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"Are you with me?" Shane shoved a gun towards Daryl.
"For fuck's sake." Sunday tore a cigarette from her lips and tossed it to the floor; stomping it out.
Shane had the bag of guns wrapped around him as he began to hand them out. Andrea wanted to know where Dale was. Shane gave a half hearted attempt at assuring he was fine.
"It was fine when we were picking daisies when we thought this place was safe," Shane announced, "but now we know it ain't."
He stalked up to Glenn with a shot gun. "How about you, man? Are you gonna protect yours?"
Glenn glanced at Maggie before he snatched the gun from Shane.
"Can you shoot?" Shane questioned.
"Can you stop?" Maggie snapped.
He shoved a gun towards Sunday. "You wanna earn your keep? You take a gun and fight."
"I'm not gonna defile someone's property for your approval." She slapped his hand away from her.
"You do this my dad'll kick you out tonight!" Maggie shouted.
"We can't leave!" Carl pleaded.
Lori came around just as Shane was trying to persuade Carl to take a gun. He used Sophia as his leverage. Lori was too far away but Sunday pushed Carl back.
"Stop it," Sunday ordered.
"You need to stay the hell out of this." He shoved the butt of the gun near her face.
"You need to back the fuck off."
Daryl wanted to intervene before someone did something.
Luckily, Lori did. She stepped in between Sunday and Shane. She reminded him that her husband was in charge. That this was Rick's call, not his. That he needed to stop.
T-Dog gasped. "Oh, shit."
In the distance, Rick and Hershel were pushing other Walkers out of the woods; Jimmy being the bait.
Shane ran. Maggie went after him. Soon, everyone else bolted after him. Maggie shouted after him. Shouted for him to stop. Shane was screaming now. He was screaming and berating them. Rick screamed back. He ordered Shane to stop just as the others were doing. Hershel was more concerned by the guns. Especially when Shane began to unload on the female Walker. He unloaded into the stomach, the heart, the lungs. He continued to scream until Rick told him it was enough.
"You're right, man. It is enough." He stomped up to the Walker and put a bullet in her head.
She dropped.
So did Hershel.
"Kyle, you've lost too much blood." Sunday ripped the bottom of her shirt and wrapped it around his arm. He hissed.
They were hiding out in a junkyard.
There was no way they could make it home.
Carrie was huddled up against Jason; who had gotten bit on the calf. He was gasping for air, but claimed he was fine.
"What are we gonna do now?"
"Carrie, I swear to Christ, if you ask that question one more time, I'm gonna hit you." Kyle snapped.
"Kyle," Sunday berated.
"Dude, chill. She just wants to get to safety." Jason said breathlessly.
"How? How are we gonna get to safety? There's nowhere to be safe." Kyle growled. "We aren't gonna be safe for a long time."
Carrie whimpered.
"Dammit, Carrie, you're twenty-one, stop acting like a fucking five year old."
"Kyle, stop." Sunday ordered. "I understand that you're stressed but that doesn't mean you get to talk down to us. We're scared."
"I am, too." Kyle defended.
"Then stop being a prick." She ordered.
"Who the hell's there?" A voice called.
A shot gun was loaded.
Hershel was staring at the dead body before him.
Shane was still yelling. He was yelling about how Sophia was dead. He was yelling about how he wasn't going to live next to a barn full of Walkers. He was yelling about fighting; fighting to defend for their chance to live.
Shane ran to the barn doors. He began to unlock it.
Sunday ran after him.
"Stop it!" She screamed as she grabbed onto Shane's arms. "Stop it! This isn't your say!"
He swung around and clocked her. She collapsed to the floor.
Daryl moved forward but it was too late, the barn doors were open. Sunday quickly scurried up but didn't run.
"Sunday! Sunday, move!" Daryl shouted.
She backed up; out of reach of the Walkers.
Sunday held on to her face and continued to back up.
Slowly but surely, the Walkers exited the barn. One by one, they dropped from the gun shots.
Sunday was finally behind them. She was behind Daryl.
He looked back at her. She already had a knot growing from Shane's punch.
When it was over, everyone stood still.
Only the sound of Beth crying was echoing through them.
No one moved.
Especially not when a little girl slowly emerged from the gates.
Blonde, short hair, a blue shirt with a rainbow print in the middle.
Sophia.
Carol ran, crying her girl's name. Daryl dropped his gun and grabbed her. Sunday was at her other side in seconds; holding her as well. She sobbed in their arms; calling...calling...calling.
"Sophia,"
Rick stomped forward, his head was down. He didn't say a word as he pulled his gun out and pointed it at the little girl.
"Don't look," Lori said as she hit Carl's face in her breast. "Don't look."
The gun fire went off.
Sophia dropped.
"Ya'll know what the hell's going on out there?" The gruff old man asked as he handed Carrie a bottle of water. He had graciously let them in the service office of the junkyard once he saw they weren't trying to steal anything.
"All we know is that dead people are roaming around and eating other people." Kyle shook his head. "Our friend got bit."
"He good?" The man asked as he tipped his head to see the bite mark.
"He seems fine." Sunday replied. "But we were hoping maybe you could drive us to our house. Maybe we can be safe there."
The old man glanced at them for a second before nodded. "Maybe in the mornin'. The streets are hella crowded now. Too many people freaking out and runnin' all over the place. Maybe by the mornin' it'll calm down."
