The Girl Who Ran From Her Past

Guts

-Survival Camp-

Lori and Amy sort out mushrooms that they have collected. 'Any luck?'

'How do we tell if they're poison?' Amy asks.

Lori smiles. 'Uh, there's only one sure way I know of.'

'Ask Shane when he gets back?' Amy replies.

'Yeah, you've got it. Thank you.' She gets up. 'Dale, I'm heading out. Sweetheart, I want you to stay where Dale can see you, okay?'

Carl nods. 'Yes, mom.'

'You too. Don't wander too far. Stay within shouting distance. And if you see anything, holler. I'll come running.' Dale promises.

Lori laughs. 'Yes, mom.'

She goes into the woods to pick some more food for the camp.

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-Woods-

While she is in the woods, leaves rustle. Bird wings flap, branch snaps. She starts to think that someone is following her. She worries that it's a Walker and starts to look around. Suddenly, a hand reaches around her mouth and she is dragged back. 'Shh shh shh shh shh shh shh.'

'You scared the hell out of me.' Lori laughs at him.

Shane smirks. 'I bet. That's what you get for keeping me waiting. I was trying to be quiet. Where you been?'

'Amy the mushroom queen… I had to wait for her to get back.' They start kissing.

'How much time do we have?' He asks.

Lori smiles. 'Enough.'

The two are in the moment and proceed to make love. While undressing, Shane sees Lori still has Rick's ring around her neck on a necklace. She takes it off and holds onto it in the grass while they proceed. 'Come here.'

'Okay.' Lori does so.

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-Tank-

In Atlanta, Rick and Lillian are still sitting in the tank when the voice is heard on the radio again. 'Hey, are you two alive in there?'

'Hello? Hello?' Rick calls over the radio.

The man on the radio sighs. 'There you are. You had me wondering.'

'Where are you? Outside? Can you see us right now?' Rick asks.

The man on the radio nods. 'Yeah, I can see you. You're surrounded by walkers. That's the bad news.'

'There's good news?' Lillian scoffs.

The man on radio pauses for a second. 'No.'

'Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here.' Rick confides.

The man on the radio gulps. 'Oh man. You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak-out.'

'There's no point in that. Got any ideas for us.' Lillian plays with her knife.

The man on the radio sighs. 'Yeah, I'd say make a run for it.'

'That's it? "Make a run for it"?' Rick is weary.

The man on the radio starts to explain. 'My way's not as dumb as it sounds. You've got eyes on the outside here. There's one geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down. With me so far?'

'So far.' Rick grumbles.

The man on the radio continues. 'Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now while they're distracted, you stand a chance. Got ammo?'