A/N: Hello Readers! Thank you all so much for coming back and I loved, LOVED your comments on the last chapter. I really had a great time trying my best to redeem Shane. I brought some of you over to Shane's side. For the others… I got you at least to think about it and that's good enough for me :)

Well, this is it. The last chapter and I really hope you enjoy and leave your thoughts.

Thanks again for making this a joyful time for me.

Yelle

Chapter 10

What Tha…

Woodbury…

It was still dark in Woodbury and before the dawn when the survivors from the prison split up and went on separate missions. Glenn, Maggie, and Tyrese were to release Tara and Karen from the office. Daryl, Rosita, and Merle left to search for the munitions building.

Michonne, Rick, Sasha, and Shane, followed Tara's map bringing them to a large apartment house on the far side of the community. It was left unguarded and they easily slipped inside.

With the door closed shut behind them, Michonne told them, "Tara said he keeps all his important and prized possessions on the second floor." Sasha and Michonne took the lead. Right at the top of the stairs was a door. On the landing, Shane and Rick, with their Glocks, stood on either side while Michonne slowly turned the knob and opened it slightly. All waiting to hear if someone were inside.

When there was no alert, she opened it further and discovered a luxurious apartment with wood paneling, light beige walls, wide-open windows, and pale carpeting. The main room was an open space that included a sitting room spreading into a very modern kitchen. A marble island surround by expensive-looking stools separated the two areas.

Shane made sure the door was locked and secure from anyone busting in while they looked around.

Further back were several doors and the group needed to find out what they contained. Before doing any deep searching of the front area, they needed to check the rooms for any unwanted intruders before going any further. The first door they came to was a large bathroom and the second was his bedroom.

It was people free, so they moved on.

The third room seemed to be used as some sort of storage and on the other end was another door. After confirming the apartment was empty of enemies, they started digging through the many boxes, bins, and crates sitting on large, metal shelving units.

Michonne and Sasha began digging through the ones painted with the red symbol, The Rod of Asclepius. Inside, they found every sort of pain medication they would ever need: Morphine, codeine, hydrocodone, methadone, and ibuprofen.

They hit the jackpot when they also found several different kinds of antibiotics: Amoxicillin, penicillin, tetracycline, clindamycin, and doxycycline.

Both of their eyes lit up in excitement. "Hershel will be so happy to see these," Sasha exclaimed as she pulled around her backpack and began shoving in the pill bottles. Michonne followed suit while also gathering the hundreds of unopened packs of Ortho-Novum birth control pills. They had expired but she knew well most medications were still effective after their expiration date. (don't y'all follow this)

"We definitely could use these," she said as she stuffed more in her bag.

Sasha chuckled, "Who knew getting kidnapped would end with us robbing the asshole."

Their conversation was interrupted by Shane's loud cheer, "Oh, ho! Look what we got here." He was going through a medium-sized box and pulling out smaller, colorful ones.

Rick walked over and asked, "What we got?"

Shane practically buried his head down inside, digging deeper and throwing some out, "Where're the bigger ones? I can't do anything with this little shit."

As they continued to fill their bags, Michonne and Sash gave a puzzled look to each other.

Rick began helping to dig through the same box, "No good." He began reading what was on the small package and threw it on the ground. "I can't fit these." He tossed another one behind him and it landed near Michonne. She reached down and picked it up. Sasha grabbed a corner of the box and pulled it toward her to see what the big deal was.

She tsked and rolled her eyes, "I can't believe y'all."

He and Shane basically jumped for joy when they found what they were looking for.

Shane was grinning from ear to ear, "Now this is what I'm talkin' about!"

They were like two kids waking up on Christmas morning. The ladies just stared as Rick and Shane stuffed their own bags with boxes and boxes of brand new unopened packages of Trojan condoms.

Rick chuckled with glee as he found another box, "This one is all Magnums and they're ribbed!" He held it up for her to see.

Michonne, shaking her head, turned away from the giant grin on his face, "Oh, good lord." She asked Sasha, "This is what we're gonna get every time these two are together?" Sasha leaned to the side and looked around Michonne to find Rick and Shane doing a happy dance as they found more condoms in their size.

