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And you will see
That nothing bears the rope
The weight that's underneath
And you will know that nothing loads the gun
The only way to go is turn your head and run
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Elaina is walking back to her tent when suddenly someone grabs her hand. She turns around to find Carl.
"Hey, bud." She says.
"Does Shane think Sophia is dead?"
Elaina sighs. She wants to tell him the truth. Yes, Shane does think Sophia is dead. But it isn't her place to say anything. Carl loves Shane. Carl doesn't know who he really is. She wants to keep it that way.
"Shane's just scared." She replies.
"Of the walkers in the barn?"
She nods.
He lets go of her hand. "I'm not leaving until we find Sophia. And I don't want to go even after that."
She bends down so she can be his at height. "It'll be okay Carl. No matter what happens. Everything will be okay."
He nods and hugs her. "Thanks, El."
She smiles as he trots off, not expecting the little nickname. Her smile fades when she sees Lori staring at her.
The look on her face is odd.
She almost seems... upset? Elaina tries to toss her a light smile, but Lori doesn't reciprocate it.
"Okay then..." Elaina mumbles as she enters her tent.
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Later, the group is gathered on the porch.
Rick is gone. He and Andrea were supposed to go look for Sophia. Dale and Shane are also MIA.
Daryl is pissed. They have a trail, and they should follow it, but instead people are slacking off.
Suddenly Shane storms up holding a bag of guns.
Daryl motions toward him. "What's all this?"
"You with me, man?" He asks, holding out a gun.
Daryl nods. "Yeah."
"Time to grow up." Shane says, starting to hand out more guns.
"Where's Dale?" Elaina asks. She's noticed the tension between the two. She can only hope that Shane didn't murder him like he did Otis.
"He's on his way." Shane says.
"Thought we couldn't carry?" Andrea asks.
"We can and we will. Look, it was one thing sitting around here picking daisies when we thought this place was supposed to be safe. But now we know it ain't." He continues passing out guns.
Once he gets to Elaina's, he holds it out to her. She clenches her jaw, not accepting it. "Rick said no guns. This is not your call. If you do this. If you pass out these guns, Hershel will make us leave."
Shane pauses a moment before shrugging, cocking her gun, and aiming it at her. "You're either with us, or you ain't."
Carl gasps. "Shane!"
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Sheriff's Lover ||| Rick Grimes
Fanfiction"Are you trying to get me drunk, officer?" "What if I am?" Thirty-two-year-old office worker, Elaina Heart was all alone on the streets of Atlanta when a man in a sheriff's uniform trots down the road on a horse. She decides to join him on his miss...
