Pretty Much Dead Already
Felicia wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Walkers? In the barn?! As the other group members squabbled over this new development, Shane demanding action while Rick trying to coax him into going with the Greenes' ideas of humanity, Felicia slumped lower and lower, the bark of the tree she was leaning against scraping painfully against her back. Glenn looked like he was going to throw up, and Ingrid was looking from Daryl to Carol uneasily. Things only seemed to be escalating, with Daryl infuriated at Shane's suggestion that Sophia was already done for. The discussion ended with a tense agreement between Shane and Rick that something had to be done, and the group broke up, with Rick setting out to get Hershel's permission and Daryl off to continue searching, Ingrid following timidly.
Felicia caught Shane's eye as he passed her, but said nothing. If there were Walkers in the barn, they had to be gotten rid of. But that wasn't their decision to make. They had taken advantage of this group's hospitality, and it was clear that they had long overstayed their welcome. They were walking on eggshells as it was; they didn't need a massacre tainting their reputation any more. She was unable to communicate this to Shane, however; he was hell-bent on removing the walking corpses from the farm, whatever the cost.
Ingrid pursued Daryl fruitlessly as he readied himself for another search, pleading with him to stay, which he steadfastly refused to do. Growing frustrated, she ended up leaving the stables in a huff (something she was good at) and retreating to her and Carol's tent, where the Cherokee Roses Daryl had given them were waiting. She was torn between ripping the flower to shreds and making it her new best friend, but the gesture had given hope to Carol, which was enough to give her pause.
Felicia watched the conversation between Rick and Shane from a distance, space and air carrying the words away. Rick walked away, leaving his friend with an expression of shock and disturbance on his face, and Felicia could only wonder what had been said to make him lose his cool. She debated about whether to talk to him, and against her better judgment, ended up heading over to where he was standing, looking nauseated.
"How come you always show up when I've got a lot on my mind?" he demanded, running a hand over his shaved head.
Felicia shrugged. "It's a gift. So there is something wrong," she added after a pause, crossing her arms.
"There's always somethin' wrong," Shane muttered. "And no, I don't want to talk about it."
"Hey, fine by me," Felicia replied, not skipping a beat. "My offer's still good." Thinking she had said the right amount, she nodded to him, jamming her hands in her pockets, and left him to his own thoughts. Regardless of the subject, it would come out eventually.
The sense of calm (albeit unsettled calm) didn't last long. Rick was helping Hershel bring back some "people" who had been stuck in the mud in the woods when Shane blew a gasket. Things picked up speed after that, with others emerging from the farmhouse and Shane passing out guns to everyone who would take them. Ingrid, apparently having gotten over whatever she was mad at Daryl about, was standing behind Carol, watching as Shane began to attack the door to the barn with a pickaxe.
Felicia, feeling sick with worry, cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled for Shane. He didn't listen. Shaking her head, she darted up to him, Teeth in tow, and grabbed his arm. This made him stop, and he turned to her. "Shane, don't," she said, breathing hard. "This is a mistake."
Shane shook his head. "Get a gun, Felicia," he told her. "Or get outta my way. This ends here."
"Shane-" He ignored her, resuming his attack of the barn door. Felicia took a couple precautionary steps back, not liking where this was going. Teeth began circling around her anxiously, as he often did when he sensed danger. But it didn't take canine senses to see the borderline insanity in Shane's face.
When he had successfully busted the lock on the barn door, Shane hit it a few times to get the Walkers riled up before stepping back and readying his gun. The first few Walkers emerged from the barn, and time seemed to slow down considerably, even though the massacre only lasted thirty seconds or so. One by one, Walkers stumbled out before falling to the ground (one of them taken down by none other than Teeth himself). Hershel was collapsed on the ground by one of the leashed Walkers that Shane had shot. The slaughter continued until it seemed as if all the Walkers had been dispatched.
Then Sophia emerged. Everyone was silent, except for Carol and Ingrid, who both became hysterical in a matter of seconds. No one moved, unable to muster the gumption to kill the putrefied child who was stumbling towards them. This all seemed incredibly surreal to Felicia, that the girl they had spent so much time and energy searching for had been here for an indefinite amount of time.
Finally, Rick took the initiative, stepping forward and aiming his gun before shooting Sophia in the head. She fell.