I, FlyingMonkeysStoleMyStory, do not own the Walking Dead. So please don't sue.
Two Months Earlier
"Shane!" I yelled, as I saw him walk out of the doors of Rockwell Senior High School for the last time. "Please wait!" He turns his head toward me, looking away from my former classmate that was being arrested for a major drug cartel.
"Elle?" Before he even would of had time to process what was going to happen, I had already jumped up into his arms, legs wrapped around him, the whole damn deal. "Thank you," I wept into his shirt grasping it as I fell apart. "They were gonna kill me."
Shane pointed to the perp and then to his partner, Rick Grimes. He seemed to get what Shane ment, because just a moment later the man who had actually be assigned as my lab partner during his time here, was escorting me to the schools steps.
"Look at me," He said sternly but also with a bit of a gentle tone. "Your gonna go 'n get some treatment. Go 'n get clean ok?" I looked up at his beautiful face and whispered something along the lines of 'I promise.'
"I hav'ta leave now Elle, put this sun'uva bitch where he belongs." He looks at me an
d smirks, a devious one. "Now you ain't gonna miss me are ya?" I sneer at him and answer with a quick "No!" But, being the naturally smiley person I am around him, the frown quickly fades into a toothy grin. "Later darlin'!" He exclaims already walking over to his patrol car.
"Hey Shane?" His turns and throws his hands up in the air, as if to ask 'What the hell do I want now'? "How old are you?" That question had been burning a hole in my mind ever since the moment I found out he was an undercover policeman. Shane doesn't answer me until he's settled comfortably in the cruiser until he yells at me, "30 and lovin' it!"