Writing this chapter has me thinking I'm not sure how much more is left. It could be ending soon but thats up in the air right now. Just a heads up.

Mac didn't even pause coming up on the porch and his boot slammed into the door. The wall behind it broke in three different places and the wood of the framing split. He stormed straight inside about the time Hannah appeared wide eyed. The second she seen Mac coming for her she tried to turn and run. Mac was quicker and Daryl grimaced when she was slammed to the ground with Mac's weight colliding with her.

It took merely seconds for her to be flipped and slammed down on to her back with Mac looming over her. Daryl looked behind him as Merle came through the door. Where Mac's mood was chaotic Merle's was cold and collected. He wasn't sure which would be worse to deal with.

"Hannah." Merle's voice was like gun powder.

Mac looked at her his eyes the flint. "Where were you running to?"

Daryl squatted down on the other side of her. Her eyes met his. They were wet and wild. He stared at her hard trying to see past the moment. Hannah was a manipulative bitch. He bet she was honestly hoping Mac didn't make it. Then she would be free to play lady of the manor with Phillip. Not that Mac would have gave two fucks if she was sucking his dick or not but when it came to his son. Well that made things different now didn't it. She should have known that even if Mac had gotten killed him and Merle would have carved a path through hell itself for his nephew.

"Mac let me go, you're hurting me." Hannah pleaded.

He leaned into her his weight pushing her shoulders into the ground more where his hands were braced. "Did you send him to the fucking house?"

"WHO!"

Mac tsked at her. Merle finally squatted and looked at her. It took some convincing but Daryl got Mac to agree to let Merle talk. If Mac talked to her they'd get nowhere. Hannah always had a healthy dose of fear for Merle. It could have something to do with the time she actually hit him and he knocked her on her ass. Merle wasn't one to beat a woman but if she attacked him he wouldn't just stand there.

"I'm only asking once." He stared at her and tears slipped free of her eyes. "If you don't answer truthfully it'll be answer enough for me and I'll kill you where you lay."

Hannah swallowed and looked at all three brothers. "Why are you doing this to me! Mac I'm the mother to your son!"

He breathed deeply and exhaled through his nose sounding like a bull. Daryl could see the twitching of muscles and the way his jaw was ticking. He was getting close to exploding. He cut his eyes to Merle and Merle nodded.

"Were you going to try and take Brian out of here?"

Hannah stared hard. She clenched her jaw and Merle waited. He un-holstered his gun and brought it around. Daryl stayed quiet and watched her. She'd lost her mind if she thought Brian would have went. Even if they managed to get him out there he'd leave. He'd make his way right back here and if a hair on his head had been hurt then things would have been so much worse.

Merle put the barrel of the gun under her jaw and raised a brow. "Tick tock."

"YES! HE'S MY SON!" She bellowed thrashing below Mac.

For all her thrashing and writhing it done no good. Mac didn't budge. His entire body was locked in place. His face flushing red and every emotion exposed right on his face. Hannah started shaking and crying in earnest. Her eyes locked on Mac's face that was showing a swath of rage the likes of which none of them had been prepared for.

Merle's gun was knocked to the side and Mac caught her throat in his hands. Leaning down his forehead pressing to hers. "My son. Mine, you were just the whore that bore him."

Hannah's mouth opened but no sound escaped. Mac's hands had already tightened and a definitive crack echoed as he wrenched her head and neck to the side violently as he put all his weight on her upper chest. He threw her head back to the floor with a sharp thud. He set back on his haunches looking down on her dead eyes. His chest was heaving and his hands shaking. Merle met his eyes and Daryl looked at Mac. Neither one of them expected him to break her neck. They knew that it was going to be bad but this was worse.

"Find Shumpert." Mac's voice was dead. "Phillip was bragging that he was helping him."

"He'll be waiting outside the wall for Hannah, Brian, and Phillip." Daryl was still watching Mac.

Merle nodded and stood. He re-holstered his gun. He paused next to Daryl and Mac again his hand landing on each of their shoulders before he was gone. Daryl didn't expect that Shumpert would live through the next hour.

Daryl stood then and caught Mac's arm forcing him to stand. When Mac looked at him his eyes were wrong. Daryl stepped into him and Mac pressed his forehead to his. He forced his breathing to slow.

"She was going to get him killed just to fucking spite me." Mac's voice was quiet. "Phillip wanted him dead. He wanted him dead because fucking Penny died. He hated kids."

"He's dead."

"You killed him." Mac's voice was hoarse. "He almost killed my son."

Daryl nodded, "He's safe."

Mac cast his eyes to Hannah, "She doesn't get buried."

It was those words that had Mac's eyes leveling out and losing some of that wild nature. Daryl bent and picked her up. Mac was eyeing her like he'd catch something if he touched her. Instead he held the door open as they made their way towards the back of Woodbury. Daryl let Mac lead him. He kept an eye on Hannah since she could still turn into a walker.

Mac was walking up a platform and stopped when Carter turned looking at him. He didn't say anything when Daryl came up carrying Hannah's body. He scowled at her and then spit over the wall.

Mac looked down at the few stragglers that were lingering. He looked over at Daryl and then pointedly at the walkers. He looked at her one last time and wasn't sure what happened to her. At one time she'd been a good mom almost it. She'd always had a rough go of raising Brian. The boy wanted to be with his dad but she'd always been more concerned with keeping a man than her son happy.

Daryl stood with Mac long after Carter disappeared. Mac watched over the wall as walkers started making their way to the body. He stood there with him silent. Mac didn't need him to speak. There was nothing to be said for what was happening. Brian was safe. Sophia was safe. His brothers were and Carol; hell even Martinez and Andrea. His family was intact and that was what mattered in the end. They were all that you got.

Mac snorted and Daryl followed his eyes. Hannah was starting to move. Her eyes were dead and open but it was too late. The walkers descended on the fresh meat and she was ripped apart. It was a frenzy below them. If that was what Mac needed to see after Blake put a knife to his son's throat then who was he to question it.