Peter Anderson's tall bowed at the shoulders frame advanced down the dark paved planned community road. Sweat poured from his brow and around his neck collecting in the fabric of his faded black v neck t-shirt. His face was inflamed with rage. His mind swirling with the dangerous mixture of boiling anger and fermented spirits. His eyes were honed in on the light green exterior home with white trim. He knew she was there. He knew she was sharing herself right now with him. His wife and that cocksucker Shane, but that will all end today. His flexed his hand around the handle of the pistol. It felt heavy in his hands but how hard could it be to pull a trigger he thought. Point and shoot. Kill them both. No one will give a damn, he said in his mind. So intent on his purpose Pete didn't see the group lounging on the porch off to his right. He didn't see the bewildered looks of Carl and Noah.

"Oh shit," said Carl.

Ila looked up from her magazine and let it slide to the ground as she watched Pete Anderson trudge along the road. He was not even trying to hide the gun in his hand. The silver revolver glinted in the sun as he swung his arms.

"Shit," she said under her breath. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what the hell could be going on and where this pissed off man was going and just like that she knew. "Carl where does Shane live?"

Carl gawked as Pete trudged pass. He knew that he had to go tell his father about this as Pete looked utterly unhinged. "About 5 houses down. Why?" he answered as his eyes still trailed Pete's retreating form.

"We have to beat him to Shane's house or someone is going to die today."

"You don't think," his voice trailed off.

"Hell yeah, I do. Shane is fucking his wife, and I know she is doing a terrible job of hiding that fact. That man is going to kill him," Ila voiced as she stood quickly. The others were already on their feet.

"Luna, can we cut through the backyards and beat him?"

"Yeah, but we need to go now."

"Noah run and go get Michonne and Rick and let them know what the hell is going on."

Noah nodded his head "Ok, but what are you going to do?"

"Hopefully keep Shane from getting his dick shot off." Pete was halfway past the house next door.

"Damn!"

"Go Now!" Ila barked.

Noah jumped the banister of the porch taking off to find Michonne and Rick. Ila, Luna, and Carl sprinted through the house to their backyard. The trio leaped over the low white decorative fences of the yards. Ila winced with every leap. The pain in her side causing sweat to form across her skin. They quickly advanced past Pete but time was still running out. He was at least three houses behind them. Once they made it to the backyard of Shane's house, they entered the home by the back door and headed towards the front of the house. Their steps quickly halted when they arrived at the front room of the house. Shane had his pants around his ankles and was pile driving Jessie on top of the dining room table. The high pitched shrills and grunts coming from the entangled couple explained why they did not hear the trio enter the home.

Ila made a retching sound placing her hand over her mouth as she turned away from them.

"What the fuck!" Shane yelled pulling his sweaty form from between Jessie's legs. He bent over quickly grabbing and jerking his pants up. Shane stuffed himself back into his underwear as best as he could. Jessie jumped from the table and began adjusting her clothes as she tried to cover up her semi-naked appearance.

Ila held up her index finger as she tried to fight back the urge to vomit "One second," she moaned making another gagging sound. Carl and Luna both looked on in disgust.

Jessie's entire face was flushed red at being caught in such a compromising position. She narrowed her eyes and glared at the trio for bursting in on her and Shane.

"What are you doing in here. Get out!" she screeched.

Carl was the first to regain his composure from the embarrassing encounter, "Look we came here to warn you. Now you need to put your panties on and get the hell out of here."

"Who do you think you're talking to? I don't have to listen to a damn thing you say." Jessie sneered as she finished buttoning her shirt while Shane slipped his shirt on as well.

"Wait what the hell did you say to him," Luna spat taking two steps forward. Carl reached his arm out stopping Luna's charge. She glared at Jessie's abject form ready to leave the woman to her own fate.

Shane raised his hands trying to get to the bottom of the interruption, "Hold up. What the hell is going on?"

Ila pointed toward his lower half "Her husband is on his way to shoot your little man off."

Jessie's eyes widened in a panic as she continued to make herself appear presentable. "What? Pete? Oh Shit! Shit!"

Luna scoffed at Jessie. Her eyes drifted to the side window seeing the stalking form of the manic husband in question still heading towards the house.

She tapped Ila on the shoulder directing her attention towards the far right window "Look," she said.

Glancing in the direction Luna was pointing Ila could see that Pete was almost to the house. Ila shook her head at the whole messed up situation, but there was no more time to ponder it was time to act.

"Move your ass Supercuts come on," Ila grabbed Jessie by her upper arm and dragged her away from Shane pulling her towards Luna and Carl. "Both of you take her out back then circle back around to the house to make it look like she wasn't here," she ordered. Nodding their understanding. Carl and Luna each grabbed Jessie's arms and pulled her out of the house through the back door.

