The End (#11)

Daryl drove us across the field, determined to get us away from the farm. My leg was throbbing in a massive amount of pain and I clutched it so hard I was beginning to lose feeling in my arms as well. The pain was sharp, like a knife cutting into my flesh. A sharp… knife…

SHANE!

“Stop the car!!!” I suddenly shouted, scaring the shit out of everyone. “Turn it around! We need to go back! We need to get Shane!”

“What?!” Daryl gave me a look of disbelief. “No, there's no way we’re goin’ back there, Lin! You wanna get yerself killed?!”

“If that’s what it takes to get back to him, then yes.” I stared defiantly into his eyes, trying to get the point across that we had to go back.

“Lin… you know where Shane is?” Lori’s small voice crept up my spine.

I shivered and twisted as far as I could to face the back and said only one word. “Yes.” My voice was dark and menacing. I didn’t want her there; I didn’t want her to be with Shane ever again.

“Daryl, listen to her. We… we have to go back if she knows where he is.” Lori sniffled and sat up. “Please.” She practically cried.

Daryl gritted his teeth and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel as tight as he could.

“Fine.” He spat and spun the wheel, causing all of us to shift to the left. My broken leg struck T-Dog’s right and I yelped, clutching it even tighter.

“Sorry…” he said quickly, even thought it wasn’t his fault.

The Georgian man that was driving the car, the one I had called my friend, wouldn't look at me the rest of the way back to the field where Rick had murdered Shane. I directed him towards the scene I had witnessed. It took a while, but I finally saw him lying in the grass, exactly where we’d left him.

As I wobbled out of the car, hopping on one leg to him, I heard Carl whimpering; I’d forgotten he had been there. I’d forgotten he was the one that saved me from Walker Shane. I’d forgotten that he’d seen him as a father figure and that he had also witnessed his own father kill him. My sympathy went out to him but not to his mother, when I heard both of them start to cry again.

I ignored Daryl’s offer to help me and ended up falling to my knees, crawling to Shane’s side. I took his hand in mine. It was freezing and dry; even in the humid summer night. I brought his hand up to my lips and kissed it.

“I told you,” I whispered, tears forming in my eyes, “I told you I’d come back for you.”



Thank you so much for reading my Walking Dead Choose Your Own Adventure story! I hope you were happy with the choices you made, and if you’re not then feel free to go back and make some changes! There are 12 endings in all but only one path to get to the “To Be Continued…” ;)

~Alina Renee