed with the former than the latter. All the noise they made on the road attracted walkers everyone knew that.

What none of them expected was for them to catch up so quickly.

"We need to get back to camp." Andrea urgently said. "What if some of the walkers made it there my sister Amy could be in trouble."

Merle raised a hand. "Slow down there blondie nobodies going anywhere."

Andrea scowled. "You really expect to just stand here and do nothing."

Merle gritted his teeth. "Listen to me my brother's out there you're not the only who's got family to worry about."

"He's right." Morales agreed. Everyone turned their heads to look at him in surprise that Morales would actually agree with Merle Dixon of all people. He looked uncomfortable. "I mean I've got family too and I'm worried sick about them but weren't aren't going to be of any help if we get them killed."

Andrea sighed. "Can't we just try the same trick we used to camouflage ourselves as the dead."

"That's not such a good idea." Glenn cut in. "We don't have any protective clothing so we could get ourselves infected."

"Our best option is to wait it out and hope they get bored." Merle informed them.

He didn't miss the hypocrisy of that statement when just yesterday he judged Barry's same idea being ludicrous.

"So that's it, all we can do is hope to wait until they get bored." Andrea stated in exasperation.

"We should be fine as long as we keep quiet." Barry assured her. He moved to the barn door listening in to the sounds of the dead.

"Umm Barry?" Andrea spoke up.

Barry turned. "Yes Andrea?"

"Can I have my gun back?" She asked.

Barry looked down to see he still had Andrea's weapon in his hand. "Oh right sorry here you go." He gave it back to her.

"So?" Andrea slowly began. "Sorry about the whole gun thing again."

"It's okay." He accepted her apology. "What was it about this time? Did you think I was somehow responsible for attracting this horde."

Andrea winced, Barry cringed as he realized he unintentionally hurted the woman's feelings. "Sorry, Andrea, that was a joke just trying to lighten the mood."

Andrea cracked a smile. "Thanks everyone assumed you got infected back in Atlanta except for Morgan and his son surprisingly Merle defended you as well."

"Infected?" Barry pondered. "You didn't find any bites or scratches."

Andrea shook her head. "No I was supposed to keep an eye on you in case you came back. You didn't even feel warm the entire time but we didn't have a thermometer. We had to take precautions."

"It's okay I understand." Barry reassured her. "I would have probably done the same in your position."

Andrea smiled. "So are the two of us good."

"Yeah we're cool." Barry stated.

"Heads up." Merle warned. "Look like those deadheaders are thinning out. T-Dog is it safe enough to try and make a run for it."

An annoyed look crossed T-Dog's face at being ordered by Merle Dixon of all people but he complied and said. "Maybe a few of them have drifted off so we could probably make it to the truck."

Merle clapped his hand. "Alright people we best get moving once we see an opening we go for it and get to the truck."

Andrea looked at Merle indisgrantly. "You can't be serious."

Merle snorted. "What's with you Andrea? One moment you don't even want to be here the next you want to stay here. I thought you would be happy."

"That's different." Andrea defended. "I want to get out of here sure but a suicide run isn't what I had in mind."

"Thankfully this won't be a suicide." Barry heaved the sheriff's duffle bag on the floor in front of the group. "Everyone take a piece."

Almost the entire group hesitated; the only one who took a gun from the bag was Morgan. A pump action shotgun. Merle, Andrea, T-Dog and Duane not included considering the three of them already had guns and the other was still just a kid.

"Dude none of us have held a gun before." Glenn weakly protested.

"Well consider this to be your first lesson: aim and shoot." Barry declared leaving no room for discussion.

One by one the members of the group reluctantly picked up a gun. They all made sure the guns had amno inside of them and the safety was off.

"The closest I ever came to using an actual gun was that BB gun." Glenn mumbled.

Barry patted him on the shoulder. "I hope you had a lot of practice with it."

Glenn smiled nervously. "Unlikely I haven't played with it in years."

"This is just great." Merle sarcastically drawled. "We have a bunch of untrained civilians with guns. The only ones with any experience is a kid who's played with a toy gun and.. and…." Merle trailed off mid-sentence. "What did you and Morgan do before the outbreak?"

"My dad was an engineer." Duane said with a proud smile.

"I was a cop, a forensic scientist to be specific." Barry briefly explained.

"Since when does CSI get gun training?" Merle inquired in confusion.

"It was a requirement in order to pass." Barry answered.

"Huh? That explains why you're such a good shot." T-Dog noted.

Barry grinned sheepishly. The only one who could tell it was force is Morgan. "I haven't used one in years. The closest thing I ever had to a gun was that stun pistol I carried with me."

Frankly Barry didn't like guns all that much. He wouldn't go as far to say he was anti 2nd amendment in fact he strongly believed in people's right to defend themselves.

The irony isn't lost on him how guns and ammunition are probably more valuable than gold now.

"Oh that's good, maybe Chinaman's own muscle memory will start to kick in." Merle sarcastically dripped.

"I'm Korean." Glenn deadpanned with a glare.

Merle shrugged. "Whatever."

Barry lifted the duffle bag on his shoulders.

Fortunately it had less of the bigger guns inside of it which won't hinder his weight in slowing him down.

'Not that I need to worry about that since I've become the fastest man alive.' Barry thought in amusement.

"I'll take point." He volunteered. "Everyone else follow after me."

"Gee didn't think you'd have a death wish." Glenn snarked.

"Barry you sure you want to go through with this?" Morgan asked in worry.

"Nope but we're doing this anyway." Barry replied.

"Alright we do this on the count of three. One. Two. Three." The barn doors opened.

Barry almost immediately rushed outside.

The walkers picked up Barry's scent and every one of them in the vicinity came in his direction.

