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ALLISON, Daryl, and Glenn finally made their way into the Greene household, making everyone look their way for answers. Little did they know, the three had more questions than answers.
"Rick and Shane ain't back?" Daryl asked eyeing the room. Maggie made her way over to Allison, who had specks of Randall's blood on her face. Her sister wiped the blood with her sleeve, only smearing it instead of taking it off.
"No." Lori said solemnly.
"We heard a shot." Daryl stated.
"Maybe they found Randall." Lori said making Allison stop looking at her concerned sister.
"We found him." Allison said to the mother.
"You did? Is he back in the shed?" Maggie asked her.
"He's a walker." Daryl answered. "Allison took him down."
Hershel put his hands in his pockets and shifted nervously at the thought of his daughter killing a walker, something that she was new to. "Did you find the walker that bit him?"
"No, that's the weird thing." Allison sighed looking around the room. "He wasn't bit."
It was almost like the room stopped breathing. If he weren't bit, how did he turn? That was the question, but they worried more about Shane and Rick getting back than how Randall turned. Daryl explained, "His neck was broke."
"So he fought back." Patricia came to the conclusion after hearing about him and Shane's altercation.
"The thing is, Shane and Randall's tracks were right on top of each other and Shane ain't no tracker, so he didn't come up behind him. They were together." Daryl said making the room grow nervous.
Lori went over to Daryl and held on to her chest, "Would you please go back out there to find Rick and Shane and find out what on Earth is going on?"
"You got it." Daryl began to walk out and Allison subconsciously began to walk behind him until he turned around to face her. "Stay here, Allison."
"I want to help."
"You've helped enough." He said referring to her killing the walker that was inches away from making Daryl a meal. "Seriously, just stay here."
She nodded, understanding. Hershel frowned watching as his daughter back down for the first time in her entire life. That stubborn girl he always once knew, showed mercy. That was sight he never thought he would see.
Suddenly Daryl called for everyone inside, they walked out and Allison came up beside him. She followed his eyes that looked off into the distance. Walkers. Everywhere.
"Oh my god." Allison said feeling a lump in her throat.
"Patricia, kill the lights." Hershel whispered over to her as Andrea went to get the guns.