"Now what?" said Shane as he ran both of his hands through his already messy dark curls. His eyes rapidly moving around the home looking for a possible exit for himself.

Ila cursed inwardly as she had to think of something quick. She couldn't just leave Shane here by himself because the likelihood of Pete still shooting Shane was still high. "Go sit on the couch," she uttered finally deciding on a course of action in the last few seconds they had.

"What the hell are you crazy? I am about to get shot."

Ila walked to the couch waiting for Shane to follow. "If you want to get shot then just stand right there or you can do exactly what I tell you and you may just make it out of here with all of your parts attached. I'm trying to help your pussy hound ass out," she fumed. Shane ran to the couch just as Pete was approaching the steps to the home.

"Sit down, and if your dick gets hard, I will punch you in the dick."

"What?"

Ila pushed Shane down onto the sofa and straddled him, quickly removing her top and grabbing him by his neck positioning his head against her shoulder like a lover.

"If you kiss me or lick on me I will hurt you badly," she hissed in his ear. She tried not to gag on Shane's musky scent. She was going to take a long hot shower after this is over.

"I can't make any promises darling," he breathed inhaling Ila's clean scent. Shane placed his hands on her hips pulling her in closer to his body.

Ila glared at him menacingly her fist balled up and ready to make good on her threat but soon the heavy footsteps of Pete stepping on the porch echoed loudly in the house. Ila switched her attention from punching Shane in his manhood to performance time.

"Yes. Yes right there baby," she purred loudly.

Shane took to this pretend roleplaying a little too well. His hands acted as if they had a mind of their own and began to take advantage of the situation roaming over her semi-naked form. He buried his face into her neck smelling her scent again and placing a light lick to her collarbone. Ila's body tensed at the feel of his warm tongue. Her stomach rolling in response. Just as she was about to punch him in his jaw, the front door crashed open as Pete kicked the door in.

"Where the fuck is he! I'm going to blow his fucking dick off. Come out, you son of a bitch!"

Pete entered his eyes rapidly scanning the home until his angry gaze fell on Ila and Shane on the couch. He raised the gun and pointed it at the both of them.

"Get the fuck up you bastard," he sneered, his face flushed a deep red under the straining of his neck muscles, "You're fucking my wife, and you think I'm just going to sit around as you try and ruin my family."

Ila quickly hopped off of Shane. Shane hastily raised his hands in surrender.

"Whoa, what are you talking about? I've been in here with my girl… Ila," he stuttered ignoring Ila's death glare in his direction. Shane rose slowly from the couch his arms still raised as he quietly muttered to the clearly enraged man "I'm not messing with your wife man. I don't know where you got that crazy idea from."

"Don't fucking try to play me like I am some kind of fucking idiot. She comes home reeking of your cheap ass cologne. I know it's you… you piece of shit," Pete ranted. His eyes are bulging and bloodshot. His hand shook as he approached Shane, his finger on the trigger and saliva pooling on the sides of his mouth.

"Hey!" Ila yelled drawing the unhinged husbands attention. "He has been here with me like he told you."

Pete glanced at Ila standing in her bra and jeans. Her eyes darting from Pete to the gun that was now pointing at her.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I could ask you the same fucking thing. Barging in here like some fucking crazy ass psycho."

"This piece of shit has been sleeping, my wife." Pete swings his arm back to towards Shane aiming the revolver at his crotch.

Shane took a few steps back instinctively placing one hand over his crotch, and the other still held up, "I'm telling you, man I'm not sleeping with your wife. I mean come on look at my girl Ila compared to your wife. I don't mean no disrespect, but you know," he said rapidly.

Pete charged forward, "Lying bastard," he bellowed as he pulled back the hammer of the trigger. Ila, moving with all the fluidity of a sleek cat struck Pete under his forearm sending it upward as the gun went off. The bullet went high and to the left of Shane's head. The booming of the hand cannon rang loudly in her ears as she disarmed Pete knocking the gun out of his hand. The inebriated man struggles to fight back, but his balance is off. Ila pivots using the gravity and momentum of her spin and slams her elbow into his face. The sick cracking sound of his nose breaking under the force of the blow. Pete staggered back, his face contorted in agony as he held his bleeding nose. Stumbling to keep his footing Pete turned to the door ready to make a hasty retreat. Ila kicked at the back of his leg bringing his hulking form crashing to the floor. Shane quickly scooped up the dropped weapon and pointed it at Pete's now curled up frame.

