Rick Grimes.

「Sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇs ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴇɴᴏʀᴍᴏᴜs ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛs.」 — Rɪᴄᴋ Gʀɪᴍᴇs — S ᴛ ᴜ ғ ғ ᴀɴᴅ T ʜ ᴀ ɴ ɢ s — @ReignOfBIood's ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴀss.

< he wasn't cold enough to let him die. Not yet at least. Not yet.]

< #Hershel. One nod, giving the man permission to do what he could for #Shane. Rick might have beat him into the rain ridden ground, but >

< back in its holster, Rick moved to walk away from his broken down "buddy". A smirk hitching a ride against his lips before he glanced at >

< took aim at his shoulder, and shot. The next thing anyone could hear was the unmistakable ringing through the field. Once the gun was >

< fingers grasped the holster on his waist, pulling the pistol free. Without so much as a care in the world for his former friend, Rick >

< his knuckles free of the crimson that coated them.] Before I forget...this is for Michonne. [Turning towards #Shane once more, his >

< smile. A sadistic grin pulled onto his lips, forming for the moment before he pulled away. Rising to his feet from his knees, slinging >

< window at this point, and instead, he was swinging. #Shane's body was beginning to break beneath the devastating blows, and it made Rick >

< this moment, he couldn't. He was someone else — he was a beast beneath the surface. Rick's thoughts and morality had flown out the >

< direct contact with bone rather than muscle. You could hear the crackle beneath each blow. #Jessie was begging Rick to stop, and at >

< fist came barreling down again, and again, and again. Straight into his face, and then further — busting through his flesh, and making >

< Instead, he moved to grab #Shane's shoulder, slamming it back against the slick Georgia clay. A groan fell from #Shane's lips as Rick's >

< herself on whether or not to stop Rick. She was standing far behind the two, and Rick didn't give a damn who was watching at this point. >

< fist hooked upwards, knocking #Shane to the ground. #Lori's voice was a high-pitched yelp, and she was, no doubt, fighting with >

< through his eyes in this moment, and before he could convince himself to take the more righteous path the first blow was made. His right >

< tirade of immaturity. His jaw was set, clicking from one side to the other, lips contorting. There was a certain hollowness that shined >

< continue to suck on your mama's teat? Cain't protect nobody!" Rage. Rage was pooling in Rick's eyes as #Shane continued on his little >

< No, instead he stood motionless as #Shane ran his mouth. "C'mon, Rick, gonna put up or shut up? Got somethin' to say, or you gonna >

< killed, he had shot, and he had definitely betrayed. All within a month's span of time. He had gone too far. Rick didn't say a word — >