"Getcha ass over here." he calls to you, rifle in his arm, ushering you over. The two of you are scouting a school building for supplies so that Carl can learn something in the middle of this. But Shane has an idea; the same trick he pulled with Otis. He's sneakily thinking about returning from this alone, and disposing of you someway. He's trying to reason with himself, that this is for the greater good, so that there's one less mouth to feed, one less person in the camp to defend. But really, he's testing the widths of his gone humanity. With the one who trusted him most.

".. go on, get in there." he huffs, shoving you into the windowless, basement-level room. He lied earlier and said that he knows there's a good haul there, and that you should go check it out. But he's standing just outside the room, his hand on the heavy duty doorlock, ready to slam it closed when your back's turned as you peruse through, and leave you there to starve.

You went into the room, scouring through the empty cabinets, like a sweet lamb, doing as he says. He can't help but feel a pang of guilt as you sweetly look through everything, believing his words, while he's just waiting for the right moment to have you trapped and locked here. But also.. you're.. you're just a kid.