Hey guys I am back! I find time to write this story in Writing Club which is only like 25 minutes because I have fencing right after, and sometimes in DIM class if I finish my work early. So, again, chapters won't be updated very quickly lol.

Thank you so much for the reviews, I got less this time but each review made me smile and I love all of you guys, so here is another chapter, I hope you like it

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I am honestly completely lost on how to finish this story. I am thinking about ending it after the farm, with Daryl immune….idk, please give me some input

Also, the timing of this story is a little off I think, but basically Dale is still healing in bed when the whole Randal fiasco happens in this chapter…hope that helps and just PM me or ask me in a review if you are confused about it…

Shane Walsh POV (Sadly….;P)

I couldn't believe this! I kicked a tree angrily, cursing quietly. I absolutely hated Daryl Dixon. Sure he hunted for us, but he was a selfish, low-life redneck that was only in the group for personal gain. And not only that he was smart too, and had probably found out I had killed Otis!

Oh I could imagine it now, Daryl whispering in Rick's ear. The two of them were so buddy-buddy now, and they would kick me out and probably make out afterwards. Of course Lori wouldn't mind, they could have a fucking threesome, but if it was me, oh no, it was wrong.

Daryl had to be silenced before he blabbed about my secret. It would be hard; the hunter had eyes and ears like a cat.

But then another idea struck me. I could just kill Rick! Yes, I could use Randal and stage a murder! I could be a hero, and then slowly turn the people against Daryl. Rick didn't have the guts to fight back, it would be perfect. Yes, it was all coming together…..

Third Person

Daryl was skinning his latest catch, a young hare, when he heard shouting coming from the direction of the small shed (A/N: I don't know where they kept him so let's just ignore that if I'm wrong ;P) where the group was keeping Randal.

Setting down the rabbit but keeping hold of his knife, he jogged towards the commotion, crossbow, as always, on his back. Rick was speaking to Shane, who had a bloody nose and looked livid.

"Okay we will search for him. Oh, Daryl there you are, good. You and Glenn can some with me and Shane to look for Randal," Rick explained.

"You let him get away?" Daryl asked slightly accusingly.

"He jumped me from behind!" Shane defended. "With a rock!"

Daryl gave him a disbelieving look as they headed out into the woods. Rick warned him Randal was armed with Shane's gun, but as Daryl looked at the tracks he began to doubt Shane even more.

He became almost completely certain Shane was hiding something when he led Daryl away from the track, almost hysterically saying that Randal had gone that way and that the tracks didn't matter.

When Rick wanted to split up Daryl almost let his jaw hit the floor. Was Rick insane? But he voiced no argument, telling himself it was their problem and not his, and he led Glenn away from the other pair.

About five minutes later the hunter in him got pissed, and he suggested they go back to the tracks. From there, they walked for about twenty minutes.

The silence was heavy and the dark trees looked more menacing than ever before, as each trunk could conceal a walker and death.

Daryl gestured to Glenn, and then pointed at the zombie who was stumbling their way. He could hear Glenn breathing heavily, could smell the sweat. Daryl forced himself to be calm, and when the zombie came close enough they leapt out to confront it.

Daryl missed his first shot when the zombie tackled Glenn, but was eventually able to pull it off Glenn, who in turn took out his weapon and completely annihilated the zombie, obviously stressed out from his close call.

But what Daryl found made him very worried. Randal had died from a broken neck, and there were no bite wounds.

When he told Glenn this, he seemed disbelieving.

"How come I'm alive? How are the dead walking? All I know is Shane's a traitor," Daryl replied, "And we have to get to Rick."

"Shane's a ….wait what? Shane is Rick's best friend, he would never – " Glenn began to protest.

"Open your eyes Glenn. Shane killed Otis to get away. No way would he have gotten away on his ankle unless Otis covered him. But if Otis covered him, how did Shane get his gun and why did he shave his hair? Thought it made him look pretty? Nah, he had a chunk of hair ripped out and wanted to hide it. Probably from Otis when Shane shot him down to hold up the walkers." Daryl pointed out.

"But, that was for Carl. I mean – " Glenn argued, albeit a bit weaker than before.

"Lori and Shane had a thing. Shane still likes or loves her or whatever, but now with Rick in the picture he gets shunted aside again. He also wanted me out of the group? Why? Cause I knew the truth. You don't have to believe, hell I probably wouldn't believe me. But either way we need to get to Rick and Shane," Daryl said, grabbing his arrow and going into a light jog.

Glenn came up next to him, his face deep in thought. The entire way to Shane and Rick's tracks was silent, with Daryl setting the pace either faster or slower, depending on his own tiredness and what he could see of Glenn's.

Voices reached his ears, and he crouched at the edge of the forest, pulling Glenn down by him.

Shane was explaining how he was a better man because Rick wouldn't shoot him or something. Daryl raised an eyebrow at Glenn, silently conveying an, I told you so.

Glenn frowned but nodded, accepting he was right and Shane was a traitor. Daryl nodded back, and gestured for Glenn to wait as he crept around the side of the two men. They were arguing so much they didn't even notice Daryl as he crept behind Shane.

When he got closer Rick's eyes flickered to him, but Daryl held up a finger to his lips and Rick turned his attention back to Shane.

Rick was now trying to coax Shane to put the gun away and Daryl was right behind Shane. He tensed up, then grabbed Shane around the middle and threw him to the ground.

The gun in Shane's hand fired off one shot before Daryl kneed him in the gut, momentarily stunning him. Daryl then got up, loaded an arrow and pointed it at Shane's head. Rick came up next to him, aiming his gun as well.

Shane panted on the ground, glaring at the both of them.

"Fuck you Daryl! You messed up everything! This is your fault!" Shane screamed.

"How is it my fault you're a fucking douche bag out for your own personal gain?" Daryl spat back.

"I DID IT FOR CARL AND LORI!" Shane yelled.

"ENOUGH! Shane you are a danger to this group. You almost killed me, set this whole thing up, endangered the group, to kill me because you couldn't deal with the fact Lori loves me, not you!" Rick snarled.

"SHE LOVES ME!"

"SHUT UP!" Daryl's trigger finger twitched, causing Shane to go quiet.

"He can't live," Daryl told Rick quietly.

"I know," Rick whispered.

"Dad?" Carl's voice suddenly pierced the night, so innocent and confused. "What are you and Daryl and Shane doing?"

"Go to your son, I got this piece of shit," Daryl murmured. Rick paused for a second, then stowed his gun and walked to Carl, putting a hand on his shoulder and whispering to his son.

"You stay put," Daryl warned, as Shane's hand began to inch towards the gun he had dropped in the brief tussle.

"S-Shane? You did that? You tried to kill my dad?" Carl asked, shocked.

"I did it for you and your mom, Carl. Your dad's not good for you. I – " Shane tried to explain, but was cut off by Carl's gun being raised.

"Woah, take it easy Carl," Rick warned.

"Y-you tried to… kill my dad. You…" Carl sniffed, holding back tears, the gun shaking.

"Carl I – " An arrow pierced Shane's head, effectively silencing him and driving through the brain, killing him instantly. He fell backwards as if in slow motion, finally landing with an almost silent thump on the ground.

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