You're Every Bit As Good As Him

by DucksFan1510

Shane never had to worry about being a leader before. That was Rick. Always the one in charge. But Rick is gone now. Killed in that mix-up by the police. Rick had always been there for him like any other older brother would've been. He's never been the leader or the older brother, but now he's going to have to be both in the middle of the end of the world. Complete!

16. Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

Shane tried to move but he was frozen. It was like one of those bad movies where the person is paralyzed with fear. He just couldn't make his legs work. He raised a hand to try and block the beam but then there was a force shoving him out of the way. Shane slid on the floor a couple feet and glanced back. Daryl was frantically trying to push the beam off of him since it had trapped his feet. Daryl had pushed him out of the way and ended up trapping himself instead of it getting Shane. Shane was back on his feet and over to the kid again. He shoved the beam off of Daryl and helped the kid get up. They made it the last part of the hallway. Shane was half-carrying Daryl as they made it out of the burning house. He laid the kid on the ground and Daryl sat up slowly trying not to look at his legs. Shane moved a few feet away and threw up. That was not an experience he wanted again. He made his way over to Daryl who had also emptied his stomach's contents. "Are you ok?" he asked. Daryl motioned to his legs, "I don't know." Shane nodded and went down to look. His boots were burned up but not much damage to his feet. His legs were bad. The leg that was on fire from his pants was covered in burns and his other one had a burn from the beam. "Alright we can fix it," he said. Daryl nodded, "Are you ok?" Shane nodded, "Yea. Thanks to you." Daryl didn't say anything but looked over him for a second, "You're still burned." Shane shrugged, "Not as bad as you." Hershel walked over, "We should get moving. We need to get away from here." Shane nodded and got to his feet, "I guess we should ride with you?" Hershel nodded, "I can fix you guys up as we go." Shane sighed, "Glenn, take my truck ok?" Glenn nodded, "Will do." Shane helped get Daryl up and they went to Dale's RV. Dale came out and saw the two men coming towards him. "Are you guys ok?" he asked. Shane nodded, "Burned from the fire. We're going to ride in here with Hershel so he can hopefully heal Daryl here." Dale glanced at the younger boy who looked at him, "Nice to finally meet you Daryl, I'm Dale." Daryl nodded, "Ok. Nice to meet you too." Shane climbed in the RV and set Daryl down on a chair. The kid fell back against the chair and closed his eyes. Shane sat across from him.

"Did the fire spread that quickly Daryl?" he asked. Daryl looked over at him, "Not really. I just panicked." Shane nodded, "It's fine. I was just wondering." Daryl looked at the ground, "I just saw fire and I thought back to when I was a kid and our house burned down." Shane didn't say anything. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Daryl started again, "My mom was smoking. I'm not sure what happened, I was in my room alone. She was in her room and the next thing I know I'm staring at a room on fire. I think she started it when she was lying down on her bed. Well at least that's where the firemen said they found her." Shane looked at Daryl who still hadn't moved, "I'm sorry Daryl." Daryl shook his head, "I should've died in that house too. I went into her room and tried to get her up. She didn't listen to me. I think she thought I was trying to hide from my dad and wouldn't help. I was there when she caught on fire and then I ran. The fire caught up to me. It swept through the house before I could get out. I was ready to die there. I didn't want them to find me." Daryl sounded so ashamed of himself. "Was your dad there?" Shane asked. Daryl shook his head, "No he was gone but he came right back when he heard our house burnt down. He came back to pick me up. I was waiting for him to hit me in front of all those people but he never did. He just drove me to an apartment. Then he did. He thought it was my fault. The fire. He thought I started it. That I burned the house down. He told me that it was my fault that mom died and I believed it. I could've saved her if I had tried harder. I couldn't move without crying the next morning." Shane looked at the younger kid who he could tell was holding back tears. He rubbed the Daryl's hair softly and the boy finally met his eyes. "That's why I couldn't get out myself," he said quietly. Shane nodded but said nothing, just moved over so he could put his arm around the boy. They waited for Hershel to come in, which he did soon, and the parade of cars left Hershel's burning home.

So I do believe I changed Daryl's past a little bit but I think it still works.