ShutxThexFrontxDoor- I was happy to finally kill her off. That's the problem so many TV shows have, they just don't know when it's time to kill off a villain, not TWD, but like for example (idk if you watch this) Bones has had the same guy come back so many times, I'm sick of him and it's making me not like the show. But, anyway, I'm happy my story and the death of the slut faced hoe could be the best moment of your life lol. You are very welcome for killing her off, it was my pleasure really. And I really hope you get to get out of the hospital soon, I hate hospitals (yet I wanna be a nurse…) and I'm glad I could keep you from loosing your mind. Last chapter being posted so early was just for you because of being stuck in the hospital. This would've actually been that chapter. But whatever, I hope you enjoy this one just as much (yet I don't think it'll top Tiffany getting killed)…

Parldro42082- Yeah, I was glad to end her time in my story. I hate when Shane beats himself up too, but he seems like the type that would be kicking his own ass long after anyone else was even still mad at him about it. Hopefully, the two can work out all of their issues…especially now since Vanessa murdered somebody. The question is, how will Shane react to the fact that his wife killed somebody?

Castiel Angel Heart- Thank you for all the reviews, and yes I would imagine, that would be pretty messy...lol

Please review and I'll reply next chapter.

"Ness?" Shane asked cautiously, his hand resting on her back. Slowly she stood and buried her face in her husband's chest.

"I don't know what came over me," she sobbed. "I-I just lost it," it wasn't the fact that she'd killed Tiffany, but that she'd killed anyone. She didn't want this 'new world' to change the person she was. She'd never killed a living, breathing, human being. She'd never even killed a dog on accident for goodness sake.

"Shh…Shh…Shh…it's okay. You snapped, and she deserved it."

"You don't get it! I killed a person! I murdered her with my own damn hands!" she pulled back, possibly in search of some acid or something to get rid of the blood from her hands.

"Stop," he took her face in his hands, squishing her cheeks together, giving her a fish face. "Vanessa Walsh you listen to me, and you listen damn good. You are not at all at fault here. She should've known better than to taunt you and try to destroy our marriage-"

"But-"

"I say this with love, shut your fuckin' mouth and listen. That bitch tried to kill you, take your life and our child's from me. She would've taken you and unborn Larayne out, she left you for dead with your wrists bleeding…she wanted you to die slowly, at least you gave her a quick death."

She put her hands on his wrists and moved his hands from her cheeks and buried her face in his chest, inhaling his Shane scent. He obviously wasn't wearing any cologne or deodorant and they hadn't showered since leaving Woodbury. It was odd, but Shane's natural scent made Vanessa comfortable and made her feel safe.

"C'mon, I'll help you clean this mess up before anybody else comes in, then you don't have to tell the rest of the group."

"Okay," she sniffed.

As they cleaned up the bloody mess, and moved the lifeless corpse into an unused cellblock, with walkers still growling, Shane told her the truth about what happened with Otis, how he had been the one to kill him.

"So I was right, when I knew something was up?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Ness, I shoulda told you…I still feel so damn guilty."

"This world has affected us all," she said as they finished, resting her hand on his broad shoulder. Her words were true, but she needed just as much convincing as him, if not more.

The next few days were uneventful. Vanessa completely isolated herself from everyone, save feeding the babies and a few words between her and Beth and small, pretty much one sided chats between her and Shane. He'd never seen her in this almost comatose state, he was getting really worried. It was worse when Beth pulled him aside.

"What's wrong with Vanessa? She's been really disconnected lately…When y'all first got here, we talked all the time, and now something just like…changed," the younger blonde said, worried. Vanessa was one of the few people that she really enjoyed talking to, she wasn't sure why but she preferred the dark haired woman's company over most of the rest of the group.

"I'm not really sure," he said, honestly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He'd been doing the lion's share of taking care of Larayne and only taking her to Vanessa when she needed fed. "I'll talk to her," he promised.

