The Road Ahead of Us - TWD Season 2

SARAH

Sarah could not stop thinking about Dale's eyes and his disappointment in all of them. She couldn't blame him; she really couldn't. She'd felt guilty for the entire day, and she still felt it, even though thinking of Randall dying was still a reassuring thought. And that scared her.

Who was she becoming? A frightened little girl or a heartless one? She really had no idea. But surely she didn't want Nicki to be either.

"Figured ya'd be here," Daryl's voice came from behind her as she was working on the car.

"I was just hoping to find somewhere quiet," she answered, oiling the pedals.

"Did ya?" he asked.

Sarah nodded her head. "It is quiet," she said, "But I forgot I can still think. " And boy, if she was thinking...

"What are you doing here?" she asked, standing up to face the man. He was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed.

"Saw ya shaken up," he muttered, "Wanted ta know if ya were holding up."

Sarah passes a hand through her hair, feeling her mouth quiver, and her eyes sting. She really didn't want to cry, but she couldn't hold it in anymore, so she let some tears slip from her eyes.

"I'm trying to," she said, nodding her head, "As umm... as I'm trying not to feel guilty either way," he was observing her in silence, and that made her chuckle saddly, "God, you must think I'm a stupid little girl."

A stupid, frightened little girl who could not even make a decision without second thoughts. A little girl that always needed protection.

"I don'," he whispered, and that made her eyes widened. They both looked at each other in silence for some moments. Sarah did not know what to say, but she felt grateful for his words. Daryl chewed on his lip before looking down.

"I..." he whispered, "I gotta go." Sarah nodded her head. It was dark outside. They had decided to execute Randall at that time. Daryl, Shane, and Rick would have taken care of that.

"Daryl," she called for him before he could exit. Her voice made him stop and turn to look at her, "If you need to talk after..." she bit her lips, stopping herself from going any further. "Just... just know you can talk to me."

Daryl's blue eyes looked at her in silence for some long moments, but at the end, he nodded his head before exiting the cabin, closing the door behind his back. Sarah observed the door, standing where she was, wondering how Daryl must have felt in that situation. She didn't find it fair that the three of them had to witness Randall's execution—or do it.

 She just hoped that was the right choice and that they weren't killing an innocent person. She really hoped that.

She had been working on the car for another hour. Heshel had been kind enough to give her some fuel so she could get it started if she ever managed. Sarah had fixed the pedals and the breaks as Dale had taught her. She had connected wires and changed the headlights. The engine was old, but it seemed functional. She really wanted to try to make it work.

If I fix this, I can fix everything, she thought.

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed in the night. Sarah was quick to grab a screwdriver running outside. Someone was screaming at the top of his lungs. The screams came from the fields, in the opposite direction compared to the house.

As she was running, she noticed another figure come from the cabin where Randall had been locked up.

"Daryl!" she called for him as she ran.

"What's goin' on?" he asked without stopping.

"I think it's Dale," she answered, her voice filled with fear. As they got closer, she recognized his voice. Her body didn't stop, but her blood felt cold inside her veins. They had to go to him fast.