Cherokee Rose

[motorcycle approaching]

Hershel: Fever's gone down

Lori: Baby?

Rick: Carl?

Carl: Sophia? Is she okay?

Rick: Fine. She's fine

Lori: Rest. We'll be right here,okay?

Carl: Okay

T-Dog: They're here

Dale: How is he?

Lori: He'll pull through dad,thanks to Hershel and his people

Rick: And Shane. We'd have lost Carl if not for him

Carol: Thank god. We were so worried

Dale: How'd it happen?

Rick: Hunting accident. That's all--just a stupid accident

Hershel: Blessed to be god,father of our lord Jesus christ. Praise be to him for the gift of our brother Otis,for his span of years,for his abundance of character;Otis,who gave his life to save a child's,now more than ever,our most precious asset. We thank you,god,for the peace he enjoys in your embrace. He died as he lived,in grace. Shane,will you speak for Otis?

Shane: I'm not good at it. I'm sorry

Patricia: You were the last one with him. You shared his final moments. Please. I need to hear. I need to know his death had meaning

Shane: Okay. We were about done. Almost out of ammo. We were down to pistols by then. I was limping. It was bad. Ankle all swollen up. "We've got to save the boy". See,that's what he said

[growling]

[gunshot]

Shane: He gave me his backpack. He shoved me ahead

[screaming]

Shane: "Run",he said. He said,"I'll take the rear. I'll cover you"

[screaming]

Shane: And when I looked back...If not for Otis,I'd have never made it out alive. And that goes for Carl too. It was Otis. He saved us both. If any death,ever had meaning,It was his