𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥《 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘋𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯 》

s e v e n// D O N ' T B R E A T H E

"You can't tell me you're okay with this, Rick." Shane hissed in between teeth, walking abruptly towards the sheriff.
The people stood right in front of the barn, staring at it, like it would do any good.
"No, I'm not. But we're guests here. This isn't our land."
"Oh God, this is our lives, man!" Shane yelled.
"Lower your voice." Glenn advised in between teeth.
"We can't just sweep this under the rug, Rick." Andrea joined the conversation.
Smith was quiet. She would wanted to step up but she was having a hard time knowing where she stood. She could see where everybody was coming from; She understood all points of views, so it was arduous mind work to find a middle ground in such a complex and fragile situation.
"We either got to go in there, we got to make things right, or we just go." Shane said, attempting a threating tone, but Rick wouldn't give in to his aggressive needs that easily.
"We can't go!"
"Why, Rick.? Why?"
"Because my daughter's still out there." Carol narrowed her eyes at Shane as she spoke. 
The restless man scoffed.
"Okay, okay... I think it's time we all start to just consider the other possibility."
"Shane! We're not leaving Sophia behind."
"I'm close to finding this girl." Daryl walked closer in between Rick and Shane. "I just found her damn doll three days ago."
"You found a doll, Daryl. That's what you did. You found a doll!" Shane chuckled sarcastically. 
Daryl stood still for a second and Smith could sense his anger raising up.
"You don't know the hell you're talking about!" There it was. The Dixon man raised his voice and threw his hands around with uncontrolled anger while Shane stood with his hands on his hips  an unbothered expression painted his face.
"Hey, man, look-- I'm just saying what needs to be said. Now, you get a good lead, it's in the first 48 hours."
"Shane, stop." Rick tried to walk up to him when he started walking around, shouting and throwing hands. "Let me tell you something else, man." He eyed Daryl, who only squinted his eyes at him. Anger burning through them. "If she was alive out there and saw you coming all methed out with your buck knife and geek ears around your neck, she would run in the other direction, man!"
And, in no time, everyone's once talking voice turned to indistinct shouting while Daryl tried to jump on Shane. Rick and Smith were the ones who ran towards the uncontrolled men and stood between them. Using their arms to create distance between the two.
Smith's hand pushed Shane's chest away, and once pushed Daryl's too before Rick came to help. Walsh kept trying to push past her but her arms were stronger than they looked so she pushed him more aggressively when he tried his luck again.
"Back off!" Smith's voice was finally heard. And then, silence.
"Just let me talk to Hershel. Let me figure this out." Rick tried to reason with him, while he walked away, unbothered.
"What are you gonna figure out?!" Shane suddenly turned around and screamed in Rick's face.
"Enough!" Lori pushed him away.
"Keep your hands off me." 
"If we're gonna stay, if we're gonna clear this barn, I have to talk him into it. This is his land." 
"Man, I'll tell you how it's gonna be: We're gonna open those goddamn doors and we're gonna put down every last one of them--"
"Hershel sees those things in there as people!" Smith cut off Shane's ridiculous plan, driving all eyes to her. "Sick people. His wife, his stepson."
"You knew?" Shane walked uncomfortably close to her face. 
"Yesterday, I talked to Hershel." She explained, taking a step back. 
For her unfortune, that didn't stop Shane from taking another step forward. And, from the corner of her eye, Smith saw Daryl take a step towards them as well, almost as a warning to Shane.
"And you waited the night?"
"I thought we could survive one more night. We did." She said sternly to his face, slightly leaning back, avoiding his breath right on her face. "I was waiting until this morning to say something, but Glenn wanted to be the one."
"The man's crazy, Rick. If he thinks those things are alive--"
"Just let me think--"
"No!"
The chains rattled and the walkers inside the barn started growling due to the provocations the yelling was doing.
"Let's just try to be reasonable here--"
"To hell with being reasona--"
Shane got cut off mid-sentence by Smith's forceful forearm on his chest and foot on his. He tried to intimidate her again by getting uncomfortably close.
"Step. Back." 
Shane did step back, swallowing up his anger and walking away once and for all.
Now that he was meters away, Smith could see that Daryl was closer, too. He had taken a few more steps towards them and he now stood right beside her. Maybe trying to stop Shane from acting out on anger was his way of apologising.