Season 2, Episode 13: Beside The Dying Fire
November 14th Day 82
Daryl and Glenn had returned back to the farmhouse, glancing around.
“Rick and Shane ain't back?” Daryl asked, not noticing them.
“No. We heard a shot.” T-Dog said.
“Maybe they found Randall.” Lori said, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself rather than anyone else.
“We found him.” Daryl said.
“Is he back in the shed?” Patricia asked.
“He's a walker.” Daryl replied.
“Did you find the walker that bit him?” Hershel asked.
“No, the weird thing is he wasn't bit.” Glenn said.
“His neck was broken.” Daryl added on. Glenn looked over at Nicky. She knew it must've been Shane, obviously, but. . . if he wasn't bitten, why was he a walker? Nicky looked back at Glenn, and she knew he was thinking the same.
“Of course, more shitty stuff in this shitty world. . . What worse could possibly happen?” Nicky folded her arms.
“So he fought back.” Patricia asked.
“The thing is, Shane and Randall's tracks were right on top of each other. And Shane ain't no tracker, so he didn't come up behind him. They were together.” Daryl explained.
“Would you please get back out there, find Rick and Shane and find out what on earth is going on?” Lori asked, almost begging.
“You got it.” Daryl replied, before scanning the room. He looked around but couldn't see any blonde pigtails. No bright, blue eyes. “Where the hell is Rory?”
“I think she was upstairs with Sophia and Carl,” Andrea said. “They were hanging out.”
Daryl nodded. “Alright, I'll go find Rick and Shane.”
He left, everyone walking behind him, noticing a huge herd.
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Rory stared at Shane's lifeless body. He was once their friend. “He was about to kill us,” Rory mumbled. They both looked at her. “It had to be one of us. We should go back.”
After that, they started to go back to the house, Rory in Rick's arms, resting her head on his shoulder. She was exhausted. She wanted to wash the blood off.
“You two bit too?” Carl looked up at the two.
“No.” They both speak at the same time.
“Shane was.” Carl stated.
“That wasn't Shane.”
Rory wanted to sleep. Her head was still bleeding despite Rick putting pressure on it. It was too deep. She helped apply pressure to her wound. She'd die if they were to be attacked.
“You know that.” Rick questioned Carl, placing his free hand on his son's back.
“Used to be.” Carl stated, the words caught in his throat before he could get them out.
“It's okay, Carl,” Rory said quietly, smiling weakly. “You helped his soul be free from the walker.”
Carl wiped his eyes. “What happened?” He questioned them. “You guys attacked? Did he shoot you? I mean, I... I heard a gunshot.”
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Ghosts★The Walking Dead¹
HorrorAfter the world fell, Rory didn't think anything would get better. She watched her city burn, her family turn, her house collapse...she barely made it out, but thanks to Glenn, she managed. She doesn't think the world can get back to normal, and it...