"Looks like it," she chuckled.

Shane sidled up to Sasha and grabbed her in a bear hug, showing her how many presents he got. Rick gave Michonne a peck on the cheek, "Yup, you get to see Frick and Frack in action. Working together as cops for so long, we tended to get a little…"

"Goofy?"

That's not how he thought of it, but he acquiesced, "Yeah, under tense situations, we tend to get a little goofy."

She wrapped her arms around his waist, "So where did Frick and Frack come from?"

"It's just a name given to us by our teachers in high school. You know, from always getting into trouble. If you found me, you'd find Shane and vice versa." He sighed as he settled more in her arms, "Sometimes, it's hard to believe we went through all that shit with Lori." That made them both think about what was going to happen when they got home.

They were brought out of their melancholy when Shane let go of Sasha and went looking through more boxes. "There's not much else in here except a bunch of vegetable oil. Why the fuck is he hoarding that?" No one had an answer so they packed more of what they could fit in their bags and went to explore what was behind door number two.

Shane cautiously opened and then stepped into the room where it's walls were covered with pitch-black stucco wallpaper. His mouth fell open, "I don't believe this shit."

Michonne and Sasha went in and came to a halt and stood on either side of Shane. Michonne's hand whipped up to her mouth in a gasp and Sasha quickly covered her eyes as she sputtered, "I think I'm gonna be sick."

Rick, behind them and keeping an eye out for anyone coming in, tried to see what was in front of them, "What? What is it?"

Shane's voice was quiet with disgust, "That Governor is one nasty sum' bitch." Rick made his way around Michonne and almost threw up from what he saw.

The large room could only be described as a BSDM dungeon from hell. In the middle of the dark painted space, sat a leather-bound St. Andrew's cross with silver spikes along its front edge line. Splashes of greenish-black goo were smeared all over it and its drippings were down on the floor, dirty flogging equipment sat in metal bins on the table beside it, but it wasn't just the cross that captured their main attention and disgust.

It was the several walking corpses chained to the far side of the wall. Two males and two females. The flesh tone color of their skin told them they hadn't been dead long. They were dressed in lingerie and speedos, their hands were covered with tight leather gloves and each of them wore masks similar to Hannibal Lecter from Silence of the Lambs. Rick assumed that it kept the walkers from biting whoever was into this shit.

They had been outfitted with different sized colored wigs. Long wavey hair in ash blonde and brunette for the females, and a red strawberry shortcut for the males.

The group inched closer.

Shane and Rick took in their state of dress, then to the cross and then over to the waist-high table with stirrups and then looked behind him and gestured at his bag, "Maybe we shouldn't keep these now."

Shane nodded his agreement.

Though her expression was full of disgust from what she was seeing, Michonne put out a hand and stopped Rick from emptying out his bag. "No, we need these and they are unopened and unused. Just because he's one sick bitch, doesn't make me want to throw away something that's vitally needed."

Sasha backed up Michonne's argument, "Besides, do you know how lucky we are to find 'Magnums'. Otherwise, y'all's dicks would have to choke."

Everyone turned to her and clamored, "Sasha!"

She shrugged, "What? It's true, little rubbers would squeeze their pee-pees to death."

Michonne chuckled, "Good lord, you're just like them." She pointed to Rick and Shane before moving toward the closest female walker, released her sword then stabbed it in the head.

Shane leaned over and whispered, "I'm glad you acknowledged I got a big dick." Sasha didn't say anything except pursed her lips and gave him a side-eye before walking over to the other female walker, dispatching it.

Shane protested, "Wait… what's that supposed mean?" When Sasha just laughed back at him, he went and ended the male undead while Rick finished off the other one.

When they were done, they turned and observed the room once more before leaving. Michonne flipped a box of fuck toys on the floor, "I hope Rosita found those explosives because I'm burning this place down."

Rick followed her out the room, "No need for that, Councillor. There's enough wood in this place, all we need is a match."

Shane chimed in, "When we're done searching, we'll have a big ole' bonfire."

They head out to the large sitting area where there were glass cases with items on display, "I better find my gun." Rick went searching while Shane went and stood by the door, guarding for intruders. The girls helped by opening the doors, pulling things out and throwing them on the floor.

