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Andrea sat across from Shane watching with interest as he took his gun apart to clean. It was unusual for him to ride in the RV since he had his own car, but he and Rick thought it was best to lighten their load and stay as close together as possible. She had seen the glare Lori shot Shane as he gathered his things from his car. It had been obvious to those who had their suspicions about their relationship that something had gone wrong. Now that Rick was back, Lori avoided Shane like the plague and when she was forced to be near him, she had nothing nice to say. Andrea felt bad for Rick because she was sure he had no idea what had happened while he was gone. He was a good man, but even they have their limits. Andrea hadn't been too fond of Shane when they first met. She was disgusted by how he crept around with Lori but had a wife that would silently watch what was going on. Something had changed though and she wasn't sure what. She found Shane intriguing all of a sudden. He didn't always ask how she was feeling or baby her. They had all been so worried of reminding her of Amy that no one treated her the same. No one expect Shane.

Shane looked up at the blonde and noticed her staring. He smirked at her as he put his gun back together and placed it down on the table. It didn't go past his attention that she had been spending more time around him, looking for reasons to talk. He had no idea why she was suddenly giving him attention, but he welcomed it. Anything was better than the cold shoulder he received from Lori and Alice.

"I can clean your gun for you if you'd like." He offered, still smirking.

Andrea pulled her gun out and slid it across the table. "I would like to learn how to do it myself."

"Well," he began to take it apart, laying each piece neatly on the table. "it would be beneficial to you if you did and I don't mind teaching a lady how to care for her gun."

For a moment their eyes connected. Before she knew what she was doing, Andrea had flashed him a flirtatious smile. Shane felt his ego swell. He still had it in him to charm a woman. That Walsh charm he liked to call it.

Dale drove cautiously down the highway, trying hard not to crash into another car. The further down they went, the tighter the road became. He felt a wave of sorrow hit him in the chest when he saw cars turned over, doors haphazardly left open, and dead bodies still strapped in their vehicles. Other than their group, there were no signs of life. What happened to these people? Did most manage to make it out alive? He knew in his mind that many of them hadn't.

Alice sat beside him on the passenger side. It had become her unofficial assigned seat. She liked sitting in the front with Dale. She enjoyed their small talk and the stories he'd tell her. In 64 years of life, Dale had seen a lot of interesting things worth sharing. Sitting up front was also a great way to stay away from Shane.

Her head bowed and eyes shut tightly. Dale knew she was praying for the lost souls. It comforted the man to see her pray. It eased his soul to know that even though the world was shit, there were people out there that still believed in God's goodness. He glanced at the silver wristwatch he always wore. Time had no meaning anymore, but it brought a sense of normalcy for him. Everyone had a habit that made things feel normal as it could get and praying was Alice's.

The RV began to screech and started to slow down. The front was releasing smoke. At that moment Dale wanted to smack his head against the steering wheel. Daryl, who had ditched his truck for his brother's motorcycle, looked over his shoulder and noticed the problem. He drove ahead to stop Rick's car. Personally, Alice liked Daryl on motorcycle. He looked like a badass.

"I said it, didn't I say it? I said it a thousand times, that hose was dead in the water." Dale complained as he stepped out of the RV. Rick looked around, unsure of what to do.

"Problem Dale?" Shane asked as everyone filed out of the RV.

"Oh, just a simple matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere…" his words drifted for a moment as everyone watched Daryl begin to dig into the back of an abandoned SUV. "Ok. That was dumb."

"We ain't gonna find a radiator hoes, but we can find a shit load of other stuff." Daryl began pulling clothes out. Lori shifted uncomfortably, crossing her arms under her chest. She started shaking her head, frowning. "We can probably find some supplies here."

"We could get some gasoline for the cars too." T-dog added.

"Maybe some water?" Carol softly spoke, her thin arms wrapped around Sophia's shoulders.

"Food?" Glenn added.

