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AS soon as the daylight hit and we were all ready to go, we made our way to the Greene farm. Daryl in the front riding the motorcycle, Andrea and I in the car and Dale and Carol in the RV. We drove up to the front of the house and saw everyone spread out in front of it. Daryl turned the engine off on the motorcycle, Carol and Dale got out of the RV, and Andrea and I got out of the other car.

"How is he?" Dale spoke up asking the question all five of us wanted the answer to. "He'll pull through, thanks to Hershel and his people." Lori answered motioning to the older guy behind her with white hair. "And Shane. We'd have lost Carl if not for him." Rick added on. Dale went up to Rick and hugged him while I went over to Glenn and hugged him. "Did you behave?" I asked him playfully. "I should be asking you that dumbass." He responded shoving me. I just laughed out loud until he soon joined.

I looked for T to see how he was doing with this arm. I walked up to him and hugged him. It was one big hug fest, Carol hugged Lori, Andrea went and hugged T-Dog after I did. I went over to Rick and hugged him too. "We were so worried." I told him. "Believe me I was too." He responded. I walked back over to Glenn. "How'd it happen?" Dale asked Rick out loud. "Hunting accident. That's all, just a stupid accident." Rick answered.

They were all about to hold a funeral for a guy named Otis who had went with Shane to get the stuff for Carl and didn't return. A girl with blonde hair who's name had been Beth, had stepped up and placed a rock on the big pile of rocks. I was standing in between Daryl and Glenn. "Blessed be God, father of our lord Jesus Christ. Praise be to him for the gift of our brother Otis, for his span of years, for his abundance of character; Otis, who gave his life to save a child's, now more than ever, our most precious asset. We thank you, God, for the peace he enjoys in your embrace. He died as he lived, in grace. Shane, will you speak for Otis?" The guy referred to as Hershel prayed before directing a question towards Shane.

"I'm not good at it. I'm sorry." Shane declined. "You were the last one with him. You shared his final moments. Please. I need to hear. I need to know his death had meaning." A lady with blonde hair who I had learneds name was Patricia begged with tears running down her face. "We were about done. Almost out of ammo. We were down to pistols by then. I was limping. It was bad. Ankle all swollen up. 'We've got to save the boy.' See, that's what he said. He gave me his backpack. He shoved me ahead. 'Run,' he said. He said, 'I'll take the rear. I'll cover you.' And when I looked back..." Shane explained. His voice was saying one thing but his body language and eyes looked nervous as if he was covering something up.

He then walked up towards the wheelbarrow that contained rocks and grabbed one. "If not for Otis, I'd have never made it out alive. And that goes for Carl too. It was Otis. He saved us both. If any death ever had meaning, it was his." Shane continued before putting the rock on top of the pile.