They didn't have time to be inconspicuous.

Rick's Colt wasn't in any of the cases so he went searching over by large wooden desk. Sitting right there in the corner on a side table, Rick found his Colt Python resting in a brand new, leather holster.

He mumbled to himself, which was caught by Michonne as she sidled up to his right, "Nobody puts Baby in a corner." He picked up the belt and added it to his other utility belt. "And, I'm keepin' this, too." He swapped guns, placing his python in the right holster while moving the Glock to his left.

She put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry, I lost her."

Snaking a hand around her waist, he pulled her closer to give her a brief, soundless kiss, he wouldn't accept an apology from her, "This isn't your fault. That's on the Governor, Lori, Mike, and Randall. Come on, it's getting time to meet up with the rest of the group." He tapped her on the ass and head for the door.

Before they left, they found a box of matches and with the empty cardboard boxes from upstairs, they scattered them around and lit them on fire next to curtains on the first floor. Then they scrambled away and kept a close eye out for any of the Woodbury residents and made their way to the munitions building where everyone agreed to meet after accomplishing their missions.

When they got there, Rosita was carrying a new rifle, Daryl had been able to procure more arrows and Merle stocked up with several hand pistols, shotgun, and a military vest.

Rick asked them, "Have any problems?"

Daryl gave them a report, "Yeah, some chick surprised us when we were inside but Rosita took care of her. Apparently, they knew each other and had fought before. She ain't gone give us no more problems." He went on to brief them about the weapons of Woodbury, "These people were loaded with all kinds of weapons. We got what we needed and blocked off access from anyone else trying to get in. I checked and all the residents seem to be at that event. Rosita found smoke bombs and some TNT. I say we set them up around town and light 'em up to cause a distraction."

Rick agreed, "That's a good plan."

Tyrese and his group hadn't made it back yet and that made his sister worry.

Sasha spoke up, "I need to go get my brother." Shane stood by her side, nodding.

Rick also agreed, "I know and I won't stop you. You and Shane go and find them. The rest of us will start setting up the distraction. When you get them, come find us near the Woodbury people if we're not here."

Before they left on their new mission, Shane and Sasha filled up on ammunition from Woodbury's coffers and took off.

The rest began planting the explosives and smoke bombs. As they quietly crept around the community, Daryl lagged behind after they were placed and lit them up, one by one. They acted quickly and by the time they set the last one down, the first ones began to boom in the air and smoke began blanketing the area.

A limping Glenn came out of the smoke and scurried over to where Rick and Michonne were crouching. Gasping to catch his breath, he warned them, "We were able to rescue Tara and the other women, but we were caught leaving the building. I didn't want to, but Maggie made me leave and find you." He started back where he came from and gestured, "Come on, I know where they're being kept."

He gave a description of the small arena where the rest of the community gathered and having scouted the area beforehand, Merle was able to lead them quickly through the smog to the wide-open area in the back where all the residents and the Governor were holding their event.

When they got there, the place was in a panic. The guards that were protecting the walls had all been dispatched quickly and quietly by Daryl and Merle before without the Governor's knowledge. All he had to protect him now, were the few men that went to the event with him.

However, he knew intruders had invaded his community because, by the time Rick, Michonne, Daryl, Merle, and Rosita found him, he stood holding another sword with his men behind him. Sasha and Shane had tracked them to the arena after having no luck finding Tyrese. When they moved to stand next to Michonne and Rick, they didn't have to look any further.

On their knees in front of the Governor was Maggie, Tyrese, and two other women that Rick had never seen before.

The two groups faced off against each other:

Michonne gripping her sword, two-handed, in front of her.

Rick with his fingers twitching near the Colt's walnut grip.

Shane and Sasha pointing his shotgun and her sniper rifle down toward the ground with their fingers on the trigger.

Glenn, standing in profile, held his pistol in hand.

The rest of the fam held their weapons ready and waiting for anything to pop off.

All the Woodbury residents stopped running about screaming as the smoke started to clear around them. They all watched the showdown commence.

The crackling of the Governor's building on fire could be heard off in the distance and detonated explosions discharging every now and then.

