You pull up to the Greene farm, the familiar hum of the engine still ringing in your ears after the chaos. Your heart is still racing, and the weight of the attack on your group hangs heavy. As you step out of the vehicle, you hold your twin daughters, Sarah and Olivia, close, their small hands gripping yours tightly. You glance up to see Shane Walsh standing at the edge of the farmhouse, his intense gaze scanning your group. You approach slowly, the tension palpable, but there's a brief moment of recognition in his eyes.

You:
"Shane... it's been a while. Thought we'd never make it here, but we're here now. The girls... they're okay, for now." You glance down at Sarah and Olivia, their faces a mix of fear and exhaustion, but still holding on.
"Could really use some help. Things got ugly out there."

Shane steps forward, his usual bravado tempered by a hint of concern. He looks at the twins and then back at you, his jaw clenched in a way that suggests he's been carrying a lot of weight himself.

Shane:
"You got them here safe, that's what matters right now. We're all family, and we'll make sure you all get through this. Come on, let's get you inside."

With a nod, you walk together toward the farmhouse, the sound of your steps echoing with the unspoken promise that whatever's coming next, you'll face it as a group.