𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

          𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏, she heard growling. She had a strong aching pain in her head. Her eyes were blurry and everything was spinning. She felt a warm, sticky liquid dripping down her face. Her hand went to the right side of her face, touching a spot. She was bruised and cut. She looked down at her fingers, seeing a crimson-red liquid on her fingers.

Everything came back to her. Shane killing Randall. Then finding her...then nearly killing her. Tears welled up in her eyes, remembering it all.

But, she couldn't focus on that because she heard a walker growling behind her. She flipped onto her back, grabbing her knife from her front pocket.

She scrambled onto her feet, feeling lightheaded as she stumbled away. She flicked her knife, letting the blade out. She held it out in front of her, blinking the tears away.

It came toward her, one arm outstretched her way. She moved away from its arm, her knife going into its stomach. It hunched over slightly, and that's when its head went to her level. She let it go right through the top, letting blood squirt everywhere. She pulled it out, letting the walker fall. She stumbled away from it, taking deep breaths as it lay at her feet.

Then she felt sick. Really, really sick. She turned the other way, feeling herself starting to throw up. She hunched over, her hands going on her knees and she began to throw up.

Tears left her eyes, and she sniffled once she finished, standing up straight. She looked around, seeing no one. There was that dead walker...and her. She wiped her knife against her jeans before putting it into her pocket.

She took out her gun, her breathing heavy and almost labored. She fumbled with it for a moment, turning the safety off and cocking it.

Then she started moving...hopefully back toward the farm. She didn't know where she was going or anything.

She wiped her bloody face again, tears freely falling. She let out a sob, her body shaking.

Uncle Shane tried to kill me.
Uncle Shane wants me dead.

She let out a whimper in pain, wiping her face off her shirt.

She started to walk up a hill, it felt familiar. Like it was near the farm or something, maybe near flat land. She didn't know where to go, but...she needed somewhere to go. Somewhere to stay through the night.

She heard a laugh, and her eyebrows furrowed together. She went toward the laugh, halfway up the hill. "We tried to kill each other, man. What do you think we just gonna forget about it all? We gonna ride off into the sunset together?"

Shane.

Of course it was Shane.

She didn't know who he was talking to, but, she could hear his voice. "You're gonna kill me in cold blood? Screw my wife? Have my children, my children call you daddy? Is that what you want?" She heard Rick, making her feel relief of some sort, maybe even happiness. "That life won't be worth a damn. I know you. You won't be able to live with this." He told him. Shane let his gun go to his side.

"What you know about what I can live with? You got no idea what I can live with, what I live with! You wanna talk about what I can do, Rick? How about what you can do? Here I am!" He put his gun away and raised his hands, panting. "Come on, man. Raise your gun." He egged Rick on, wanting him to get mad. Wanting him to raise his gun and take a shot.

"No. No, I will not." He refused, making Casey confused.

He's trying to kill you. He tried to kill me.

Kill him.

Those weren't thoughts that should be going through an eight-year-old's head...

"What happened Rick? I thought you weren't the good guy anymore. Ain't that what you said? Even right here, right now, you ain't gonna fight for 'em? I'm a better father than you, Rick! I'm better for Lori than you, man! It's cause I'm a better man than you, Rick. 'Cause I can be here and I'll fight for it. But you come back here and you just destroy anything!" Shane screamed at him. Casey squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath. "You got a broken woman. You got a weak boy. You got a little girl that you can't protect! Tell me, Rick. Where is she right now, huh? Where is she? She ain't with Lori, she ain't with you-"

Rick stared at him, it was more like a glare. Shane chuckled, a smirk growing on his face as he looked at the livid man. "Shane, I swear to God if you hurt her-" He started to yell at him, his voice almost growling in anger.

"She's too much like you, Rick. Too much like you, man." He laughed, Rick was seething at this point. "It's gonna get her into t- it got her into trouble!" He yelled.

He could see it in his face. He saw it in Casey in the woods.

They had that same god damn look.

That same furious expression. The look in their eyes were identical. And to be honest, it humored Shane seeing the similarity.

Shane took out his gun, pointing it at his best friend. "Raise your gun." He commanded.

"You're gonna have to kill an unarmed man." Casey went wide-eyed. No. He can't do this. He can't give up like that. Why wasn't he fighting? Why was he proving Shane right.

Raise your gun, Daddy. Raise your fucking gun.

Rick's arms went out to his sides, Casey shook her head and started to walk up the mountain, raising her gun. Rick saw her come into vision and he swallowed. He felt relief, but he didn't show it. "Watch my hand. Nice and easy." He was looking behind Shane the entire time, silently communicating with his daughter. "Easy does it." He whispered, giving a firm nod. He held out his gun, not pointing it at him, but giving it to the man.