Luckily for the prisoners, they all were unharmed and all of the guards were too busy being paranoid with the blasts happening around them to keep their guns pointed at them.

Standing at the Governor's side was Randall, darting a nervous glance between Michonne, Rick, Shane, and Sasha. There was no getting out of the mess he made this time.

The Governor shouted above the fray, "Now, I don't know why you came and attacked my community and tried to kidnap my people. I have more firepower but since I'm a generous man, I'm sure we can come up with an agreement and let bygones be bygones. I'm willing to let you and your people walk out of here. Just leave Michonne, Sasha, and Maggie with me and then you can be on your way."

Rick's eyebrows rose up almost to his hairline at the audacity of this prick. They all kept quiet as the asshole continued, "You can even take Tara and Karen with you. They don't fit in with my community anyway. I'll keep my people here and you and your people stay over there and we won't ever have to interact." He raised the sword in his hand and held it out to make sure Michonne could see it. "I got this for you, Michonne. I've always admired you and you would do well to take my offer. This sword is so much better than the one you're holding. If you stay, you and your friends will have everything you would ever want."

Michonne'e eyes, shooting fire, only narrowed as her grip on the pommel of her katana tightened.

Rick couldn't hold back his contempt and yelled, "That's my wife, you fuck!"

Andrea hid behind Rick and his group. When she awoke from being knocked out earlier, Tara and Karen had already been freed and she and her 2nd in command had to free themselves. When they left from the office where they were tied up, there were no guards around, so she sent the girl to get the weapons from the munitions building. She never came back.

It's when she set off to find Phillip that she heard Rick claiming Michonne as his wife. That son-of-a-bitch went and married some stranger when she was right there and could have been with her.

As far as she was concerned, Rick won't be married for long and neither will Phillip get the woman. There was no way she would allow Michonne to live after seeing two men she wanted put someone else before her. Phillip's constant mentioning of Michonne made more sense now and she'd be damned if she gets pushed to the side again.

She looked around for anything she could use that would do the most damage and found a large, jagged rock. With them arguing with Phillip, Andrea figured this would be the perfect time to sneak up behind and bash in Michonne's skull while they were preoccupied.

Rick continued talking, unaware Andrea was behind them making plans, "And while I agree, your community and my family can live separately…," he didn't need to say out loud his plan because he knew Shane understood. They'd been in this type of situation before and wasting time talking to men who have no redeeming qualities needed to be dealt with quickly. "There's enough room for all of us." He waved his arm around to display the area beyond their community.

The crowd around them listened tentatively, "Me and my family just want to survive the end of the world. We don't go around kidnapping people to fill up space, like you. We trust each other to protect one another. What you're doin', no one can live peacefully with that."

He gestured to Rosita behind him, "This young lady said you took her from her friends. You took my wife, my friend's wife and my other friend's girlfriend. That's not cool. We are taking all of our friends away from here and if there is anyone that doesn't want to live this way, you are more than welcome to come with us."

Shane spoke up and pointed, "Not you, Randall."

The tension in the air became thicker as Rick continued, "We can all… we can all live together." His voice became deeper and those who didn't know him thought he was going to break with emotion.

But then his tone took on a menacing lilt, "Except you."

Rick and Shane raised their weapons and blasted the Governor in the face and chest. Shocked he'd been shot without warning, the Governor threw his hands up in the air, yelping as he body fell back and crashed onto the ground.

Sasha quickly picked off some of the men around him before they could react to their boss dying. Daryl and Merle taking care of the others.

The last gunshot heard, was from Glenn's Berreta M9. Standing with his side facing the Governor and his men, he raised his arm, aimed and shot Randall directly into his eye socket. "I said the first thing I was gonna do is shoot fuckin' Randall."

As soon as the Governor flew back from the double shots, someone screamed in horror behind them. Michonne's quick reflexes had her sword up and swinging behind her with enough force to decapitate an unhinged Andrea Naise, who didn't think very clearly by screaming and letting the group know she was behind them.

The morning was creeping in by the time the gang started to head back toward the prison. Before they could leave, Rick and Shane listened to complaints about how the Governor ran things and they were glad he was gone. Most of the Woodbury residents had decided to stay in their homes, thanks to some of the others volunteering to stand up and take charge.

