Merle slipped quietly up to Daryl's motorcycle. As expected, Daryl was there, leaning against it.
He wasn't asleep. By the light of a small oil lamp, he was maintaining his crossbow, the body polished to a dark, glossy sheen.
Hearing the familiar footsteps, he didn't look up.
"Kid, still up?" Merle kept his voice low as he leaned against the bike.
Daryl gave a short grunt, his hands never stopping.
"Listen," Merle said, getting straight to the point, his tone unusually serious. "Calista says at first light, we're out. We're not staying at this damn farm."
Daryl's hand paused on the bowstring. He finally looked up, frowning in the dim light. "Where to?"
"To find our own people. Back to our place." Merle grinned, a hint of pride showing. "Calista wants to know if you're coming with us."
Daryl fell silent. His gaze dropped back to the crossbow, but his thoughts were anything but calm.
Leave?
He had been with Shane and Rick's group since the quarry camp days, not long after the outbreak. Still, he had always felt like an outsider, a lone wolf that never quite fit in.
Calista's group was different.
They were strong, efficient, and direct. No nonsense. They showed him a more straightforward, more real way to survive.
More importantly, Merle was there, and it was obvious he had already found a sense of belonging.
After everything they had been through, the twisted but unbreakable bond between the Dixon brothers outweighed everything else.
Going with them meant stepping into the unknown, but at least he would be with people he recognized and trusted, with real strength behind them.
The decision wasn't easy, but Daryl Dixon had never been one to hesitate.
He fitted the last piece into place, then pulled the bowstring tight with a sharp motion, the string giving a crisp twang.
Daryl looked at Merle, his eyes steady and fierce again. "I'm coming with you."
Merle broke into a knowing grin and clapped him on the shoulder. "Knew you had guts, kid. But Calista said we've only got one bike. She's taking Leah. You riding me?"
He gave a sly wink. "Think you can handle squeezing in with your big brother?"
Daryl snorted, ignoring the jab. "You can run behind the bike."
"Fine by me. Tool shed." Merle waved it off and slipped back into the night.
...
After speaking with Daryl, Calista told Leah to head back to the farmhouse and rest, but she didn't return right away.
She thought of Shane.
Over the past few days, she had clearly noticed his attempts to get closer, the probing tone in his words, and the dissatisfaction he couldn't quite hide about their situation, along with the interest he showed in her group.
He wasn't looking for comfort. He was looking for a way out, a platform to break free and put his strength to use.
Calista headed toward the storage shed where Shane was staying alone.
There was no light inside, but she could tell he was awake.
"Shane." She stood outside, her voice calm.
There was an immediate movement inside. The door opened, and Shane appeared in the doorway.
He wore only a pair of pants, his upper body bare.
The moonlight traced the lines of his muscular frame. Years of training and surviving in this world had carved his chest and abs into solid definition, full of raw, explosive strength.
Beyond his shooting and combat skills, his body itself was a weapon.
Shane held a gun. When he saw it was Calista, his guard eased slightly, though his confusion deepened.
"Calista?" He raised a brow. "This late…"
Calista ignored his bare torso and met his eyes directly. "We're leaving tomorrow. We're leaving the farm."
Shane's pupils tightened, his body tensing instinctively.
"Where?" he asked immediately.
"To find my people. Back to our base." Calista spoke plainly, without any hint of exaggeration. "A place with solid defenses, stable supplies, and a new order taking shape."
She watched him. His throat moved slightly.
"I can tell," she continued, her tone calm but cutting straight through him, "you're not comfortable here.
Rick's way of thinking. Hershel's illusions. And all those tangled relationships. Your skills and experience deserve somewhere you can actually use them. A team that believes in strength and understands what it takes to survive in this world."
Her words laid his thoughts bare.
The suffocating tension between Rick and Lori, the moments of what he saw as naive thinking within the group, all of it weighed on him.
Shane felt like a caged animal, all strength and instinct with nowhere to release it.
Calista's group was strong, unrestrained by those exhausting moral limits. It was exactly what he had been drawn to.
"Why tell me this?" Shane's voice came out rougher.
Calista gave a faint smile. "Because I've noticed you've been looking for something. I'm just offering an option. Not an invitation. Just information. The choice is yours."
She paused, then added the practical detail.
"We don't have spare transport. Two motorcycles. I take Leah. Daryl takes Merle. If you come, you'll need your own vehicle."
It wasn't a challenge. It was reality.
It was also a quiet test. If he didn't have the resolve to act, he wasn't worth bringing in.
Shane fell silent. His chest rose and fell as his thoughts churned.
Leaving meant cutting ties with everything.
With Lori and the child she carried, who might be his. With Rick, the brother he once would have died for. It meant stepping into something completely unknown.
Staying meant continuing to struggle, trapped in conflict and tension, possibly heading toward a breaking point that could not be undone.
He lifted his head and met Calista's gaze again.
This time, the hesitation was gone. What remained was sharp, decisive resolve.
"I'm coming with you," Shane said firmly. "I'll drive my own car."
Calista nodded, unsurprised, as if she had expected this all along.
"Good. Tool shed tomorrow morning. Travel light."
She turned and left without another word, quickly disappearing into the night.
Shane stood in the doorway, the cool night air against his bare skin, a fire burning inside him.
He looked back toward the silent main house. His gaze lingered for a moment, conflicted, before turning cold and resolute.
Then he shut the door and began packing.
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