"C'mon." Barry waved for them to follow him.

Some of the group was reluctant to follow at first but they knew there was no turning back. If they wanted a chance to get out of here alive they had to run.

Barry took the first shot with his Spas 12 completely blowing apart the walkers skull and brain tissue.

Merle soon followed after using his combat knife for silent kills and only using his pistol unless it is absolutely necessary.

Morgan had a firm grip on his son's arm not letting him out of his sight and used his handgun whenever a walker got too close to them.

The other members of the group on the other hand were not faring too well.

Jacque only managed to partially hit pieces of the walkers ears or hit the edge of the skulls and some shots hit the shoulder.

Morales preferably used his baseball bat in hand swing the walkers skulls in or used it to shove them back.

T-Dog's aim wasn't steady, his hand was shaky causing him to miss his target by just a few inches.

Andrea was probably the only member in the group to have fared better than the rest of them.

Her shots were real accurate and only missed a few times with some more training she could become a real sharp shooter.

They were almost at the truck maybe-

A loud screech of pain was heard behind them.

Barry turned to see that Morales had his leg bitten into a crawler one of the same ones he recognized from the road.

In his panic state Morales used his gun on the crawler freeing his leg from its cold dead grip but it was too late.

Another walker with surprising quickness bit into the side of his neck taking a good piece of flesh with it.

Blood oozed from the site of Morales' neck and it reminded Barry of his teenage years when he popped zits but it was not nearly as excessive as this.

Glenn raised his gun but Morgan lowered it back down. "Don't."

Glenn stared at Morgan in shock. "What?! But we can't just leave him!"

Morgan shook his head at Glenn's naivety. "It's too late he's a goner anyway."

Glenn glared at Morgan. "I'm not gonna-"

BLAM!

Morales had been shot clean through the forehead putting him out of his misery.

Surprisingly the shot didn't come from Merle like many of them expected but it came from Barry Allen who still had the smoking gun in his hand.

The majority of the group looked at Barry in shock and horror. Morgan looked deeply troubled. Merle was giving Barry a look of what might have been respect.

Barry lowered his gun. "C'mon we don't have time for this."

The group snapped back into action remembering they were surrounded by walkers and ran to the truck.

Barry rode shotgun this time while Morgan was seated in the back with the rest of the group.

Merle slides his way into the driver's seat attempting to get the truck started again.

"Merle duck!" Barry yelled.

"What are you-" Merle lowered his head as Barry had his gun drawn and fired the walker that would have grabbed him.

Merle fixed the problem rolling his window back up not that it would do much other than slow them down for a little bit.

He turned the ignition, the truck lighted up and put his shoe on the pedal.

Barry let out a sigh of relief. "That was close."

"Damn right it was." Merle agreed. "We need to get back to camp and quickly."

"Does Morales have any family?" Barry uncomfortably asks.

Merle grimaced. "Yeah he does, a wife and some kids."

Barry internally groaned. Explaining to Morales' family how he died is a conversation he dreaded. "How far is the camp?"

"We didn't park way too far away from it. We should-" Merle stopped when he spotted smoke in the sky coming in between a forest of trees.

"Shit." He swore kicking the car into next gear driving at top speed.

There was the noise of hand smacking against metal behind them. "Merle what do you think you're doing?! You're going to get us into a wreck before we get to camp!"

"We don't have time!" Merle snapped. "There's smoke coming from the camp."

"So?" Andrea's voice heard in the back. "They're probably just having a campfire."

"In the morning?" Barry asked with an unimpressed look not that she could see it.

The truck rocked Barry when Merle took a sharp turn off road into the forest of trees.

"Merle." Barry started. "I know you want to get to camp as soon as possible but we're no use to them if you drive into a tree."

"I don't really give a shit what happens to the group." Merle uncaringly said. "All I care about is my brother."

"No, no, no, NO!" Merle repeated when the camp came into eyesight. He slammed his foot on the break the truck halted to a complete stop.

The camp side was completely deserted, smoke sizzled from the makeshift campfire whoever that was here it looked like they all just packed up and left in a hurry.

"Amy. Amy!" Barry was oblivious to Andrea's and everyone else's cries shouted for other people's names.

He continued surveying the quarry, his forensic scientist mindset kicking in. It looked like it happened a few hours early this morning or perhaps even last night Barry didn't know which.

He inspected fired shotgun shell casings.

"Those must be from Shane." Glenn said.

Barry looked up. "Shane?"

"He was a police officer." Glenn explained. "He was one of the few people that had a gun."

Barry hummed. 'Shotgun shells but no gun.'

"Do you think the walkers did this?" Glenn slowly asked.

Barry shook his head. "Nah we would see some bodies and you can tell the shotguns were fired in rapid succession."

"Meaning?" Glenn inquired.

"Meaning the dead do this, it was done by the living." Barry concluded.

"If it was done by the living, why haven't we've seen any bodies?" T-Dog argued.

T-Dog's question was a sound one, other than some fresh blood there was nothing to indicate anyone was here.

"Look at the RV." Barry pointed out. "It's riddled with bullet holes most likely from an SMG."

"Who-why would anyone do this?" T-Dog asked.

"People who are either desperate or….?" Barry trailed off.

"Or….?" Glenn pressed.

"Or some people who think that the world went to shit it gives them the right to do whatever they want whenever they feel like." Barry continued.

It was something Barry had learned when started out as a CSI the suspect committing a crime doesn't always need a motive.

Sometimes people out there just kill solely for the sake of killing who relish in the suffering of others.

It was an ugly side of the world Barry wished he didn't have to learn.

Rustingly was being made in the bushes near the trees.

The majority of the group drew their guns in the general direction it was coming from.