Tara, Rosita, and Karen were the only ones who decided to go back to the prison.

Saying their goodbyes, they went to procure the truck left behind when they first came to Woodbury. When they reached the SUV, things were a bit crowded. The Dixon brothers, too tired to walk all the way back to the prison, wanted to hitch a ride.

Even though there were already extra people, they made it work.

Rick drove with Michonne seated next to him. Shane sat in the front passenger side with Sasha in his lap. In the back, Karen sat on Tyrese, Rosita and Tara sat on Merle and Daryl and Maggie and Glenn cuddled up together back in the cargo trunk.

Mike and Lori made a little headway in their journey to Woodbury during the night. Not having a map didn't help matters. Lori kept wanting to take pit stops and seemed to keep forgetting they were in a dangerous and precarious position. They were not out camping.

So far, they haven't had a lot of problems with walkers. When they did see one, they went in a different direction. Unfortunately, it threw them off the trail to Woodbury.

At this point, Mike really wasn't sure if they were heading in the right direction, but he found a marker that Randal said he left on a tree, which gave him a little bit of relief.

Just as they moved into a clearing when the morning light began to brighten things up, Lori's complaints about her stiff back seized the attention of a small horde shambling onto their path. When they caught the sight and smell of dusty humans, the walkers picked up their pace and began chasing the two traitors.

Without a thought of where they were heading, they blindly ran screaming into the forest.

The SUV slowly drifted to a stop and they still had a little ways to get back to the prison. Rick tried turning the engine over and hit the gas pedal several times before putting the truck in park and banged on the console and growled, "Shane I thought you filled the tank up before we left?"

Shane argued, "Don't be yelling at me, Glenn was supposed to do it!"

Glenn shouted from the back, "Hey! Why you puttin' me in it? Nobody told me to put gas in the car."

Rick opened the door and hopped out of it with Michonne following behind, "Well, the tank is empty. We don't have extra gas can and now we have to walk."

Shane pushed open his side and set Sasha on the ground before getting out, "Don't be blaming me, Frick. Did you tell anyone to gas up the truck?"

Rick thought about it then huffed, "No. But I was too busy worrying about Michonne."

"Well, I was worried about Sasha."

Glenn pushed open the hatchback and grumbled, "That's fucked up y'all tried to blame me. I had Maggie to think about."

Rick countered, "But you did pull the truck up to the front before we left."

Glenn was about to complain, then stopped, "Oh, yeah… I did. But it's still not my fault." He stomped off down the road. Maggie laughing and chasing after him, "Come on, baby. They're just teasing you."

Michonne grabbed the back of Rick's belt before he could move away from her, "You know, technically, since you drove, you should have been keeping an eye on the gas tank."

Rick brought her closer to whisper in her ear, "Hey, you're supposed to be on my side."

Shane hopped on the same wagon, "That's right, you tell 'em, sis."

Sasha, chuckling, hitched her gun strap higher on her shoulder and reached for the hem of Shane's sleeve, and pulled him, "Come on. Stay out of grown folks business."

"Hey, I'm grown too and when we get home, I'll show you how grown I am with these Magnums," he patted his backpack. Sasha's tone under her light brown skin flushed red as she hauled him along.

Michonne could only laugh at their antics.

Tara and Rosita gave each other a look, glad they were with people that could joke around with each other. Daryl stood beside them grinning, "Yup, this is our family."

After an hour of walking, the day had been relatively quiet except for the light conversations between each other in the group.

Michonne sighed, "Rick, we have to deal with Lori and Mike when we get back."

Shane cut in with all seriousness, "I say we take them out back and shoot 'em."

Rick shrugged his shoulders, "I agree, but I have to think about how Carl and Andre would take it. I wouldn't tell them but I'd know. After what happened with the Governor, they can't be trusted. We got away safely this time. What happens if they have the chance to do somethin' like this again?"

Michonne eased the strap of katana on her shoulder as she strolled slowly, "I don't want either one near my sons. I'm with you, Rick. Killing them outright will only bring resentment from the boys when they're older. I say we give them a bag of supplies, a weapon and drop them off far enough away from the prison they would never be able to get back and let nature take its course. If they survive, then so be it."

