Hounded
"What the hell…?" Shane murmured tensely as the two of them rounded a corner and found themselves staring at not only Glenn and Maggie, but also Merle. The former two had their guns drawn, and Merle was attempting to negotiate, his back to them. Maggie noticed Shane and Felicia, and her eyes widened. Glenn followed her line of sight and looked ready to jump out of his skin when he saw what she was looking at. He opened his mouth slightly to say something, but Shane shook his head warningly, and Glenn took the hint. There was mention of a prison, as well as the rest of Rick's group.
"What do we do?" hissed Felicia, holding Teeth back with one hand.
Shane took the safety off his pistol, but held up a hand to quiet her as the subject of Rick came up. Felicia looked at the ground, unsure how to react. The group was alive! Well, most of the group, anyway.
When she looked up again, Merle had Maggie restrained against a car, with Glenn now the one having to negotiate. Neither Shane nor Felicia could make out what was said, but the three soon piled into a car and sped off in the direction of Woodbury.
That was when Michonne emerged. Shane aimed his gun at her, but Felicia shoved his arm down. "What was that?" she demanded, holstering her gun and approaching the wounded swordswoman.
All Michonne could do was shake her head and continue to clutch at her wounds. Felicia and Shane looked at each other. "They said somethin' about Rick and the others," Shane stated.
"And a prison," Felicia added. "Is that where they are?"
"Must be," said Michonne, hand on the hilt of her sword.
"So," Felicia said tentatively, looking to Shane. "What do you think?"
Shane took a while to respond, first pinching the bridge of his nose and then running a hand through his hair. Finally he said, "We've been running long enough. If they'll take us back, we'll go to the prison."
"And Rick…?" prompted Felicia carefully.
Shane looked at her. "He's my brother. I screwed it up. And I'm gonna fix it, if I can."
"And Lori?" This was the harder question. Even though she thought she knew how he felt, Felicia couldn't fight the insecurity that surrounded Shane's relationship with Rick's wife. And Shane had played his cards close to the vest on this one.
Shane exhaled, taking a couple steps toward her and putting a hand on her shoulder. "I don't love her anymore."
Felicia smiled slightly, crossing her arms. "And why is that?"
"You gonna make me spell it out?" Shane was half-smiling, too. Felicia nodded, grin getting bigger. "I love you," Shane told her.
"About damn time," Felicia said, and embraced him. And it was. About damn time.
Their revelation was interrupted when Michonne cleared her throat, picking up the discarded box of baby supplies and turning in the direction of the prison. "You guys coming or not?"