"I've done things," Charlie said, looking up into his eyes full of disappointment. "Things that I am not proud of. But everything I've done, I've done to survive...And I did. I survived."
"And are you happy?" Daryl asked, using all his power to stop...
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"Rick and Shane ain't back?" was the first thing Daryl said as they entered the farm house. Everyone turned to them with curious glances.
"No."
"We heard a shot." shaking Lori walked up to Dixon.
"Maybe they found Randall." said Andrea, probably trying to calm the other woman down.
"We found him." said Charlie, furrowing her brows.
"Is he back in the shed?"
"He's back to being dead." Reed snorted at leaned on a frame. She saw how people furrowed their eyebrows, not knowing what had happened in the darkness of the woods, just moments before. For them Randall was still alive."He's a walker."
"Did you find the walker that bit him?" Hershel asked.
"No, the weird thing is he wasn't bit." Glenn said.
"His neck was broke." Daryl added.
"So he fought back."
"The thing is, Shane and Randall's tracks were right on top of each other." Charlie said.
"And Shane ain't no tracker, so he didn't come up behind him. They were together." Daryl ended her deduction.
"Would you please get back out there, find Rick and Shane and find out what on Earth is going on?" Lori almost begged Daryl.
She was shaking and her face was showing worry, new information probably made her even more nervous. Obviously they were all confused about the whole situation, but it was her husband out there in the dark. Daryl had no other choice, but to nod. "You got it."
Reed wanted to go with him and help, this way would be quicker. Besides if Shane really lied to them, if he let Randall out just to kill him almost right away...there was a big problem. He had to plan all of this and that was probably the most concerning thing.
"What's going on?" Charlie asked as she saw people just standing oustide on the porch. She passed them and stopped in her tracks as she saw the most terrifying picture. "Oh...shit."
"Patricia, kill the lights." Hershel ordered.
"I'll get the guns." said Andrea.
There was probably around hundreds walkers coming right at them. Charlie was sure that she peed her pants, because how the fuck they are supposed to fight them? And another question was: where they all were coming from?
"Maybe they are just passing, like a herd on the highway." Glenn asked, looking up to Daryl. "Should we just go inside?"
"No unless there's a tunnel downstairs I don't know about." he said examining the herd of the dead and then looked at him. "A herd that size would rip the house down."
Then of course something happened and complicated things even more. Lori ran on the porch breathless."Carl's gone. He...he was upstairs." she breathed out. "I can't find him anymore."
