The Road Ahead of Us - TWD Season 2

SARAH

Daryl had already left for his little camp when Nicki got back.

"Is everything alright? " Sarah asked as her sister got closer. But Nicki only shrugged her shoulders.

"Everything alright with Daryl?" She asked back.

"Yeah..." Sarah muttered, "I disinfected his wounds, and then he left." She would have been lying if she'd been told that she had been surprised to learn what Daryl had done to Randall. She understood. He was only trying to protect them all. But she didn't like for him to act like that, even if it was for the sake of the group, "I've asked him to move his camp closer," she said, looking in that direction, "But he wouldn't listen."

"He is a big boy," Nicki said, sitting on the ground, "He can protect himself."

"But he shouldn't be by himself," Sarah replied, "None of us should."

Before they could say something else, light footsteps could be heard on the grass. The noise made the sisters turn to see Dale approaching them.

"Dale," Sarah greeted him, but the expression on the man's face remained serious.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Dale asked Sarah.

"Of course, what is it?" At her question, though, Dale looked over at Nicki.

"If you have to talk about Randall, go ahead," Nicki answered, her tone calm, "I don't think you'll ask my opinion, but I've already made up my mind."

Sarah observed her sister kicking the dirt with her foot, her eyes fixed on her hands. She was in deep thought, but Sarah could not understand what she was thinking—and probably didn't want to.

"Sarah..." Dale said gravely, "I've agreed with Rick that before passing the judging on Randall, I'd talk with everybody."

"About?" Sarah said, standing up to get closer to the man.

"About not killing the guy," Dale exclaimed, "I need you by my side on this."

Sarah took a heavy breath.

"You are with me on this. Aren't you?" Dale asked with a frown on his face.

What she was thinking about the situation was still a mastery to her as well. The perspective of a group of dangerous men searching for their friend and possibly coming to the farm to kill and rape was terrifying, and keeping every safe was the most important thing to do. But the perspective of killing a boy out of fear was terrifying as well.

"I don't want to kill Randall," Sarah said, crossing her arms.

"That's good!" Dale had hope in his voice, but Sarah shook her head.

"But, what if him being here will bring those men here?"

"Maybe they won't," Dale argued, but Sarah shook her head again.

"Or maybe they will," Sarah said, feeling guilty for what she was feeling, "I'm terrified, Dale," she admitted, lowering her tone, hoping that Nicki was not listening, even if she knew better.

"And right now, death is not the worst perspective."

Dale bit his lips, nodding his head. "I understand that you're afraid, but killing someone because of that... it's simply not right."

"And I agree with you on that," Sarah added with a heavy heart. She felt terrible about what she was about to say, "But I'm afraid that not making this choice will lead to something worse happening to someone I really care about."

She didn't want any harm to come to all the people that she had grown to love. Sarah did not want to. And she felt so selfish because the only thing that could make her feel at ease was the image of Randall gone and not able to come back.

"You're not going to side with me," the look on the man's face broke her heart, but she was doing what she thought was best.

"I'm so sorry, Dale," she whispered, but he only waved his hand before walking away.

When did the world turn out to become like that? Just months before, she was in her college room, dreaming about the future. Now she was thinking if her group should have killed a guy.

"This is so fucked up..." she muttered as she passed a hand through her brown hair.

"Humans are scarier than walkers," Nicki said, not looking up. And Sarah didn't feel like disagreeing with her.

Suddenly, shoutings could be heard in the cabin where Randall was taken captive. The two sisters looked at each other, quickly running towards there. They weren't very far, and as they arrived, they took a look inside to see Shane, who had pinned Randall against the wall, pointing a gun at his face. Andrea was calling the man's name.

"Open your mouth!" he was shouting, pushing the gun against his mouth, "You like talking?" Did he really want to shoot him? Sarah pushed Nicki back. If he was going to do something, she really didn't want her sister to see.

"Shane!" she yelled. And Andrea did the same.

"Shane! Back off!" at Andera's last shouting. Shane finally pulled back. What the hell had happened?

Randall was shaking, and Sarah could not think he was stupid enough to try and escape with Shane outside. The man was twice as him. And aggressive.

Then she observed Shane as he turned, and only at that moment Sarah noticed Carl inside the cabin. He was looking at Shane with wide eyes that only grew bigger when the man grabbed him by the arm roughly.

"Get your ass out this door," he said, pulling the boy along with him.

"Hey! Take it easy, man!" Nicki exclaimed. Sarah grabbed her sister's shoulders, not letting her move when she saw how Shane was glaring at her.

"Not your business, girly," he said, taking Carl some meters from them and starting to talk to him.

"What the hell happened?" Sarah asked Andrea, "Did he attack Carl?"

"I didn't," Randal protested, but Sarah kept looking at Andera, her eyes still wide and as shaken up as Sarah was.

"Carl sneaked inside; Shane... he totally lost it," Andrea explained.

Sarah felt her heart beat fast looking at the man. He was so different from the policeman she had met that night on the Highway, trying to escape from Atlanta. Nicki had shared with her some thoughts on the man for quite some time, but Sarah never wanted to believe her. Shane had been helping and protecting all of them from the beginning, but she didn't feel at ease in his presence anymore.