Sunday hoped this was all just a bad dream.
"Ya'll can sleep on the couch if ya want. I'll be in the back fixin' up cars if ya need anythin'." He assured.
Kyle nodded. "Thank you."
"Hey," Carrie spoke. "What's your name?"
"Joseph," He answered before slipping out of the room.
He didn't seem concerned to learn theirs.
The couches weren't comfortable, but compared to Jason, no one was complaining.
He was still gasping for air. This time, he had a hellish fever to boot. Carrie poured some of the water from her water bottle onto a rag and placed it on his forehead.
"The bite might be infected." Carrie muttered.
"It's not even a big bite." Jason shook his head. "It's not like...like I got my calf ripped off." He chuckled.
The sun was setting.
"Try to drop the fever." Kyle walked behind the service counter.
"What are you doing?" Sunday peered.
"Looking for weapons. If those things get in here, or we go out there, we need to protect ourselves. Remember the dude that jacked our car?"
"And killed Roy?" Carrie added.
"Yeah, he was shooting those things in the head and they were going down. They didn't get back up." Kyle pulled a wrench from behind the counter. "So a blow to the brain takes them out. So we take them out like that."
"If we get close enough." Carrie stood up. "What if they attack us by then?"
"What's the worse they're gonna do? Bite us?" Kyle snickered.
"Well, look what it's doing to Jason." Carried pointed at Jason, who's eyes were drifting open and closed.
"He's fine. He's just getting a little sick because we haven't treated the bite." Kyle assured.
"We haven't treated your wound properly either, but you're as fit as a fiddle."
"Don't say that again, Sunday." Kyle chuckled.
"Kyle, dammit. This is serious." Sunday spat.
"I know that, Sunday-."
"Guys," Carrie called, "Jason stopped breathing."
Beth pulled herself away from Jimmy and stomped towards the dead herd of Walkers. Rick attempted to grab her but she stepped from him. She dropped to the floor and tore another body away from a Walker.
"Mom," She cried. "Mom!"
She turned the body over. Just as she did that, it jumped and grabbed onto her hair. She screamed but didn't move. The group jumped and tore her away just in time for Andrea to dig a scythe through it's head. Hershel held onto her tightly.
The Greene Family quickly began walking back to their home. Shane followed. Sunday growled and jogged after Shane.
"Sunday, wait." Daryl called to her.
"No," Her response was blunt and cold.
"We were out there combing these woods and she was in their the entire time!" Shane shouted.
"Leave us alone!" Maggie ordered.
Rick attempted to grab onto Shane's arms, only for Shane to yank himself away.
"I didn't know." Hershel shook his head.
"You knew and you kept it from us." Shane accused.
"For fuck's sake." Sunday cursed for the second time today as she was almost right behind Shane.
"We didn't know." Hershel's voice cracked.
"That's bullshit! Why was she there?" Shane wouldn't stop.
"Otis put those people in the barn." Hershel admitted. "Maybe he found her and put her in the barn."
"Man, what do I look like?"
"I don't care what you believe."
"Hey, lemme tell you somethin-." Shane got too close to Hershel.
Sunday grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. She then connected her fist to his jaw.
This time, he was the one to collapse.
"Whoa, whoa!" Rick placed his arm in front of her.
"Don't you, whoa whoa me!" She shoved Rick's arm away. "You saw what he did to me and what he did to them! He deserves far worse!"
Hershel stomped up the stairs, then turned around, "Off my land."
Shane got up and stalked towards Sunday, only for Rick to step in between. "Don't, Shane."
"I want her gone." He ordered.
"You don't get to decide that after what you did!" Sunday shouted.
"What I did? What I did was save your asses! He kept Walkers in the barn and knew Sophia was in there!" Shane barked back.
"He didn't know!" Rick defended. "He opened his home to us! He's not like that!"
"How would you know, he kept Walkers in the barn!" Shane repeated.
"That doesn't give you the right to just go in and kill them! They weren't hurting us!" Sunday continued. "You had no right!"
"You have no right being in the conversation now you better get-."
"She's right, Shane. She's right." Rick interrupted. "I was handling it, Brother. I was handling it!"
"Handling it? You had us looking out there for a little girl every one of us knew was dead!" Shane pointed out into the woods before getting in Rick's face. "That's what you did. You're just as delusional as that guy."
"And you're an asshole." Sunday concluded as Shane stalked off.
He flipped the bird to her.
"Jason?" Kyle was by his side in seconds. "Jason, Jay? Man, come on, wake up." He shook him.
Jason's face was pale, he was cold.
"Give him mouth to mouth." Carrie ordered.
"I don't know mouth to mouth, Carrie." Jason shook his head. "I don't know...I don't know..." He was freaking out.
Kyle was panicking.
"Dios Mio, I don't know." Kyle choked. "Sunday...Sunday..."
Sunday shook her head. "I-I don't know, either, Kyle. I don't know."
Kyle nodded and looked back down at Jason.
"Call Joseph. Maybe he can help." Carrie suggested.
"No, No." Kyle shook his head. "Jason's gonna wake up. He just took a nap because he's got a fever."
"Kyle," Sunday shook her head. "Kyle, I don't-."
"Shhh, he's taking a nap." Kyle shushed.
Sunday stepped back until her calves were hitting the coffee table behind her.
She didn't say anything.
No one did.
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