keepsthemsafe | SECOND ENTRY

[Shane, it's safe to say...has been absent. There's not enough soap in the world, and of course he's not going to go get help. This isn't the CDC, nobody wants to kill him but Oh dear god this place might be worse then the CDC.

And what's worse is Lori. He knew she was there, he felt her. He felt her. And how that ended...]

So much for safety am I right? Is this a regular thing? A driver that takes people up to hotels that like to fuck with your head?

I understand that in order for one of the inmates to make demands they require a warden to ask for items. Am I right about that? I want to speak with one of them.

[Via text. Nobody is getting video. There's a reason for this.]

[INMATE SHOWER SPAM]

[It's a safe bet to say that Shane hasn't moved from the shower since that happened. There's not enough soap or hot water. He alternates between sitting underneath the scalding hot water, drying off, standing outside and then...heading back in and drowning himself in steaming hot water and soap.

Nothing to be done, or so he figures. It's almost out of his system, he hopes. He's almost forgotten it. You can catch him either in the shower trying to drown himself or outside trying to resist the urge to walk back in with a grim and haggard expression on himself.]

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[She laughs, too. Well.] So I wasn't too far off.

[The slowest of slow eyebrow raises. He'd joked about being Reverend Shane once upon a time. Joked...but that was far from funny now.]

What? Too soon? Look...it sucks when doing the right thing gets you killed. Important thing to know is what you're going to do about it.

...I don't suppose I've thought about it. [He has. Late at night in bed, in Rick's bed. Go back and put him there. And this time don't block the door, don't bury him. He'll be food for the fucking crows.

One hand curls into a fist.] What're you gonna do?

I killed him. There's not really anything left for me to do...maybe that's why I'm here.

That ain't right. [If he killed Rick at least he would have Lori and Carl.] You didn' have anyone?

I did. But he gave me the ultimatum, let the cocksucker live and go live a fairy tale life, or shoot.

I took the shot.

It's a matter of honor

...Yeah. I guess it is. Most people think the honorable thing is mercy, though.

Most people are full of shit.

Now you sound like a cop.

[he snorts] which part? the full of shit or the bleak and bitter outlook on life?

Don't those go hand in hand?

...Didn' used to.

You were an idealist once, too, huh?

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