It was another blazing hot afternoon and the group was trying their best to cool off. Rick and Lori hadn’t left the house because Carl was still recovering from surgery. The rest of us, however, were either in the shade of the trees, or lounging around the house, trying to catch a cool breeze from inside.
Glenn, Daryl, and Shane had just gotten back from searching for Sophia. Unfortunately they hadn’t found her. I saw them from the house porch and watched a distressed Carol rush into the RV with her hands over her face. My heart went out to her and the ones who knew Sophia.
I was about to go inside to check on Carl when I saw two people veer off from the corner of my eye. I squinted as the pair went by the barn. It looked like Shane and Andrea. My hands curled into fists as I watched them disappear from view. What were they up to?
There was only one way to find out. I skipped down the stairs and followed them. Andrea and Shane were standing near a fence lined with bottles. They were setting them up as they talked. Eventually they went back near the house and I saw Andrea load a magazine into her pistol.
Shane pointed at the gun, showing her how to turn the safety off (which I found to be total bull; she was perfectly capable of figuring it out herself). He then stepped back as she aimed and fired. It missed and hit the fence instead.
Shane then came up behind her, put his hands on hers to “help” her aim better. My teeth clenched together so hard I swear I felt a tooth crack. But the thing that made me practically explode was when he slowly put his hand in between her legs to spread them apart.
“Whataya think you’re doin’?” I startled Shane so that he let go of Andrea and looked at me. “Shooting out here? You think that’s the best idea? You wantin’ the walkers to come find us?” I acted as if I hadn’t seen them together. That caused Shane to let out his breath before speaking,
“Nah, just thought she needed some trainin’ is all.” He crossed his arms behind his back and looked straight at me.
“I don’t think this is the best place to do that.” I said matter-of-factly.
I glanced at Andrea. She was having an intense staring contest with one of the bottles across the field.
“You suggest another place and we’ll go.” He replied.
“The town. You can get some real movin’ targets there.”
“Fine.” Shane uncrossed his arms and walked back to camp.
I didn’t look at him until he passed behind me. When I turned around, I saw him rubbing his bald head, muttering something to himself.
I rolled my eyes then went back to look at Andrea. I never really had a reason to dislike her, except for the fact that she already hated me. I had always done my best to try to make her like me, but now I was done being nice to her.
“Keep your hands off of him.” I growled in a tone I didn’t recognize.
“Oh please,” she broke her gaze away from the bottles to glare at me, “As if you even have a chance with him.”
My face turned red, “He used to be my boyfriend.”
“’used to be’” she repeated, “My point exactly.”
“Listen!” I marched up to her, “I had no clue why you treated me like shit before you even knew me, but now I couldn’t care less. You stay away from him or I’ll make you.”
She continued to glare at me; however she did not say a word. Instead, she turned her back and continued to fire at the bottles.
“It’s your funeral.” I muttered, as I treaded back into the house.
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