Blake had listened to her sister, and watched as she headed up towards Daryl. At least she wasn't having the bouts of anxiety like with the last group, and Rick's voice came and she turned her head to him before looking back to him. "This doesn't feel right. No where is this untouched, even being cared for. Especially in the forest, but maybe I'm just paranoid." She shoved her binoculars back in her bag and she put her hand on the dog tags around her neck. She had done it whenever she was uncertain she had developed the habit. She didn't feel any better the closer they got, as if she had been through this before. Perhaps she was just paranoid, but she wasn't going to feel better until she knew what this was. Daryl looked over to Bailey when she caught up to him, and she began talking and he nodded. "Yeah, I hunt." He explanation got him though. She used to hunt too, but nothing about that part of her showed, and it heavily showed in her sister. He was.beginning to understand their.dynamic.more. They were twins that truly.completed each other. "What did y'all hunt? Squirrel, rabbit, coons?" He asked, "or normal things like deer and turkey?"

Bailey stared at Darly horrified. "Squirrels?!? Rabbits?!" She said, keeping her squeal low. "I would never kill one of those.. well not until the outbreak." She said, sighing softly. "But no, mostly birds and deer, I shot a cougar once.. but she got away, probably limped off somewhere to die, but whatever happened I could never find out, which if you think about it is actually scary, because Blake and I was camping out, so of course I was up all night thinking this cougar with a hole through her leg was going to come and attack me and have me for dinner, or dessert, but I..." Bailey stopped herself when she realized she was rambling. "Sorry, I ramble when I'm nervous.." She said, her eyes flitting back up to the cabin they was approaching.

Was this really safe and okay? Sighing, she pushed the negative thoughts out of her head. Guess they won't know until they find out. She bit her lips and glanced over at Daryl. "You're really brave, you know that? Some days.. I wish I was that brave.. or just as brave as Blake is. I would be long gone if it wasn't for her, she's saved my life so many times and I.. I'm just useless, really." She said in a soft voice.

--

Rick glanced sideways over at Blake. "Maybe, but we can't risk it, though. Whoever lives, or has lived here, is outnumbered. One against us, the odds won't work in his, or her, favor." He said, walking into the cabin. "Let's barricade all the windows. Michonne, and you Carl take first watch." Rick instructed. "Carl, you've got plenty of bullets?" He asked his son. Carl opened the side of the sun and checked. "Five. I won't use them unless I have to, Dad." Carl said, giving his father a encouraging smile. "Okay, go." He said. Michonne and Carl walked outside to take watch.

Daryl looked over to Bailey, a small smirk coming over his face as she spoke. She really would fit in well, but he chuckled. "Hey, squirrel stepwise.some good eating." He said, and the she shifted and he gave her a look.

"You aren't useless. My suggestion, since you would.probably catch on rather quickly, is to take.lessons from Herschel in some medicine and medical related.stuff." he said. "The more of us who know that the better."

He gave her shoulder a gentle pat before he started.to help board up the Windows.

-

Blake gave a nod to Rick. "Alright, I'll take.next watch." She said, but before.long she set down her bag and began finding more materials to board up the Windows. She sighed, picking.up some old boards and bringing them over before she noticed something else. It was a shed about twenty five yards away and she moved towards it. There was no groaning inside, but she.still had her knife at the ready as she opened the door.

She.almost as quickly.closed it at the sight. Now she remembered this.place. This was where they had camped with their past group when she found out they took Bailey. The bodies were still in the shed, and she found Bailey rather quickly. "Bay, I know why I have such a.bad feeling about this place."

She pointed to the shed. "I'm going to pull Rick aside.and.tell him, but I'm pretty sure.they're long gone now."

Bailey watched as Daryl walked off, letting what he said soak in. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea after all. Sighing, she started to help pick up some old boards and hammer them over the window, allowing a big enough slit to allow the remaining rays of sunlight to stream through. In the light, you could see dust particles floating all over the small one roomed cabin. She was distracted from her duties when she felt Blake's hand on her arm. She walked outside with her and looked towards the shed only a few feet from the cabin.

