Daryl had laid down not long after Dale left. He'd fallen asleep, mumbling something about how hard laundry really is. I excused myself from the tent, kissing his cheek softly, before slowly making my over to the rest of camp. Lori was the only one here, everyone else had been sent down the road for practice.

Lori smiled at me as I approached, looking up from the fire she was toking. I waved happily at her, happy to be free from the tent I'd been shoved in all day.

"Hi sweet heart," Lori said happily, wiping her brown. She stood, giving me a one armed hug before taking her seat again. She gestured to the chair next to her and I took it graciously. "Does Hershel know you're out of your tent." I shrugged, crossing my legs and leaning back.

"I can't sit in there any longer." I relished in the cool breeze that washed over me and sighed. Lori smirked sitting back as well. "You'd think getting to lounge around all day would be fun."

"I heard about your fun." Lori raised her eyebrow at me and I looked at her, horrified by her words. "Dale told me and Glenn all about what he walked in on."

"He didn't walk in on anything!" I sputtered. Lori grinned at me, chuckling and I felt my face flush.

"He said you were looking a little flustered when he walked up."

"It's hot in my tent." I brushed off her words with a coy smiled and we both laughed, neither of us believing what I said.

"I've seen the way he looks at you, y'know. It reminds me of Rick and I when we were younger."

"Now that's going too far." I chuckled awkwardly, not wanting to open this can of worms. Lori sighed.

"It's cute, y'know. It gives me real hope for this world seeing you two dancing around each other. It's one of the few normalcies we got left." I didn't say anything, but I smiled, closing my eyes.

Her words made my heart skip a beat and I felt warm all over. What happened in the tent was something new and exciting, but it left me with more questions than answers. Just knowing Lori had seen something between us too was enough to leave me smiling all day.

The gates next to camp clamored shut and I was drawn from my peace. Maggie was storming up to camp, Glenn following behind her, flushed.

"Hey!" she shouted. Lori looked at me nervously, standing up out of her seat. I sat in my chair, watching the two women cautiously. "We got your stuff!" Maggie spat, brandishing a small paper bag angrily.

"Maggie, hang on, please." Glenn called from behind her, rushing through the gates. I furrowed my brow, I'd honestly never seen her this angry, and I shrunk back in my chair. Lori looked at her, worriedly, shaking her head.

"Come on in here." Lori asked, turning towards her tent. Maggie shook her head, almost like Lori's request had made her even more angry.

"Why, nothing to hide. We got your special delivery right here!" Maggie reached into the bag furiously, pulling out object after object and tossing them to the ground. "We got your lotion, your conditioner, Your soap opera digest." My mouth dropped as I quietly watched the exchange. Lori looked over to me, seeming to be just as shocked as I was, and her face went red.

"Maggie-"

"Next time you want something, get it your damn self. We are not your errand boys." Maggie interrupted her still fuming.

"Honey, I-" Lori tried to diffuse the situation, but she was at a loss for words. I eyed a package on the ground, meeting Maggie's gaze, and the farmers daughter bent over, snatching them up.

"Here's your abortion pills!" she spat, tossing them angrily and Lori. I gasped, bringing my hand to my mouth. Maggie eyes met mine and she softened a bit before turning to stomp away. Glenn hung back, the air around us growing silent, before he too turned to follow her.

Lori remained standing, clutching the box that Maggie had thrown at her. She didn't say a word, just turned to her chair, grasping for it, and sitting down heavily. I opened my mouth to speak when she let out a hard sob, bursting into tears.

I watched her quietly, unsure what to do. Slowly I reached over, taking her hand in mine and giving it a light squeeze.

"Lori…" was all I could manage. Lori continued to cry, pulling her hand from mine. I stood, not sure if I wanted to hang out any longer.

"I thought it would be in everyone's best interest if I just got rid of it." she said quietly through tears. I swallowed, hesitantly sitting down again and I looked at her, waiting for her to continue. "It's hard enough being pregnant without the zombie apocalypse looming over your shoulder. I'd need more attention than anyone could give."

"We would all help you." I reassured her. Lori shook her head, again sobbing.

"Yeah, but how many of you would be happy about it? Sophia's gone, I just almost lost my son and now this?" Lori shook her head, shaking. "I can't do this Beau." I swallowed, looking at the box once more.

"It's your body, and if you think this is best, then do it. But something tells me you haven't talked to the one person who's opinions matters the most."

"Rick…" She whispered, licking her lips. I nodded at her.

"You can't make this decision on your own."

"You sound like my marriage counselor." Lori mumbled, her crying finally subsiding. I smiled at her, releasing her hand.

"I was hoping I sounded like a friend."

