Chpt. XIII

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Glenn ain't lyin' about the walkers in the barn I could smell the decaying flesh in there, Shane was the first to investigate when he came up to his friend. " You cannot tell me you're all right with this." He tells Rick.

"No I'm not, but we're guests here. This isn't our land." Rick says.

"This is our lives!"

"Lower your voice." Glenn seethes in a hushed tone.

"We can't just sweep this under the rug." Andrea spoke up.

Shane continues on, "It ain't right. Not remotely. Okay, we've either got to go in there, we've got to make things right or we've just got to go—Now we have been talking about fort Benning for a long time."

"We can't go." Rick tells him.

"Why, Rick? Why!?"

"Because my daughter is still out there." Carol responds.

"Okay." Shane breaths out while enclosing his hands around his face. Judging by his body language, he's done with this search for this little girl. " Okay, I think it's time that we all start to just consider the other possibility."

"Shane, we're not leaving Sophia behind." Rick told him.

Daryl joins in, "I'm close to finding this girl—I just found her damn doll two days ago."

"You found her doll, Daryl. That's what you did. You found a doll." Shane tells him. A doll that is a lead!

Daryl steps closer and fling his arm around, " You don't know what the hell you're talking about!"

Shane then begins to rant, "Let me tell you something else, man. If she was alive out there and saw you coming all methed out with your buck knife and geek ears around your neck, she would run in the other direction!"

It takes enough for all the men to begin shouting as Shane and Daryl we're each other's throats while the females try to pry them off of each other, "Keep your hands off me." Shane tells Lori who had her hands on his chest.

"Now just let me talk to Hershel." Rick tells him. " Let me figure it out."

"What are you gonna figure out?!" Shane shouts. Lori quickly gets in between the crazed former policeman and her husband.

"If we're gonna stay, if we're gonna clear this barn, I have to talk him into it. This is his land." Rick replies.

Now I'm on Rick's side; Yes, this is Hershel's land, we need his permission to clear out this barn from these undead.

Dale then steps in, " Hershel sees those things in there as people—Sick people... His wife, his stepson."

"You knew?" Rick asks.

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