They became quiet and continued walking until they heard the rumblings of a large vehicle coming toward them. There was a curve in road so they didn't have a visual yet and it was about a mile away.

They all prepared to engage when they finally got a glimpse of who was coming. It wasn't long before they saw a large military cargo truck came into view and was racing toward them.

They were still far enough away where they weren't in danger of being run over, however, they couldn't say that about the two people who suddenly rushed out into the road, screaming bloody murder, with a horde of walkers behind them.

The driver of the cargo truck didn't have enough time to brake before the impact of a 6x6, 2 ½ ton M9 military-grade truck obliterated the two frail, human bodies it smashed into.

Merle said from the back of the group, "Well, guess you all won't have to worry about Mike and Lori now."

They ran to meet the halted truck and a big, muscular dude with shocking red hair jumped down from the driver's side, exclaiming, "Well, I'll be a hairy ball's left nutsack. Did I just run over normal people?"

Rosita ran forward and jumped into the man's arm, tearing up, "Abraham, you found me."

Abe set her down and told them, "Later, darlin'. We don't have time for meets and greets. We gotta kill some swampmeats." He reached into his truck and pulled out a large machete, then ran over to the other side of the truck to kill the walkers that were chasing the two people he just ran over.

Michonne, Rick, Shane, and Sasha still stood there with their eyes wide open in shock. It was Daryl that shook them out of their stupor, "Can we get a little help? These walkers won't kill themselves."

All of the undead were now truly dead and afterward, everyone introduced themselves.

Michonne stood over the bodies of Mike and Lori, or what was left of them. Merle did them all a favor and gave them a courtesy stab in the skull to keep the mutilated forms from crawling around on the graveled road. Rick came and stood with her, "I can't believe the question was answered for us."

Rick nodded, "Yeah."

Rosita interrupted them, "Rick, Abe has a proposal to ask you."

He turned and saw Abraham and Eugene standing behind her. In his overloud and boisterous voice, Abe asked, "How would you like to be responsible for saving the world?"

Shane, Sasha and the rest couldn't help but hear him so they came over to stand by Rick and Michonne. Rick asked, "How so?"

Abe slaps a hand on a somewhat nervous looking Eugene, "My swayback 80's lookin' friend here, Euguene is a scientist from Texas. I was on my way North when I ran into him. He has information on how to stop this plague. You and your people can travel with us to Washington and we'll be the heroes of this shindig." He shook the man, "Tell 'em what you told me."

The heavyset man with the Billy Ray short-do cleared his throat. Michonne noticed the beads of sweat rolling down to his collar and it reminded her how some witnesses acted when they were put on the stand.

He unbuttoned his top button and cleared his throat again, "Well, most of it is classified."

Michonne folded her arms.

"I can only tell you that there are certain factors that have to be met. We have to measure the density of the infected around targeted sites worldwide.

Confused, Glenn asked him, "What do you mean targeted sites? You talkin' about missiles?"

Seemingly more sure of himself, "That's classified."

Michonne, skeptical with her arms still folded, "Please continue, Eugene. What part is unclassified that you can disclose?"

Rocking on his feet, Eugene nodded and spoke in a monotone voice, "The speed with which things normalize depends on a number of factors, including worldwide weather patterns which were modeled without the assumption that cars, planes, boats, and trains wouldn't be pouring hydrocarbons into the atmosphere this long. Changed the game quite a bit when it comes to air-transmissible pathogens. I was part of the ten-man team of the Human Genome Project. Otherwise known as the HGP."

He looked to everyone as to assure that they got what he was saying.

Rick rubbed his fingers over his lip.

Shane had his head cocked in question.

Sasha lowered her hand to her sheathed knife tied to her thigh.

The rest wore total blanks on their faces except or Abe and Rosita who were eagerly smiling for everyone to get on board.

He continued, "We weaponized diseases to fight weaponized diseases. Pathogenic microorganisms with pathogenic microorganisms," He gave them a pointed look to make sure they got his meaning. "Fire with fire. Interdepartmental drinks were had, relationships made, information shared. I am keenly aware of all the details behind fail-safe delivery systems to kill every living person on this planet. I believe with a little tweaking on the terminals in DC, we can flip the script. Take out every last dead one of them. Fire with fire."

