I rested my axe on my shoulder and walked into the forest. I just, I need to clear my head. Rick never told me anything else about the barn situation. I guess his discussion with Hershal went well because we're still here.

The farther I walked, the thicker the woods got. Everything looks the same, but I'm gonna keep going straight. There was a rustling on my right, close enough to make me worry. I got my axe ready and turned to face it, looking through the trees. Instead of finding a walker, I found Shane. I rolled my eyes and started walking again until I felt a hand on my arm. I whipped around to yell at Shane, instead coming face to face with a walker. I pushed it back and swung my axe, making a good crack in the side of its head. I ripped my axe back and flung the blood off as the walker fell to the ground.

"This is why you shouldn't be out here alone." Shane said from behind me.

"Actually, this is why I'm allowed out here alone. I can handle myself Shane." I said, walking back in the direction I was going in originally.

"Let me tell you somethin'." He started. "The only reason your still in this group and alive is because of Daryl. Otherwise you would've been gone a long time ago."

"Really? Then why hasn't anyone made it clear that they want me gone?" I sneered.

"'Cause we need Daryl. Your just another mouth to feed an' hear bitchin' later." He glared.

"Yeah. Whatever Shane." I rolled my eyes. "Just go back to the farm and be a good little police officer."

"Ya see, I can't just leave ya out here. Your either comin' back with me now or ya ain't comin' back at all." He smirked.

"You know, I really fucking hate you." I glared. "Why can't you just go back to Rick, Lori and Carl?" Instead of responding he narrowed his eyes and grabbed the tops of my arms. His hands used such force that it pain radiated from the spot he was holding me. I dropped my axe and looked at Shane. He stared at me for a few seconds then crashed his mouth to mine. I shook my arms and pulled my head as far back as it would go, but it did nothing. I curled my hands into fists and started hitting him anywhere I could. I managed to get my arms in front of me and threw my fists straight at his groin.

Shane instantly let go and toppled over, holding his crotch. I picked up my axe and ran. I ran as fast as I could until I saw the farm, then I pushed myself even harder. I can't tell Daryl, not while he's still injured. I slowed my running to a fast walk, only stopping when I got to Rick.

"Sam? What's wrong?" His eyes searched mine before he pulled me away from the group.

"Rick." I began. "Shane. He followed me out into the woods and tried to rape me. Told me that I should have died a long time ago." The words rushed out, along with a few tears. Rick's eyes narrowed and his whole being tensed.

"Where is he now?"

"I don't know. I punched him in the-" I stopped when I caught sight of Shane. Rick caught my gaze and turned around.

"Sam, go back to your tent. I'll deal with Shane." He patted my shoulder, then walked toward Shane.