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Chapter Nine

 

 

God, I loved watching him with no shirt…it had been awhile since I had seen anything so tempting.  In fact, I don’t think I’d seen Shane shirtless since before he graduated from the Academy.  As my eyes raked over the taught muscles of his arms, stomach and chest…I finally saw why. 

“Oh my God, Shane!”  I nearly yelled as I jumped from the cot and over to where he was pulling a pair of cargo pants up his thick legs. 

He stopped what he was doing, not bothering to button his pants as I fingered the beautiful lettering that decorated his left peck, right over his heart. 

“When did you get this?”  I asked, surprised to see Lil’ Bird immortalized forever on his skin. 

 

~Carl Grimes~

“Are you and Uncle Shane gonna get married now?”  Carl asked suddenly, causing all of us to look at him with wide eyed stares. 

“Why would you ask that?”  I asked, still choking around my coffee that had slid down the wrong pipe at Carl’s crazy question. 

“Well,” he started, playing with the hem of his jeans, not looking anyone in the eye—which meant he wasn’t sure if he should say what he was about to or not.  “I saw Uncle Shane on top of you and you were kissing…

 

Chapter Ten

 

The sight that met us when we crested the ridge was one I was sure I’d never forget.  A walker in a blue suit…bloody and missing part of its face was greedily chewing up the intestines of a small deer. 

“Oh God,” I groaned, feeling the bile rising up in my throat as the smell hit me.  God, it was so disgusting. 

 

“’Sup, Birdie,” He said politely with a terse nod. 

Ricky had humor shinning in his blue eyes as he regarded Shane when he pulled me back against his chest and glared at Dixon.  Like I said, he was a caveman.