"Thanks," the younger woman nodded and walked away. Shane made his way to the cell they shared to find Vanessa laying on the bottom bunk, staring at nothing. Larayne had fallen asleep sometime during the time Shane was pacing around the cell block, so he placed her on the mattress on the floor.

"Ness," he said attentively, sitting on the edge of the bunk. "Is there anything you wanna talk about?" he offered, hoping she'd say something. No such luck. "Vanessa, baby, I need you to talk to me," he pleaded. "Hey," he nudged her shoulder. "At least look at me," he was to the point of begging. Thankfully, she granted him this small request. His brown eyes, full of worry and sadness met her emotionless blue ones. "You're driving me nuts here, I need to know what's the matter with you, so I can fix it."

"Fix it?" she laughed clinically. "Fix it!" she scoffed. "Are you some magical wizard that can turn back time?" she asked sarcastically, sitting up and throwing her hands in the air. "Didn't think so!" she laid back down and looked up at him, fire in her eyes. "I murdered someone, something I can never take back and I have to live with her blood staining my hands for the rest of my life, I deserve to rot in this fucking cell."

"Ness…" he'd never seen her like this. Her face has red with anger and she looked as if she could kill him right then and there. He had one chance to calm her down. "She would've done the same to go," he tried, and failed miserably.

"Think of it this way, what if I'd lost my temper on anyone else. What if it'd been Larayne out there, Shane? What if it was our daughter that I murdered."

"You would never do that to her, you love her."

"Really? I didn't think I'd ever kill somebody by bashing their skull into the ground either!"

"You need to just let this go," he told her.

"And what? Keep it a secret for the rest of time? Let everybody think that I'm not dangerous? Maybe you can live with killing somebody on your conscience but I can't!" she exclaimed standing from the bed and hurrying to the balcony outside where their cell was, it over looked the rest of the block, where some of the group was gathered.

Shane felt as if he'd been stabbed in the chest. He did feel guilty about what happened with Otis, even the guys he shot while on the job! He just chose not to let the past dictate his life now. His life with Vanessa and Larayne. As for his wife, he'd never, ever heard her say something like that. She simply didn't throw things in people's faces like a lot of others did in fights.

"Hey everybody!" she called, getting them all to gather from where everyone was. "I need to tell y'all something. I've been losing my mind up here because I killed Tiffany. I murdered her with my bare hands, but bashing her face into that concrete right there, so if y'all wanna kick me out for being a psycho, please go ahead," she called before going back into her cell, brushing Shane's shoulder with hers in the process. He looked at her stunned. Rick came barreling up the steps, looking from Shane to the cell door, as if he was asking for permission to enter.

"Promise not to kiss her this time?" Shane asked, his voice full of anger, and almost hatred towards Rick. The way he saw it, all of this was his doing.

"I swear," Rick agreed.

"Fine," Shane sighed, before walking away.

"Nessa?" Rick asked, entering the cell, he saw her frantically throwing things into a bag. "Please stop," his hand came to rest on his shoulder. She whipped around and almost literally smacked him.

"I'm not in the mood for the voice of reason right now," she replied bitterly.

"Too bad," he replied. "What are you gonna do about your daughter? Are you gonna leave her here with no food?"

"No, I plan on taking her with me jackass."

"What about Shane? You really think he'll let you walk out those doors, let alone with his chile."

"I don't deserve to be around people," she continued and he grabbed her arm.

"We all want you here, trust me. Please just stay and we'll work it out."

"Rick…I…" a moment ago, she was ready to just leave and never come back, but now, she was reconsidering. Stay or Go? "Fine, but just know, I deserve to die out there."

AN: I don't know what's going on here…sorry if some of you don't like the direction this is going at the moment, but I feel Vanessa would have a mental breakdown if she killed someone (even if Tiffany was some bitch faced hoe bag whore slut skank). And it's not that she killed Tiffany, it's that she killed anyone…just to clarify if you didn't catch that. Please review.