#Shane: The Return of Shane

By The Walking Dead: Negative

Before Shane makes it to Alexandria he's got to survive this....

Shane barely survived the events of Hershel's farm before he found himself in the center of another hurricane. Luckily for Shane, he was discovered by two mysterious paramilitary fighters with an arsenal of weaponry and an armored vehicle to hide in. But Shane's heart is luring him back to the farm. He needs closure before he can finally move on.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329664128

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Shane survives and this is why...

Chapter 1: Worst Demons

Every cell in Rick's body implored Shane to turn around, to end this madness. But that wasn't Shane's style – there is no back down in Shane. Besides, both men had come too far at this point. The two men were alone, hidden by shadows in the outskirts of the farm to conceal this dark deed. Shane's eyes shot daggers before aiming his pistol.

Raise your gun, he spat at Rick with anger coating each syllable.

This is how it ends, huh, friend? Rick thought to himself.You're gonna have to kill an unarmed man, warned Rick.

Rick was still playing to the last strand of humanity left in Shane. Rick could not accept that Shane had betrayed their friendship to this degree. Rick endorsed the delusion that under all this envy and hate, his brother was still there.

Nothing has happened here and we can walk back to the farm, together. Rick was all but begging, but it wasn't his life he was begging for. He wanted Shane to wake up from his psychotic break. He wanted to put all the bullshit behind them. He wanted his best friend back. He extends his gun to Shane, Back to Lori, back to Carl. Put this all behind us.

Shane kept his weapon aimed at Rick, his finger tightly on the trigger. Shane kept his dark eyes on Rick's Baby Blues as his finger tips touched the handle of Rick's revolver. Many thoughts darted across Shane's mind, the first reluctance.

Even though Rick was giving him his gun, he knew he couldn't just walk back to the farm. That was such a Rick solution, wasn't it? Shane rejected Rick's approach to this new world. He was going to get them all killed, Shane was sure of it.

But Shane couldn't just shoot Rick in cold blood, he learned that from Dale. Shane knew he would have to shed blood. He just didn't anticipate shedding as much as he did.

Why didn't he just fucking shoot me, the chicken shit! Shane thought. Just shoot me.

Shane felt the icy steel slice through his ribcage entering his left lung. His right hand tightened, discharging his weapon into the air. Shane's breath escaped from his body and his knees began to buckle almost instantly.

Shane never thought that Rick would take him out this close. As the blade entered Rick forced Shane close to his in a faint embrace. A deadly embrace. God damn you for making me do this, Shane. He felt the heat of Shane's skin next to his face as his friend gasped for air. He felt him dying in his arms. How did they get here?

This was you! Not me! You did this to us! Rick shouted as he removed the blade from his friend.

Blood flooded Shane's lung, choking the life out of the 35 year old man. The darkness of Shane's eyes remain locked on Rick. You did it, Rick,Shane wanted to say but the words could swim through the thick blood pooling in his throat. Shane's body goes into a slight convulsion before he passes out from blood loss.

Only moments go by as Rick sits with what he believes is Shane's corpse, waiting for the inevitable. Rick knew they all rise, any person, no matter how they die comes back. He could finish this ordeal right this second. Shane's form laid on the wet grass, blood coating his face. Rick knew what he had to do but he just couldn't bring himself to stab his friend a second time. I could barely do it once, Rick thought. When he changes, I'll end it.

Moments later Rick catches a glimpse of Carl on his left side. Carl quickly through his shallow tears aims his gun. Rick notices his son's fear and confusion at the sight of Shane's lifeless body. Rick turns to the boy and attempts to calm his shaken son.

In this moment Shane regained consciousness, his eyes fluttered with life. His ears filled with Rick's voice pleading and crying. Who ya praying to, Rick, Shane thought. Whoever he is, I hope it wasn't that asshole who told you stabbing me would be enough to kill me. Shane's body rocked by the blood loss, but adrenaline forced him to life. If Rick wanted to sneak people like a yellow coward mongrel, he was going to have to work for his bone.

Shane had enough strength to rise. He was unsteady on his feet and still somewhat strangled by the blood deposited in his lungs, Shane wobbles towards Rick.

It's not what it seems, Rick pleads right as Carl fired at Shane. The bullet grazes the right side of his skull but effectively knocking Shane out once again. Rick had had his fill of horror for this night. In the morning, Rick, Daryl, and T-Dog would come collect Shane's body and give him a proper burial. But that wouldn't be today.

Carl would go on to say he saw Shane rise and he put him down. And he was wrong on both accounts. The truth was simply, he was just a boy with a bad shot.

Rick took his sons hand and leads him back to Hershel's farm. It was over, just what he wanted all along. He just wanted to lay with Lori and have her in his arms. What Rick didn't know, there was a small army of Walkers approaching the farm.

Shane could feel a ringing bouncing around in his skull. When would the ring in his ear fucking cease?! Through the ringing he could hear the squeak of fingers sliding off his leather boots. The dew and mist made gripping his foot quite the challenge for the hungry walker. The darkness of the night obscured the Walker chewing at his right boot. Shane's brain was too scrambled to focus on the one walker let alone the small herd of Walkers descending upon the farm.

Fuck! he exclaimed, he mustered as much of adrenaline he could to kick the rotting Walker in the face. The force of the kick coupled with the level of rot, sent the walker's head flying. Shane attempted to rise to his feet but his knees failed him and he was back on the ground. Shane fell face first in the slick grassy earth; he could see the shimmering steel of his pistol. The light of the moon highlighted his weapon.

