My Lucille | ✔️

39// Down to Hell

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Rick walked off, leaving you all to sit. "You knew too, didn't you?" Shane growled as he came so close to you, you could feel his breath on you face.

"Yes, I knew" you reply as you look at him straight in the eyes. He must've been bipolar since he was looking at you with so much hatred and seriousness, before chuckling and moving away.

"You bitch" he mumbled as he looked at you. "What did you just say to me?" You asked as you crossed your arms. "I said, you bitch" he replied.

You nodded your head as you smiled, before looking up at him with black eyes. "Call me that one more time and your head will be a souvenir inside that barn" you threat. By the looks of it, he was taken back.

It was all quiet for a long time. You groaned from exhaustion and pain in your legs before you sat down, Andrea sitting next to you. "You're pretty badass" she said as she avoided your eyes.

"I know" you both chuckled as she looked at you. "Do you want to live now?" You asked. "Yeah, actually I do. Things are different now" you nodded and smiled, holding her hand in yours.

"Alrigh' I'm done" Shane said before he walked all the way back to the rv, coming out to what seems like the bag of guns. "God, no" you whisper to yourself as you stand up when Shane reached.

"Take it" Shane said as he gave everyone a gun. He came to Daryl, holding out a rifle "you with me man?" Shane asked hopefully. Daryl looked at you with sorrow eyes as you shook your head "don't do it, Daryl, please don't" you plead as you look at him with hope

His eyes fell to the ground as he slowly took the rifle from Shane. "And I guess you're with Rick, aren't you?" He asked as he looked at you with hatred. "Damn right I am"

He smiled and nodded his head, before walking to Carl and getting down on one knee "we gotta find Sophia, right? Now take the gun and protect yourself, your mom, everyone you love, you hear me man?" Lori pushes Carl behind her as she stood in front of Shane

"This is not your decision to make, it's not your call, it's not your land so sto-"

Your hearing stopped as your eyes shifted to the woods close behind, seeing Rick and Hershel holding two poles with walkers attached to them as Jimmy led them back to the farm "holy shit" you mumble, but you didn't realize everyone heard it and looked at what you were looking at.

"What the hell is this man?!" Shane shouted as Hershel and Rick approached them. "They dead, Hershel! They're gone!" Shane said as he fired three rounds into the walkers chest "three rounds into the chest, could you tell me why they survived?!"

"Stop this, Shane!" You screamed as you tried to take the gun away from him, only to be shoved to the ground "They ain't living, Hershel! It's enough!" Shane said before firing a single round into the walkers head, falling lifelessly to the ground.

Rick watched his best friend, who now turned into his enemy take the axe that was in the gun holster of yours, and smash the first lock on the barn door. "Hershel take the snake pole!" Rick screamed, but Hershel seemed to be on the floor, looking at the dead body "Hershel!" Rick screamed yet again, but it was too late. He already broke all the locks.

"Come on!" Shane screamed as he pounded on the barn door, walking back fast as he held out his gun. One by one, all the walkers who used to be Hershel's family came out, shots in their head after the sound of the gun fire.

"No!" You shouted as you held Hershel who was on the floor, trying to turn him around so he wouldn't see. You saw all your group, Shane, T-dog, Andrea, Daryl and Glenn, fire their guns at the walkers.