When Blake went to find Rick, Bailey found herself moving towards the cabin. She looked inside and the smell of decomposing bodies hit her like a tidal wave, so did the memories. All the bad memories from a few months ago slammed into Bailey as she turned away from the door. Her being tied up, almost dying, and she would've if it wasn't for her fast acting sister. She remembered being touched by one of the men, and almost being raped by two. She was scared to tell Blake, and still hadn't, because they was safe at the time. Well, until she almost died.

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[I'll bring Rick into the next post.]

Blake could feel the tension run over herself and Bailey. This had been a bad place, a bad time, and probably only still so preserved because it was where bad things happened. It was fucked up how he world worked that way. Finally Blake found Rick and she approached him. "Rick, I-" She began but soon Daryl came towards them.

"Rick, I found this in one of the cabinets. Inside." He said, holding up a bag that bore no dust but it.looked.familiar to Blake. "Can't have been left here.long."

"That's not good." She said, and Daryl looked over to her. "As we've said before, Bailey and I were in a group with some.bad people. We've been through here before, it was the night that we left their group. This concerns me."

She took the bag into her hands. "I'm taking next watch. Bailey can't know this was found." She said, handing it back to Daryl.

"Why?" He asked.

"She won't react well. It belonged to the man that left her for deadie bait." She said, walking back towards Bailey.

"It makes me wonder why Blake isn't afraid." He said to Rick a bit off handed.

When Bailey was able to get her legs working again, she left the cabin, arm over her stomach as the thoughts from that terrible time flooded her memory like a tidal wave. She found Daryl and walked to him, clearing her voice, but noticed something behind his back. "What's that?" She asked, her eyes moving to him. What could he be hiding? She looked over at Rick who avoided eye contact with her. "We should get rid of those bodies in the cabin, before they attract walkers." He said and motioned for Carl to come help him. Bailey watched as they made their way to the cabin. She already saw what she wanted to- the man who had initially done this to her wasn't there. Everyone else was, but he wasn't. Was he still alive, or did he turn?

Biting her lip she looked back at Daryl, waiting for him to show her what he was hiding.

--

After Rick and Carl disposed of the dead bodies in the cabin, he found Blake. "So, these are the guys who almost left Bailey for walker food? What's in that small bag she can't see?" He asked, his curiosity nagging at him.

Daryl nodded to her notion about getting rid of the bodies, but he wouldn't show her the bag at first. Then he showed her the.bag. "we found this in one of the cupboards." He said before slinging it back on his shoulder when the smell hit him. It would probably need burned too, and he tossed it off and opened the shack. He stabbed through their heads just to make sure, and he began dragging.bodies onto the pile to be burned.

-

When Rick caught back up to her, Blake turned and when he asked what was.in the bag, she hesitated. She finally did speak though. "His trophies. From the people he tortured and killed as I found out. He had taken some of Bailey's hair before they brought her to her death." She said. "He took other things from us too, but Bailey doesn't need to know that. He.took her strength, her confidence... but he took more than just that too."

[I was thinking of doing the whole V-card deal to add a little more spice, but you can add whatever with Blake.]

Bailey took the small bag with shaking hands. She had a bad feeling she knew what would be inside, and she was right. She gasped and dropped the bag. Her hair, her dark hair was inside that bag. She covered her mouth, suddenly feeling sick. She was thankful Daryl disappeared to get rid of the decaying bodies, because she found a nearby overgrown bush and heaved, throwing up what little she had in her stomach. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and went to pick that little bag back up, making sure the contents were still inside. How the hell could Bailey, her sister and flesh and blood, do this? Did she tell everyone what those men did to her? How their precious leader took advantage of her?

The night it happened flashed vividly through her mind. She was on watch with him, they both lost the bet. It was the night she knew this group was bad, very bad. They had walked around this cabin, closer to the shed the dead bodies occupied, when he suddenly grabbed her and forced her in the shed. He held a gun to her head and threatened that if she didn't comply, he'd kill Blake in front of her, immobilizing her and letting a walker eat the flesh off her skin, then he'd kill Bailey if she told anyone, her sister included. For at least a week, every night, he took Bailey to that shed and raped her over and over. When he was tired of her, the group and the leader tied her as a sacrifice to the dead...