Blood gushed from his nose onto the dark wood floor. Turning his injured body over Pete pulled himself to a seated position. Pete shot a furious glare at Ila as he spat bloody mucus onto the floor "You bitch." Ila stood over his hunched form gave Pete a right hook that sent him sprawling back onto the floor.

"You're the bitch…bitch," her words coming out breathlessly as she grabbed onto her injured side trying to catch her breath. Flecks of light flashed in her eyes as she felt the room spin a bit. Her eyes closed tight in answer to the pain now radiating and throbbing from her side with a burning heat. She leaned her weight onto the edge of the couch as the warm feeling of blood on her bandages spread. Seeing her unbalanced stance, Shane rushed over to help her sit on the edge of the sofa.

"Holy Shit. Are you ok?" he asked worriedly. He held her by her shoulders as her face scrunched tightly against the pain. His eyes traveled to her bandaged side where tiny splotches of red had started to appear. Before she could pull in a full breath to answer, Carl and Luna rushed in with Jessie right behind them. Carl and Luna paused at the entrance as they took in the situation. Petes clearly knocked out form along with Ila's and Shane's semi-topless upper bodies. So many questions but they would have to go unanswered for now as Jessie pushed her way in between the two.

Jessie gasped at the sight of her husband. "Oh my God! What did you do to him?" she screamed as she fell to her knees on the floor next to his unconscious body. "You didn't have to do him like this. You could have talked to him," she shouted as she took his bloody face into her hands. "Pete, honey can you hear me?"

A collective 'what the fuck' expression passed amongst everyone in the room as they watched Jessie continue to rouse her husband.

A moment later Rick, Michonne, and Daryl rush into the home, guns drawn and at the ready. Shane managed to find his shirt and quickly dressed as Luna helped Ila do the same.

"What the hell happened?" voiced Rick. Michonne hurried to her sister's side where Luna was examining Ila's bandaged flank. A silent worried look passed between Luna and Michonne.

"Look at what she did to Pete. His nose is broken," Jessie said indignantly as she jumped up from the floor to approach Rick.

"Are you serious?" Luna spoke first, exasperated and had had about enough of Supercut's craziness, "We came in here to save your ass from being shot, and you were in here not five minutes ago getting dicked down on the dining room table."

Jessie flushed a bit as she looked between Rick and Daryl. She hesitated before speaking again. "You still didn't have to break his nose."

Luna exhaled loudly at the crazy ranting of Jessie. How this woman could be this dumb was beyond her.

"We saved your ass and Shane's," said Carl bitterly.

"Carl!" Michonne and Rick said in unison. Carl looked between the pair confused at the tag team scolding.

Luna had heard enough, she turned quickly and laid a punch directly to Jessie's nose. "Now you and your husband can be twins bitch," she said as Jessie fell to the floor on her knees holding her nose.

"Shit." Shane cursed.

Ila staggered as she stood too quickly, her eyes starting to roll in her head. Seeing her about to tumble Daryl moved quickly to help steady her on her feet.

"Hey... hey you alright."

"I think so." Her head lolled back to her shoulder. Daryl wrapped his arm around her to hold her steady as he scooped her up with his other arm. She moaned as her head came to rest on his shoulder. Daryl adjusted her body in his arms. The fiery woman he had seen wandering around now looked small and in a lot of pain. His throat tightened at the thought. He was pulled from the notion by Rick speaking to him.

"Daryl take Ila over to the infirmary so Denise can check her out," Rick said. Michonne placed her hand on Rick's shoulder before opening the front door for Daryl who hurried out the door.

"I'm going to go with him," Michonne said. Rick nodded and watched as the trio exited the home. Rick returned his attention to the cluster in front of him.

Shane approached sheepishly, "Hey man. I'm sorry. I didn't know it would get out of hand like this."

"Really ... you didn't think sleeping with a married woman would get out of hand," Rick scoffed as he looked upon his longtime friend. "This is your mess, so you're going to be the one to clean it up."

"Yeah man, I got it," Shane said awkwardly. He knew he messed up and the disappointed look that Rick was giving him was the final confirmation of it.

"Are you sure about that? Because it doesn't look like it to me. We are trying to make something here, and here you are sleeping with another man's wife. We need this community. We need these people to trust us."

Shane hung his head nodding as he turned from Rick heading towards Jessie who was still on the floor next to her husband holding her nose. He reaches his hand out to help her to her feet, but she swatted his hand away. Shane scoffs before turning toward the stairs to his room.

Rick knelt down next to the unconscious man. He lightly slapped him against his cheek. Pete moaned a response but nothing else. Rick stood up sighing heavily at the thought of carrying Pete's lumbering form to the infirmary. "Carl help me get Pete up and over to the infirmary."

"Ok, Dad."