Casey took a deep breath.

"Now listen to me, Shane. There is still a way back from this. Nothing has happened here. We're gonna lay down our guns and we're gonna walk back to the farm together. Back to Lori. Back to Carl. Back to-" He stopped himself before continuing. Shane stepped closer. "Put this all behind us." He glanced at Casey, nodding his head at her.

She knew what he wanted her to do...And she knew what she had to do.

Shane was a threat.
Eliminate the threat.

Rick knew it was a lot to ask, and if she couldn't do it he wouldn't be angry. But if she could, if she could it would make this whole thing a hell of a lot easier.

"I just left your daughter for dead, and you're gonna let me come back there, huh? Huh, Rick?" Casey bit down on her lip. She heard a click from Shane's gun, indicating that he could pull the trigger now that he cocked it.

Right then and there was when she pulled the trigger on her gun. A loud bang pierced the air, making Shane turn his back. He saw Casey standing there, gun in hand, a bullet flying toward him.

She hit him right between his ribs. He turned forward, right into the arms of Rick. Tears fell from her eyes as she hunched over, dropping her gun on the ground. She let out a sob as she heard Shane start to struggle.

Rick let him get to the ground, and he knelt on top of him.

"Damn you for makin' me do this, Shane. For makin' her do this. This was you, not me! You did this to us! This was you, not me! Not me!" He stood up as Shane tried to grab his shirt, not wanting the light to leave his eyes just yet.

He wanted to stay. He did. He needed to stay.

It was ironic how the grown man held a gun to a little girl's head in the woods, but he couldn't pull the trigger. But when that little girl came back...she pulled the trigger. She killed him. She did a job that he couldn't do.

Then, his arms dropped to his sides. He let out one last breath, one last struggle.

Then he was gone...

He let out a sob, looking at his daughter. She picked up her gun and walked over to him. Rick dropped to his knees, to her level to get a view of her face.

There was a large scratch through her cheekbone, and a bruise forming around it. Her lip had a cut going through it. Her face was a bloodied mess, and her eyes were red rimmed and filled with tears.

His hands went to her bloody and teary face, wiping both blood and tears from her face. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry-" She gasped, sobbing. He shook his head. This wasn't her fault. She saved Rick's life. She did something so hard, yet so courageous.

"Casey, look at me. Look at me." She looked at him, her body racked with sobs. She tried to stop herself from crying because that was for babies, but she couldn't. She couldn't help but think herself in a way she never thought possible. "You did what I needed you to do. You saved my life, you hear me? You hear me right now?" He asked, she nodded her head, tears still flying down her face.

He looked at her seriously, looking at Shane then back up at her. "You can't tell anyone, okay? This was me, it was all me. I killed Shane, okay?" He tried to get her to lie. He didn't want anyone to know this, especially not Lori.

Nobody could know that this little girl just killed a man...

"Daddy-"

"No." He firmly said, shaking his head. "Nobody can know. If anyone asks how he died, you say it was me. I shot him. Okay? Ya know what, you say he was bit. He was bit, Casey. Promise me you'll say that, Casey! Promise me!" She looked away from him, right past him.

Now she saw Carl.

She stepped back.

No, no, no, no.

Carl knows. Carl now knew that she killed Shane. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. But if he was there long enough, then he knew.

Carl's eyes were brimmed with tears as he saw Shane's body on the ground. Casey looked over, stepping away from Rick.

"Dad?" He asked, his voice shaky.

Rick turned around, his hand guiding Casey away from Shane. "Carl, you should be back home with mom." He raised his gun, sending a shock wave through Casey. Casey shoved her gun into her waistband, her hand running through her curly hair.

No. No. No.

"Just- Just put- Just put the gun down." Rick stammered, Carl had tears flowing down his face at this point. Casey was scared. Scared that her own brother was gonna kill her. "It's not what it seems, just please-"

His gun went off. But, it wasn't at the father and daughter.

It was behind them.

It was Shane. He'd turned.

But how?

He hit Shane right in the head, his body dropping to the ground.

Casey turned around, not knowing what happened. How did Shane turn...

He wasn't bitten.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎?" Casey, Rick, and Carl were all walking back as Casey tried to think about how Shane had gotten bitten. Was it after she passed out? Or before? She couldn't recall when he was bitten.

Casey was staring at the ground ahead of her, Rick's hand on her back, guiding her forward. Carl asked the question to Rick, who shook his head no. "No." He firmly said.

"Shane was."

"That wasn't Shane. You know that." He looked down at his son.

"Used to be." It was silent after Carl said that. He looked up at Rick again, a questioning look on his face. "What happened? Were you guys attacked? I mean- I heard a gunshot, but I didn't see any walkers nearby. And what happened to Casey? Why is she all bloody?" Casey didn't answer. "And why were you telling her to say that you shot..." Carl trailed off, a puzzling look on his face.