Shane and Andrea came back much later than the rest of the group. We had been worried about them until they pulled up. Carol stood quietly at the RV watching them pull up. I stood silently next to the fire, relief washing over me as they both stepped out of the car.

"Anything?" Carol asked, approaching them slowly. Shane sighed, shaking his head.

"No, not today."

"I'm so sorry, we'll cover more ground tomorrow." Andrea reassured her. Carol frowned, looking at the ground, walking away back to the RV.

"What happened out there?" Dale asked, raising an eyebrow at the pair. Andrea and Shane exchanged a knowing glance, both suppressing a grin.

"The place was over run." Shane said matter of factly. Andrea agree with them, walking away towards her tent. Dale watched Shane walk away, pausing for a few minutes before he followed him.

"Shane? Shane." The deputy turned around looking at Dale coolly. "You got that fancy new ride, plenty of fuel. Enough to get far away from here." Dale said, his voice raised slightly. Shane looked at him, furrowing his brow. I swallowed, going back to my work at the campsite. I felt a pair of eyes on me and from the corner of my eyes I saw Shane watching me coldly.

"You telling me to leave?"

"I know you've been planning too." Dale retorted. "Maybe now is a good time." Shane laughed in disbelief.

"Is this about Andrea?" The deputy asked. His question caught Dale by surprise and the old man stood quietly, looking at him.

"I'm looking out for the group." Dale said firmly, his voice wavering.

"You think the group would be better off without me?" Shane challenged him, taking a step forward. "Dale?" His tone was threatening, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Why don't you tell that to Rick or Lori. Their boy would be dead if I hadn't put my ass on the line."

"And Otis'." Dale corrected him. I turned where I stood, the suspicions I'd felt from a few nights ago returning. Shane scoffed at him, turning to walk away. His eyes found me and he glared at me. "You've been vague about what happened that night." Shane stopped a few paces away, Dale following him. The pair were silent for a few seconds before Shane spoke again.

"Otis died a hero." I followed the two men, not drifting far in case if Dale needed my help. I could feel the intensity between them and I was afraid Shane would break at any moment. His words angered me and against my better judgment I spoke up.

"So you've said." I interjected. Dale looked at me warningly but it was too late for me to return to what I was doing. Shane smiled at me wickedly.

"A little boy lived because of what went down that night." Now Shane's gaze was focused especially on me, cool and calculating. "I think you should show some gratitude."

"I wasn't there." Dale conceded. I thought he'd retreat, but instead he took a step forward. He glanced at me before speaking again. "But I was the time you raised your gun on Rick." My mouth dropped, eyes wide.

"What?" I blurted, closing the gap between myself and the two men. Dale held his hand out to me, gesturing for me to stay back.

"You had him in your sights, and you held him there." Shane was at a loss for words and he ran his hand over his head nervously. I watched him for a sign that it wasn't true, but he didn't give me one. "I know what kind of man you are."

The tension was palpable and neither man was backing down. I took a step back, for safety's sake, as Shane's face darkened.

"You think I'd shoot Rick? He is my best friend. He's a man that I love, I love him like a brother." Shane paused, glaring at both of us. "You think that's the kind of man I am?"

"That's right." Dale said without hesitation. Dale looked at me, but I had no words. They were lost in my thoughts. I had known for a while how dangerous Shane could be, my suspicions solidified when he attack me in the truck a few nights ago, but the fact that Dale saw it to? That just made matters worse.

"Well then maybe we ought to just talk that through. Say I'm the kind of man who gun down his own best friend? What you think I'd do to some guy that I don't even like, some bitch like her, when they start throwing accusations my way?" Shane's words were quiet, full of malice. He eyed us up and down, a smile playing on his face. There was a threat amongst his words, one that sent chills down my spine.

Shane chuckled before walking away from us, back to his tent. I was shaking, completely terrified of him, but I stood strong. Dale turned to me, his eyes wide with fear.

"Stay away from him." He told me. We both stared at each other, neither of us able to move. I nodded dumbly and Dale threw his arm around my shoulder, leading me back to the fire. I glanced out to the tent where Daryl lay. He was making his way across the field. Dale followed my gaze, removing his arm.

I walked at a slow, calm pace across the field, as not to alert Shane to my panic. About half way I ran into Daryl. He greeted me with a smile, one that was quickly wiped away at the sight of me. He looked past me, at camp and then back to me with a questioning gaze.

"I'm going to sit in the tent." I said plainly, attempting to walk past him. Daryl held fast to my elbow, my excuse needed elaborating.

"Ya been in the tent all day, darlin, and all ya did was complain about it." He saw through me immediately and I sighed. I threw a quick, fearful glanced over my shoulder before I spoke again.

"It's Shane. He killed Otis."