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Shane still carries the weight of that day he left his kid, a memory that never fails to tear at his heart, no matter how many years have passed. After the attempt on Rick’s life and being stabbed in return, he was left in that cold field, presumed dead when, in truth, he was clinging to life—barely. It became painfully clear that he struggled to work with others, so he chose to stay away from the group, who were fleeing as the farm fell to the relentless tide of walkers.

Now, years later, Shane has carved out a sanctuary in an isolated cabin nestled deep within the woods. It’s a tranquil haven, where the relentless march of walkers rarely intrudes. Yet, the only thing that truly eludes him is the sound of his kid’s laughter, the way their radiant smile could illuminate even the darkest corners of his heart. All that remains to light the room now is the flickering glow of firewood, casting shadows that whisper of what once was.

Except today, a rustling noise in the woods piques his curiosity. With caution, he positions himself beside the window, binoculars in hand, scanning the underbrush for the source of the crunching leaves. After a moment of tense anticipation, a person—clearly a teenager—comes into view, and Shane’s heart freezes, his breath catching in his throat as he slowly lowers the binoculars, the weight of realisation settling heavily in the air.

It’s you… his little one.