Casey looked down, guilt-stricken. I killed Uncle Shane.

Rick looked down at him, stopping in his tracks. He was gonna explain something, anything. Maybe lie. Carl knew too much.

"Did she-"

There was a loud growling behind them. Before Carl could ask anything, they all looked behind them.

There were walkers...everywhere.

They went sprinting away, toward the farm where there were more walkers. "We-We gotta get to the house, tell the others," Carl whispered urgently.

"We'll never get through that," Rick whispered back. "Can't go around. Carl, Casey, stay close. Go!" They went sprinting toward the barn, Rick closing the doors behind them and putting a broom through the handle.

There was a large herd that came behind them, slamming up against the doors. They banged and scratched at the door, all of them growling as they did.

Rick tried to come up with an idea as his two kids stood in there with him. He looked around the barn, looking for some type of idea.

And that's when he got it. He saw three things of gasoline, and he quickly ran toward them, picking up two for the kids. He handed them to the two and grabbed his own.

The three started pouring gasoline all over the place, the smell overwhelming their senses. "Alright, quick, quick, quick." Rick rushed, and Casey spilled it all over the floor, her movements quick, just like Carl and Rick.

"Oh shit," He whispered, grabbing a lighter. "Up there, hurry-"

"What about you?" Carl asked, not wanting Rick to be alone with the walkers.

After doing that, Rick handed Carl a lighter. "I'll be right there. Drop the lighter when I say. Well stop some of them from reaching the house and distract the others, so at least we'll have a chance. Hey, hey, hey, look at me. You can do this. Carl, Casey...I love you." He told him, his hand on his shoulder. He looked at Casey, nodding his head. "Alright, go, go, go." He ushered them toward the ladder so they could get to the top.

The two climbed up the ladder, Carl first then Casey. Rick went to the door, moving the broom from the handle.

"Hey! Hey! You want some?" He asked, the walkers opening the doors and pushing in. "Come and get it! Come on! Come on!" They all went after them as Rick went inside, and then he went up the ladder, egging them on. They stood at the top, waiting for Rick's signal.

"Carl, now!"

Carl dropped the lighter, and flames went everywhere, all the walkers beginning to burn. Rick took out his gun, and Casey looked at him.

She took out hers as well, her hand beginning to shake as she did. You killed Uncle Shane with this.

Killer
Killer
Killer
Killer
Killer

Rick guided the kids away, stepping back toward the gable. He started to shoot at some of them, at least one or two.

Then the RV came into sight.

He called it over. "Hey over here! Right here! Come on!" He screamed toward the person driving it. Casey put her gun into her waistband. Rick hopped onto the RV's roof from there. He grabbed Casey, picking get up and pulling her on. Then doing the exact same thing with Carl.

Rick climbed down the ladder of the RV, shooting walkers on his way. The two waited for him to call them down, and when they did, Carl climbed quickly and carefully. Casey then does the same thing as him. Rick shot walkers on the way.

They went to the front of the RV, hearing screaming and crying.

Then blood splattered on the windows.

Okay, so the RV wasn't a good idea then...

They ran toward the front of the house, seeing Hershel there, firing a rifle. Well, he was before he took the time to fill it with ammo. A walker was coming up behind him, Casey was quick to take out her gun, and her finger shook over the trigger. Before she shoots anything, Rick does it for her.

He walked up to Hershel, a worried look on his face. "Where's Lori? Did you see Lori?" He questioned.

"I don't know what happened, Rick. They just kept coming. It's like a plague! They're everywhere!" He exclaimed. Rick didn't care about that. He knew there was a herd. He was worried about his wife, the mother of his children. "Lori! Did you see her?"

"No," Hershel said.

"We have to go. Find mom and the others."

Rick had to practically drag Hershel to the car.

Finally, Hershel gave up and got inside. Casey got in the front, resting her head back as Rick began to speed off with Carl and Hershel in the back.

She blinked her tears away, finally starting to function everything that happened to her...

I'm a killer.
I'm a bad person.
Mom's gonna hate me.
Carl's gonna hate me.
Everyone's gonna hate me.

Rick's hand went to the back of her head, his fingers rubbing there, stroking through her hair, seeing the look on her bloodied face.

It was just then he realized Casey was no longer a little kid. She was no longer a sweet little girl. No longer an innocent little kid.

Her head went into her hands, tears falling down her face. Her hands go into her hair, she wanted to just pull it out of her head because of everything going on. She felt sick, and her head was hurting, and she was sad, angry, sick, but one thought went to rough her brain.

I killed Uncle Shane.

                       𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A/N:
i don't like this chapter but i just wanted to get it posted