The Road Ahead of Us - TWD Season 2

SARAH

Sarah paced the house, staying near the windows and straining to look outside for any signs of movement. Randall couldn't run due to his injured leg—Hershel had said it would take weeks to heal. Daryl was very good at tracking; he should have found him by now.

She didn't like this. Not at all. The thought of the four of them out there made her stomach churn. Anything could happen, and they would be locked inside, helpless to do anything about it.

"Maybe you should sit down," Maggie suggested, moving closer to her.

"Gladly," Sarah replied, turning to face the girl. "You'll sit with me?" But Maggie shook her head. Sarah rubbed her arm, sensing their shared worry. They were both on edge.

"They'll be back soon, right?" Maggie asked, her voice shaky. "I mean, they have to." Sarah bit her lip, the anxiety gnawing at her.

"I'm scared too," she admitted, glancing away before turning back to Maggie. "We should look for them—maybe in half an hour."

"Rick said to stay put," Hershel reminded her gently.

"What if they need help?" Sarah countered, her desperation rising. At that point, Andrea nodded from where she was sitting on the couch.

"I'm going after them," Sarah declared, taking a relieved breath as she checked the gun tucked into her pocket.

"I'll come with you," Maggie said, sharing a concerned look with her before moving toward Andrea.

"Don't— they could be anywhere," Lori said, her tone filled with worry. "And if Randall comes back, we're going to need both of you here." Sarah knew they needed them, but something felt off about the situation. She couldn't shake the unease that settled in her gut.

Andrea was about to respond when the sound of a door opening made them turn. Sarah breathed a sigh of relief as Daryl and Glenn appeared in the doorway. She glanced at Maggie, who wore a similarly relieved expression.

"Rick and Shane ain't back?" Daryl asked, scanning the room before stopping next to Sarah. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"They're not with you?" she asked, frowning. He shook his head.

"No, they're not here," Lori answered, getting up.

"We heard a shot," Daryl said, confusion creasing his brow.

"Maybe they found Randall," Lori suggested, but Daryl shook his head again.

"We found him," he replied.

"Is he back in the shed?" Patricia asked from across the room.

"He's a walker," Daryl's words made Sarah's eyes widen. If he had turned, why were they taking so long? And why had they heard a gunshot? Was that how they had put down Randall? Daryl had said he and Glenn found him, so Rick and Shane must have been the ones who shot. But who? 

"Did you find the walker that bit him?" Hershel asked, standing next to Patricia.

"No, the weird thing is he wasn't bitten," Glenn said, causing them all to exchange confused glances. If they hadn't seen a bite, then why had he turned?

"His neck was broken," Daryl added.

"Couldn't he have twisted it after he turned?" Sarah asked, frowning in confusion.

Daryl shook his head. "There was no bite, Sarah," he said firmly. "He died because of the neck." But why had he turned?

"So he fought back?" Patricia ventured, her brow furrowing. This only confused Sarah more. Who was he fighting? Walkers only attacked people, but there were no bites. And he certainly couldn't have snapped his neck on his own. Someone must have done it. But who? It didn't make sense for anyone to do that, and Sarah could only think of one person who might want Randall dead.