"I don't like this." Lori's lips tightened for a moment. "This is a grave yard."

"They don't need this shit anymore." Daryl stated, his brows knitting together. "We can put it to use."

"I don't know how I feel about this. It's not right." Everyone looked a Lori for a moment, but quickly hurried off to look for supplies. They knew she was right, the highway was a grave yard, but the supplies were needed. Besides, if they didn't take the things they needed, where would they get it from?

"Just look around, gather up what you can." Rick called out to everyone. He too felt uncomfortable rummaging through dead people things, but this was survival mode and they were dangerously low on supplies. This was necessary and having a conscience about it wasn't going to prevent hunger and dehydration from kicking in.

Alice climbed halfway into the open window of an abandoned car, her rear end sticking out. She started to dig through the pile of clothes that were thrown about in the backseat. It was obvious these people were in a rush when packing. She pulled a red tank top from the pile and noticed a black book with gold embroidery fall onto the vehicle floor. Her brows furrowed in curiosity as she placed the shirt down and picked up the book. Alice pulled it from the car and stood erect, her delicate fingers opening it. Her eyes started to water. The first page had been beautifully decorated with glitter, stickers, and pictures of a baby girl. Alice felt her heart drop when she looked back at the car and realized this was a family and they were probably dead now. If there was one thing she knew, most mothers valued their photo albums and would take that before any other belonging. She wanted to turn the page, but couldn't bring herself to do it. It felt like an invasion on these strangers' lives. Viewing their precious moments, photos chronologically placed on every page, just felt wrong. She gingerly placed the book on the empty front seat. The owners would probably never see it again and it held no value to anyone, but she still felt obligated to treat it with respect. Alice let out a deep sigh before moving on to another car. This was what life had become. Rummaging through others personal belongings and finding relics of the not so distant past. Alice wondered if things would ever go back to normal, but after all that had happened, what would be considered normal? She knew that she personally could never go back to the life of Nurse Walsh. She had put walkers down, she witnessed the ugliness of man, she'd lost love ones. Being Nurse Walsh after all of that just seemed impossible. Becoming that naive woman again was unacceptable.

Shane watched his wife as she struggled to haul a huge suitcase from the trunk of a car. She had managed to do it alone. As she rummaged through it, picking out clothes, he realized she did a lot without anyone's help. She had gone to the department store and held her own. She had gotten through the trauma of her first walker attack back at their old camp. Alice had even survived the CDC building blowing up. Through it all, she was alone emotionally. He felt a wave of guilt hit him. Not once had he asked her how she was feeling. He had been so wrapped up in Lori, trying to build something that could never be. Of course she avoided him, he abandoned her emotionally when she had needed him the most.

Through the chaos of packing, she had managed to grab his '22' chain. Something so insignificant at that moment, but she remembered it. The necklace meant so much to him. It had been the number on his jersey back in his football years. Back when all he had to worry about was winning the game and screwing a cheerleader after. Shane recalled that Alice had gone to a few of his games with Lori and Rick. She didn't catch his eyes and he barely remembered her name. He knew it began with an 'A' or was it a 'K'? All Shane knew for a fact was that she was a friend of Rick and didn't say much without her voice trembling. She dressed different too. She never showed much skin, always decked out in jeans or long skirts with long sleeve shirts. They lived in the south and it was strange to see a girl dressed like that when it was sweltering all the time. After high school he didn't give Alice a second thought and honestly forgot about her. It wasn't until a few years passed that things had changed.

Shane could still remember that day as if it had taken place a few hours ago. The heat had been ridiculous that day. He recalled calling Rick that morning. Shane had joked about how he could cook his breakfast on the sidewalk to avoid dishes. It had been his day off, but he was in need of some food. Being a bachelor, he had a bad habit of waiting until he was down to one egg and a slice of bread to shop.

