The Walking Dead: What Rests Ahead

Chapter 18:

(Author's Note: Soooo The Walking Dead comes on....TOMORROW!!!!!I'M SO EXCITED, YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND. I know I was trying to get caught up with the show and you can see how that went hahahaha. Anywho, at least I tried to update more. Trust me, I have big plans for this fanfic....mwahahaha!!!! Also, this chapter is unedited, so if it sucks I'm sorry.)

We were back in the church, eating in sustained silence. The room felt incredibly empty, even with so many people filling it. Something just kind of seemed off. Even the baby knew that now was not a good time for crying. The air was stiff with the hint of unease as I plopped down in a pew, whispering to Carl, "Something seem weird to you?"

The boy, who had been awkwardly staring at his feet in an attempt to be normal, replied, "Yeah."

So it wasn't just me.

I glanced around at everyone's faces. Glenn sat in the corner, his head resting in his arms, as if he were trying to be as little as possible. I guess the mourning over Maggie hadn't really stopped. Sympathy washed over me. The poor man just lost his...wife? Lover? Good friend? I mean, what was Maggie to him? It's clear that she was the world to him, but in what way? Maybe they had mentioned it before, in Terminus, but I had trouble remembering based on the fact that there were people trying to freaking eat us.

Abraham had his gun resting on his lap and sat directly beside Rick, looking at him like the loyal man he truely was. He was on edge, his whole body radiating alert. Rick looked like he was fighting that same alerted feeling. His arms were crossed and his face downcast, the shadows of only candlelight making the look on his face even scarier.

I guess the supply run didn't go as planned. Must've been a close call or something. Soon enough, they'll wind down.

Sasha, who had been sitting next to Tara, suddenly sprang up as if she just then noticed what was missing. "Hey...where's Bob?" she asked with a tiny tremble in her voice.

We all looked around, realizing the same exact thing she had moments before.

"He was right behind us when we were walking in the church," I said cautiously. Was Bob in trouble? Or was he...dangerous? I had to keep in mind: these people were strangers practically. They could do all sorts of horrible things.

Sasha searched the room, "Bob? Bob! Where are you?"

We all helped her, calling Bob's name, going around the perimeter of the church, and tried finding him but the sun was sinking far into the sky, almost gone. Soon, the light would be completely vanished and all hope of finding the missing group member would be lost.

As the last beam of sunlight was smothered, we trudged into our sanctuary with defeat in the air.

"Where could he have gone? He was right here!" Sasha's voice was shrill by now, petrified at the thought of what could be happening.

"Wait a second...where's Daryl?" I realized in horror. "And Carol too?"

"They were checking outside the church, keeping watch," Michonne suggested.

"We would have seen them while looking for Bob," Rick replied with a grim look.

"So three of our people are...what? Dead? Missing? Aren't you all worried?" Sasha yelled, waving her hands as if to gesture to all of us.

"Of course, we are-" Rick started, reaching out to her.

Sasha whacked his hand away. "You know what, none of us went missing before HE showed up." Sasha pointed to the Father accusingly. She strutted up to him, practically plowing him over. "You did this!"

"N-no! Of course not!" He stuttered.

"You did! You had to!" She screamed. "I'm gonna-"

She rammed into him and Rick had to hold her back to keep her from killing someone. The pure terror and hate in her eyes was terrifying.

"Fine, fine!" Sasha mumbled. "Just let go of me."

Rick did very slowly, afraid she may start fighting again.

"Well, if it wasn't the preacher man, it has to be the little brat over there." She glared at me intimidatingly.

I stood up, prepared to take on a full grown woman and anyone else who threatened me. "I didn't do anything." My voice was loud and bold.

"She was here at the church all day. Who knows what she was scheming up?" She spit.

"I didn't-" I started and then heard a scream coming from outside the church.

Everyone froze, senses spiraling out of control. I rushed to the front door, despite others warning me not to, and flung it open. The moonlight cascading down on the soft grass, all hope of daylight now ruined officially.

There, just a few feet away, lay a dark figure sprawled out as if wounded. I could see two arms, but only one leg. The blood was everywhere, large dark stains on the illuminated ground, making even I feel queasy. The group raced behind me to see what or who I had found. Sasha gasped and I felt the pit of my stomach lurch in panic.

"Bob?"