Without A Voice

Chapter 20: Final Decision

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After a couple of minutes, I ended up back at my tent. I climbed in and scrunched up next to my backpack, putting the arrows I made in my quiver. I hadn't used my bow in a while but that was a good thing in this day and age. I still had my pocket knife but after what happened in the woods I scrubbed it clean. I could barely look at it. Hell, I can't close my eyes without seeing that man's face. His eyes staring into mine. There was so much blood. He was heavy. When he went limp I wasn't sure I could push him off. Yet now everybody except Dale wants to kill that kid in the barn and I can't help but agree. He's dangerous. Shane's dangerous, why don't we kill him? The rules were starting to bend. Dale was right. This group is broken.

~ Authors POV ~

Suddenly someone unzipped her tent. It was Daryl. He looked her up and down, gazing at her legs before she gestured for him to come in. She hadn't worn shorts in a while but it was hot. He sat next to her and she knew what he was about to ask.

"What was Dale talking about? What did Shane do?"

She closed her eyes and sighed before opening them again, "Can't you just pretend he didn't say anything? That's what I would like to do."

Daryl shook his head, "No. Now tell me what he did."

"Why so you can go beat him up? Get hurt? He's dangerous that's all you need to know." Jane snapped.

He turned her head back to face him after she tried to look away, "I know he is. He and Rick go to let the kid free and they both come back looking like they just returned from a boxing match. Hell, everybody knows he killed Otis. I just don't care."

She could feel her chest grow heavy in the confined space, "If I tell you please don't try to play hero. Just leave it be."

Daryl nodded, "Fine."

"A couple of days ago Dale and I went to go hide the guns in the swamp. We thought it would be for the best but Shane followed us and put me in a chokehold. He knew I was injured he just didnt care. He wouldn't let go until Dale handed over the guns." Jane kept her eyes on his and watched as they filled with anger.

He scrambled to get out of the tent and she immediately knew it was a mistake to tell him. She chased after him as he searched for Shane. That's when they both spotted him by the barn. He was talking to Andrea. This was only going to end one way. In violence.

Before Shane could even get out a word, Daryl punched him across the face, sending him to the ground. Dust kicked up around them as Daryl got on top of him.

"What the hell?!" Andrea grabbed Daryl off of Shane and threw him to the side.

Jane held onto Daryl as he paced back and forth in anger, "What the hell is your problem man?" Shane shouted as he got up, blood dripping down his nose.

"You like putting your hands on women? Huh?" Daryl yelled back.

Andrea looked between the both of them with concern, "What's he talking about?"

"I don't know" Shane quickly responded.

"Nah" Daryl scoffed, "I know about what happened in the swamp with Dale and the bag of guns."

Jane saw the glare given to her by Shane and stopped Daryl before he could go any further, "Enough. Now go."

"What? What happened in the swamp?" Andrea asked but they all ignored her.

"Just leave it alone." Jane signed as Daryl continued to yell, "You put your hands on her, you put your hands on anybody again, I'm gonna put you down like a dog!"