Querencia

Part 5

    Shane was fuming and his muscles were stiff. As soon as Shane made the first move, everybody else followed. I followed suit but in a slower manner. I still had Edmund in my arms.

A crunching sound came from my right. I glanced in that direction. Beside me, Carol matched my pace. I guess she didn't want to run either.

Lori was behind Carol and I could hear her shout Shane's name. She was struggling to keep up like the rest of the group. Shane obviously had a head start, being the first one to witness what came out of the woods.

However, everyone else was in a clump of people stumbling over the grass and sticks which had fallen on the ground. The gravel on the ground near the barn didn't help. Even with the things in the way everyone persevered.

Shane had made it to where Rick and Hershel stopped. Some of the members of the group had stopped behind Rick and Hershel. Lori and Carl stood in front of Carol and me but behind everyone else.

The closer I got, the better I could see. Rick and Hershel were holding onto poles. The poles had a snare at the end which was currently wrapped around a walkers neck. What the hell is Rick thinking? This isn't solving any of our problems. It's causing more problems.

I stopped behind Daryl while cradling Edmund to my chest. I was trying to shield him from all the shouting going on. From behind me, I noticed that Carol had stopped walking and was holding her hands to her chest.

"What the hell are you doing?" Shane roared in Rick's direction.

With the same amount of force, rick yelled back, "Shane, just back off!" Shane had begun to circle around the two men. His muscles were still stiff and a few veins in his neck were protruding outwards.

"Why do your people have guns?" Poor Hershel hadn't caught on.

"Are you Kiddin' me? You see? You see what they're holdin' onto?"

"I see who I'm holding onto!" Hershel had begun to raise his voice.

"Nah, man, you don't!"

Rick was struggling to calm down his best friend. "Shane, just let us do this and then we can talk," Rick looked conflicted. He couldn't let go of the pole but his words didn't seem to be making an effect on Shane.

"What you want ta talk about, Rick? These things ain't sick! They're not people. They're dead. Ain't gonna feel nothin' for them 'cause all they do, they kill!" As Shane talked, he stalked around Hershel and Rick. It was as if he was a vulture circling his prey, "These things right here, they're the things that killed Amy! They killed Otis! They're gonna kill all of us-"

"Shane, shut up!" Rick still had a grip on the snare pole but looked to be seriously considering letting go to prevent Shane from causing more bad than good.

"Hey, Hershel man, let me ask you something. Can a living breathing person, could they walk away from something like this?" Shane shoots three rounds into the walker

"No!" Rick shouts out.

With the impact of the bullets, Hershel seemed to be a little shocked. His face was blank. Maggie had stumbled away from the walker too afraid of getting accidentally shot.

Those who carried guns, had them trained on the walkers. The others, though, were tense. With wide eyes, they, including me, watched on.

"Stop it!" Rick was helpless. This was his third attempt at trying to stop Shane without getting physical.