❝HEARTBREAK IS ONE THING MY 𝗘𝗚𝗢'𝗦 ANOTHER❞
In which it no longer matters that Evangeline Waters was a hot shot lawyer with a nice apartment and the best daughter she could've asked for. Because if you don't know the right way to stab a dead...
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"What is this?" Shane's voice was sharp, his anger palpable as he stormed over to Rick, Hershel, and the walkers they were leading with sticks. His eyes were wide with disbelief as he saw the two undead creatures shambling along, their grotesque features snarling and snapping.
"Sutton, stay back!" Lily shouted over the commotion, but her daughter's curiosity overpowered her as she and Carl followed the group, their faces a mix of fear and fascination. The sight of the walkers being led like animals only fueled Shane's fury.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Shane's voice was a thunderclap in the tense atmosphere.
"Shane, just back off," Rick replied, his focus fixed on the walker that was only a few feet away, trying to maintain control of the situation.
"Why do your people have guns?" Hershel asked, his gaze shifting to the nearly armed group surrounding them.
"Are you kidding me?" Shane yelled. "Look at what they're handling!"
"I see who I'm holding onto," Hershel retorted, his grip unwavering on the stick as he guided the walker towards the barn.
"No, man, you don't!" Shane's frustration erupted. "These things aren't people! They're dead. They don't feel anything. They only kill!"
Rick tried to calm him down. "Shane, just let us do this, and then we can talk."
"What's there to talk about, Rick? These things aren't sick. They're dead! They killed Amy. They killed Otis. They'll kill all of us if we don't do something!" Shane's voice was laced with desperation. "You think we can just keep living next to a barn full of these monsters? No way!"
"Shane, shut up!" Rick shouted, trying to drown out Shane's escalating anger.
Lily's heart pounded as she saw Sutton edging closer, despite her command to stay put. Her hand tightened around her gun, ready to protect if necessary.
"Hey, Hershel, let me ask you this—could a living person walk away from this?" Shane yelled as he fired three shots into the walker's torso, each bullet hitting with a hollow thud.
"No!" Rick screamed in response. Hershel looked at the walker he was controlling, its relentless advance causing his face to betray a hint of shock.
"Stop it!" Rick commanded, but Shane was unrelenting. "That's three rounds in the chest! Could someone who's alive take that? Why is it still coming?"
Shane fired again, his frustration growing with each shot. "That's its heart, its lungs. Why isn't it stopping?" He continued to shoot until the walker fell, its head finally exploding under the force of his last shot.
The crowd gasped as the walker crumpled to the ground, Hershel's shoulders slumping as he watched in horror. It was as if Shane had burst the fragile bubble of denial Hershel had been living in.