The cool air felt amazing against his heated skin as he stepped past the automatic doors of the supermarket. It wasn't crowded and the employees, mostly teenagers working during their summer break, looked beyond bored. He grabbed a yellow basket and began walking to the produce aisle. A woman with blonde hair pulled into a sloppy bun stood over the peaches, holding one in each hand. She was frowning as she compared them both. Her skin was dewy and she was lacking the soft curves he usually sought in a woman. Her rack was all right, but her hips were perfect to push out some kids. The woman's face was softly rounded and her nose perfectly straight. Her lips had a slight pout, but was nothing amazing. She was nothing astonishing on the eyes, just pretty. Shane smirked, pushing his hair back before strolling over to her. She would be an easy one to get into his bed tonight.

"The one in your left hand is good." He smoothly spoke.

The woman jumped slightly before turning to him. "Oh um thank you."

"No problem. I can help you if you need it with any other fruit. I'm pretty good at spotting the sweet ones." His voice dripped with charm. He held his large hand out. "I'm sorry, I'm so rude. My name is-"

"Shane." She timidly interrupted, taking a step back from his extended hand.

His hand dropped to his side. Shane's eyes were wide with unspoken surprise. Had he already slept with her and forgot? He was sure he'd remember her. She looked like a wild one in the sack behind that shy demeanor she held. "Yeah. I'm sorry, your name must have slipped my mind." She mumbled something, staring at some gum that had been stuck to the floor for who knows how long. "Could you repeat that?"

"I said my name is Alice, but you probably wouldn't remember me."

"Now why wouldn't I remember a sweet little face like yours?"

"We went to high school together. I know Rick and Lori. I was at their wedding." The timid nature of her voice didn't escape his notice.

He leaned his body back a little. Shane eyed her as if wondering if she had been telling the truth. "I didn't see you there."

"I was right next to Rick when you joked about him getting married was a bad idea because Lori would have him on a leash. You said he'd die a little bit on the inside every day."

Shane laughed lightly, remembering he had said that. "I'm sorry. Let's start over ok?"

"Ok." She shyly replied. Shane held out his hand again and this time she gingerly took it. He held it longer than he needed to.

"I'm Shane Walsh and I'd like to take you out to dinner."

Her face flushed, but her china blue eyes sparkled. "I… I'm Alice Miller and I'd like that."

Shane would never forget that day because it was the day everything changed for him. He had taken her to dinner that night with the intentions of sleeping with her, but as they talked, he forgot his original motive. She wasn't like the other girls he had been with, she had interesting things to say. For the first few years being together, he didn't even notice other women. Alice was shy and timid but when she opened up, she was amazing. He missed the laughter they shared and the intimate conversations they'd stay up late at night to have. He had messed that up though and he acknowledged it. He cheated and lied too much for her to feel the same way. He knew she loved him, but every time one of his affairs would get back to her, he would feel her add another brick to her wall, shutting him out again. He had caused the damage and added to the insecurities she felt, but she always stayed close to him. Alice always wanted to please him and win his favor back.

That was the old Alice. This Alice didn't try to win his love and affection. She hardly spoke to him and had he not been so wrapped up in Lori, he probably could have salvaged what remained of their marriage. He feared that she was gone forever now.

Lori and Alice, he had neither now. He loved them both, but they didn't love him the same. He needed to go. He couldn't stand looking at them any longer knowing his feelings weren't being returned. He knew he was selfish, but he couldn't help how he felt for wanting them both. Hell, he'd be happy if just one returned his affection. But it wasn't looking like that would happen, and he needed to escape while he still had his dignity.

A/N: I thought it would be nice to stroll down memory lane with Shane for a while. I personally don't think Shane's a bad guy. In a lot of TWD fanfics I've read, he's made out to be some bat shit crazy, heartless psycho, but I don't think that's the case. I agree he lost his marbles, but for the sake of my story I'm not going to make him any crazier than he's made himself seem.

On a side note, please check out my Daryl Dixon one shot. It's pretty saucy and was written some time ago, but I'd love it if you guys read it.