On… your… feet… sunshine. Shane winced as he grabbed the weapon. Fight or die he thought as two female walkers attempted to maul him. One walker's abdomen was all but open as organs poked through thin parallel scratches across it's stomach. The organs were wet and coagulated; she most likely died within the last 24 hours.

Shane smashed the walker in the face with his pistol and punched out the other. Shane's second thought was to fire his weapon, but he stopped himself.

They'll hear me. Shane wasn't just talking about the walkers. Shane began to stumble away, but then stopped himself. He noticed he still had a large hunting knife on his waist. With that very knife, he ended the two walkers.

Shane began to march towards the barn, he had unfinished business with Rick. Shane didn't realize how much he loss but the adrenaline fooled him in to believing he was superman. He fantasized about showing up the barn like Jack Nicholson in The Shining. He was going to shoot Rick right in the face.

But then he would probably have to shoot Dixon too. And hell, maybe even T Dogg. And that's when Shane realized, he couldn't go back to the farm. Carl shot him, for Pete's sake. Even if Shane returned and murdered Rick, that wouldn't make Lori or Carl love him. As smart as Shane was, this fact took him quite a while to realize.

Shane looked into the darkness of the forest towards the farm. He knew he couldn't go back. Rick truly did win. Now what? Shane turned around and looked out into the horizon and that's when he saw them.

Oh my god. Shane said absorbing the magnitude of his situation.

What appeared to be 30-50 walkers descending upon him. Shane took a few steps backwards, taking in a deep breath. Who did I piss off today? Shane asked rhetorically. Fucking, Rick Shane cursed. Then he remembered something Rick told him, when Rick was stuck at the mall with Glen and Andrea. He covered himself with the viscera of the dead and was able to all but glide pass the walkers without much resistance.

A golden light bulb sparked on in Shane concussion riddled brain. Shane kneeled and covered himself with as many organs and bodily fluids as he could as the walker army marched towards the farm. Shane knew he was too weak to fight them all, he couldn't run back to the farm, and he wasn't going to die.

His philosophy was both Rick and Carl couldn't get the job done, so he took that as it wasn't his time. I ain't dying tonight, shit brains. Shane covered his face and his clothes with the rotted flesh, he held his breath as the stench choked the life out of him. If these son's of bitches don't eat me , the smell will kill me.

Shane covered himself with as much as he could before realizing that the army of undead was only yards away from him. After covering himself as much as he could he covered his body with the corpse of the walker. Shane was careful not to mix the walker's blood with his cut. Shane held his breath, shutting his eyes tightly, waiting for the dead to tear his flesh from his bones.

But they didn't.

They merely walked right by.

Shane was careful with his movements; he played dead as the small herd marched to the farm. Shane listened to the earth; he waited until he heard no more foot steps before pushing the corpse off of him.

When he rose, he noticed a few stragglers behind the herd. Shane slowed his movements to mimic theirs and carefully navigated between the Dead. He didn't want to move too fast and get caught. Besides, between the concussion and blood loss; he impersonated the walkers movement to a tee. Shane could hear the explosion of weapon fire from the direction of the farm. Pop! Pop! Pop! Shane didn't know who was firing, but he didn't care anymore.

They were on their own, just like him.

 While struggling to survive Rick and Carl's attack, Shane is in a need of a new group. And he finds one.

Chapter 2 Keeping Your Friends Close

Shane didn't know how long he walked, but he could see the sunlight begin to creep up from the earth. Brilliant orange light turned the dark night sky to a beautiful dawn. Shane found a road and started heading east; he knew that much as he was walking towards the rising sun. Shane scanned the road, not only for walkers but for supplies.

Shane slowed his limping pace and rested on a tree. He needed to catch his breath, his tank was beyond empty and his body was beginning to fail him. I just need 2 minutes. The large oak was only feet from the road, as soon as Shane caught a quick rest he would continue his walk.

UUHHHHHHHHH! moaned the Walker as attempted to grab Shane. Shane managed to side step the Walker but then noticed that there was another Walker and another, and another…

He was surrounded.

It only takes a moment – and then they're everywhere.

Fuck it. He declared before raising his weapon and began to fire.

Phillip was awoken by the sound of gun fire in the distance; he sat up sharply in the roomy military styled SUV. What in the bloody-hell was that? He noticed Austin was still sleeping, his soft plump lips pouted as he slept peacefully. Phillip knew how acute Austin's hearing was and if there were gunfire, Austin would have already had his assault rifle in his hand. I must have imagined it. Phillip said aloud.

Phillip already had slight PTSD prior to the world going to shit. So he attributed the random gunfire to a nightmare that was of course until he heard two other shots. Ok, definitely didn't imagine that.

Phillip quickly retrieves his utility belt which held his two large bowie knives. Phillip immediately darted outside the vehicle towards the gun fire. The 5'9 man with dark olive skin was quick and limber beyond most people. He heard another shot and his head snapped to the right. Phillip ran through the shrubby forest, leaping over rocks, roots, and other barriers. There he discovered a bloodied Shane. Shane's back was against an oak as he fired, rather poorly at the nine walkers lurking towards him.

Phillip sharply whistled with great pinch and forte. A few of the walkers turn around, distracted by Phillips appearance.

Phillip removed his two dark gray berettas from his waist holsters and fired bullet after bullet. Each bullet connected with the Walker's brains with ease