A/N I don't own The Walking Dead
Shane and the rest of the survivors were having a relaxing meal in the foyer of Hershel's farmhouse when Rick looked at the still red eyed Patricia.
" I know it's hard" he said in an attempt to be a leader.
Dale choose this moment to snort. " I'm tired of keeping my secret, me and Otis knew each other before the outbreak, we were lovers" he cried with a glare at Shane as he cooked the rifle he was hiding in his pants.
Dale stood atop the table and aimed at Shane.
"This is for Otis, you dirty somebitch" Dale yelled. Before he could pull the trigger the front door was destroyed as Otis smashed right through it.
" Did I miss something" Otis simpered, patting his great tweed stomach.
"What the fuck, Otis how" Shane began as Otis and Dale engaged in a kiss, causing Patricia to faint.
"I was a darn EMT for five years after I got out of the slammer, I developed a vaccine to the biters as well as regenerating flesh from the bites they take out of me" Otis cackled.
"You had a vaccine this whole time, what about my wife who succumbed to the disease, what about your wife?" Hershal thundered.
"Me and Dale don't give rats shit about anyone here Hershey, although Andrea we offer you a place in our ranks" Otis simpered as he wiggled his eyebrows.
"No thanks" said Andrea coldly.
"Then you die like all the others" Dale said as both he and Otis aimed their weapons at the group.
Rick and Shane choose that moment to sneak behind the dark duo and knocked them out.
It was determined that Otis and Dale were to go to the bottom of one of Hershal's wells, as the group wanted to get the vaccine from Otis.
They looked through Otis's things, he didn't have a room, but a small cabinet full of football posters.
"Its not in here" Shane yelled.
Patricia drank a glass of water before collapsing.
Rick and Shane noticed the odd smell of the water.
"Its Dale and Otis, there polluting the water" Rick screamed.