Even though I loved Shane, I knew I didn’t want to die this way. I kicked and tried to shake him loose but he had a tight grip around my ankle. His mouth was wide open as he lunged towards my leg, but I maneuvered a quick kick to the head with my other foot and it knocked him backwards. He still had a hold of my ankle and wouldn’t let go, so I screamed at Rick for help. He turned around and seeing what Shane had become; rushed over to me, grabbing my arms and almost pulling them out of their sockets. Shane’s grip loosened so I kicked one more time, separating myself from his dangerous new being.
A loud bang cracked through the thick Georgian air. Shane fell back over, and both Rick and I looked behind us. Carl stood there with a gun grasped in both of his small hands. He had a look of terror in his eyes as his mouth hung open at what he’d just done.
Now knowing that Shane was definitely dead this time, I shook away from Rick's grasp and crawled back to his body. His eyes were shut and a hole the size of a dime was in the middle of his forehead. I bent over him and cried, not knowing what else to do. I couldn’t bring him back no matter what I did. He was dead.
Rick had gone over to his son to talk but I couldn’t hear what he was saying; a terrifying noise crept out from the trees in front of us. Moaning, by what sounded like at least a hundred walkers, possibly more. I looked up from Shane’s body and saw something moving near the woods. There they were, emerging from the darkness heading our way.
“Oh shit…” I muttered.
“Lin… come on! We have to go, now!” Rick had heard the noise too and called out to me. But I was hesitant to go. Did I want to…
Leave Shane
Stay With Him
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