A look of pride fell over his features when he finished his speech.

Everyone still had the blank look and the only one to speak up was Michonne. She slowly unleashed her sword and strolled over until she stood directly in front of the patronizing scientist.

The tip of the katana pointed up toward his esophagus, "Eugene, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Every one on this road is now dumber for having listened to it."

All her family behind her protested, "Hey!

Rick could only laugh.

Eugene straightened his collar again, "Ma'am, I don't think you understand…"

Michonne raised the tip higher, "Oh, I understand alright. You used big words that said nothing. Why don't you tell Rosita and Abe the truth before you get someone killed with your lies." She stepped back.

Eugene began sweating profusely with everyone's focus on him.

He swallowed and dropped his head, "I'm sorry, Abe. She's right." He asked her, "You were a lawyer weren't you?"

Michonne grinned, "Yes, I was."

Dropping his head in shame, Eugene confessed, "Figures... Abraham, I wasn't telling the truth about the cure. I needed an excuse for you to take me with you and for you to protect me, but I wasn't lying when I told you the truth about Washington being a safe haven for survivors."

Abraham, already pink from standing in the sun, became even redder when he hauled off and punched Eugene dead in the face, knocking him out flat.

Merle told his brother, "This has been an interesting week."

Shane grabbed Abe to keep him from beating up on a comatose Eugene while Maggie and Glenn checked to make sure he was alive.

Rick checked his watch, "Okay, while this has been enlightening, we need to get off the road and get home. Abe, I know you're upset but can you give us a ride back to the prison? It's safer than being out here in the open and we can calmly discuss what you wanna do next. It's not far from here so you won't be taken too much much out of your way."

Sasha had an arm around an upset Rosita when Abe told Shane he was calm and wouldn't kill the man, "No problem. Looks like I really have nowhere to go anyway."

Epilogue-2 month's later…

The new additions to the prison family fit right in. More construction was completed to secure and fortify the prison against walkers and human enemies. The residents of Woodbury kept their word and stayed away from Rick and his family.

The boys were told the truth about Lori and Mike being released to live on their own and were accidentally ran over by a big truck. They made the trip out to where they lay at rest. Rick and Michonne made sure they were buried a little ways away from the road and two large wooden crosses marked their graves. Andre and Carl shed tears and took it as this was now their world.

No one was guaranteed to live.

Unfortunately for their biological parents, it was their time to punch in.

The morning after they returned from their graves, Michonne woke up early feeling queasy. She couldn't even make it to the bathroom, and puked on the side of the bed, her dinner from the previous evening. Rick sat up quickly and held back her hair and rubbed her back. He grabbed the end of the blanket and wiped her mouth when she was finished.

Thinking that he was being a helpful husband, he grinned, "Must have eaten somethin' bad last night, huh?"

Michonne grabbed the blanket and threw it over the mess she made and turned to Rick with her eyes narrowed and her mouth tightened in a grimace, "No, this is you not being able to pay attention. We got the condoms too late."

Rick sat up straight, his eyes darting left and right, "Huh? Whaddya mean, too late?"

She raised a hand and pushed her fingers through the curls at the back of his head, hoping to quell the panic that was starting to overtake his face, "We're pregnant, Rick. Congratulations, you're gonna be a father for the third time."

THE END

A/N: Thank you all so much for staying with me and the conclusion of my version of Richonne and my attempt to redeem Shane Walsh. I am so grateful and so happy you found this entertaining. I enjoyed all of your comments, reviews, thoughts and you sharing on other platforms.

The new season is about to begin next month and I pray it gives off more awesome memories to commemorate in the future and give Danai Gurira a proper and unique goodbye for her last season.

You might recognize the quote from Dirty Dancing. It felt right for Rick to say it, lol.

Thanks to Billy Madison. I've had always wanted an excuse to use that quote and Eugene was the perfect person who deserved it.

For my last chapter, please let me know your thoughts about how Phillip, Andrea, Mike, and Lori were handled.

Too much, too little? Did the deserve more? Did they deserve it at all?

Love you all and have a great weekend.