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Watching her friends, her family being attacked by walkers while she's safe inside is horrifying. She wants to do something, she wants to be like Clem. Rebecca is trying to comfort her, and keep her quiet, but she's so worried about the others.
Her dad is out there. Her new friend is out there. Her best friend is out there. Why isn't she?
And then she sees it: Nick. He's struggling to get a walker's hands off him, screaming for help, and it vibrates off the glass that's keeping her safe from the walkers outside the ski lodge. His scream is bloodcurling and brings goosebumps.
"--Nick!" She screams, as if that would do anything. And she watches him fight, tears blurring her vision. What is she doing? She should help him, and that's obviously not going to help anyone.
But how?
Clementine had taught her earlier that day. How to shoot. Take a deep breath, close your eyes, pull the trigger. It didn't seem difficult. She could do it. She had to. She had to help Nick, and fast. But where would she find a gun?
Rebecca keeps asking her what she is doing, telling her not to go out there. But she zones her out, and instead grabs a small revolver she finds near the entrance of the ski lodge. Someone must have missed it, grabbing a rifle instead.
She doesn't know if it has bullets, but she runs outside anyway, Rebecca yelling after her.
Running past Walter, closer to Nick as she aims at the walker's head, she feels her breathing fasten. Clem shoots her a lock of panic, of concern, as if she's unsure if Sarah can make the shot. She's close, yes, but she doesn't know how to shoot that well. And Sarah was unsure, herself.
Shooting at the walker, she misses its head, instead shooting its arm. And she shoots again, and again, and again, until she hears a pop. And the walker falls to the floor, and Nick backs away, blood covering him.
She did it.