Snapping back into reality, Bailey found her sister. She stormed up to her and threw the bag at Blake's feet. She raised her hand back and swung, hoping she made contact with flesh. She was too blinded with anger to notice. After spitting out words Bailey knew she'd never be able to take back, ("I hate you, I wish you would've died!") she stormed off, making sure she had her pistol holstered on her side. She didn't know where she was going, just that she wanted away from here and everyone.

---

Rick listened to Blake as she explained about the contents of the bag Daryl was to keep hidden from Bailey, and he agreed. If Blake's sister knew about it, it wouldn't be good for any of them. She could lost her cool and attract those dead fuckers to their temporary camp. "I agree.. we shouldn't let her know, not yet anyways. We need to be careful from here on out, especially about where we stay at. We'll stay here just tonight, whoever owns this place could still come back." Rick said, he was about to change the subject when he noticed Bailey storming up to the two, and boy did she look pissed.

His eyes fell on the small pouch that was thrown at Blake's feet. A loud smack and Bailey was storming off, having said something that could hurt an average person, but Blake? He wasn't sure. She was tough inside and out, someone Rick hadn't quite figured out completely himself. Rick figured Bailey would just cool of some steam, she'd be back, but he was wish Daryl to dammanation for showing Bailey the bag, after being told not to. "Are you okay?" Rick asked, not sure what else he was suppose to asked her.

Contact was made. And all Blake could do was reach up and touch her now red flesh. She stood with her face stoic as ever. Bailey didn't mean what just happened, and Blake couldn't be too mad, but if his bag was here, that meant he was around. Ricks words barely fell on her ears as she watched where her sister ran off to. She knew this would happen.

"I'm fine." She said, half lying as she picked up the bag and she finally looked inside herself. And sure enough there it was. Her hand went subconsciously over her left side where a rather nasty scar now lay. She was glad she had bound her wounds well enough to not die, but the fact that her small tattoo of Zekes name was in that bag. Her fucking skin was there.

"I'm going to find her." Blake said, but Daryl stopped her.

"I'll go, it's.my fault. Couldn't exactly hide it from her." He said to her and Blake looked at him.

"Anything happens to either of you, I'll hunt you down and beat the Shit out of.you." her words were cold, but she still headed off, her knife in her hand as she headed off into the forest. She walked.for about ten minutes before climbing into a tree and watching the sky.

--

Daryl quickly took off after Bailey, finding her trail with ease, but there was also another. The house was a trap, as he was starting to believe, or at least this guy was looking for a new group. Some.of.the bodies had been relatively new, so perhaps he was holed up there until he came.up with a.new recruiting strategy. He couldn't.know, but when he found Baily, he saw.other.tracks.

There.were now three.sets, so there.were.two others out this way, and he managed to get in front of her and he pressed a.finger to his lips as he pointed to the other tracks.

Rick wasn't sure what to believe himself. The sun was beginning to go down, and they needed everyone to get inside. He wanted to follow Blake, make complete sure she was alright, he didn't trust the tone of her voice, but he decided it best to leave her alone for a little while. She came out and Rick saw her speaking to Daryl for a minute before Daryl went off, no doubt to look for Bailey. "He'll bring her back." He said, approaching Blake. "You need to be honest with me, we don't keep secrets. No need to in the group. It wasn't just her they terrorized, was it?" Rick asked, keeping his eyes trained on Blake.

A small red mark could still be seen where Bailey had hit her, she looked so innocent and like she wouldn't hurt anyone, but this triggered something. "And what exactly happened to Bailey here? We aren't staying, we'll be leaving first thing in the morning." He said, hoping this would give the sister's some piece of mine. "I just want your honesty." Rick added on.

---

Bailey had stormed off, where to, she didn't know, but she soon found out. There it was. The tree she almost died at. Bailey would recognize it anywhere. The markings, dandelions growing nearby, she remembered screaming until her throat was raw, tears stained her cheeks. She could have been eaten alive by those.. those things out there. She hardly heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Bailey sighed softly, looking at the tree. She knew she should be alert, those things could be anywhere, but she couldn't bring herself to move her feet. Bailey almost screamed when she turned around, but there was Daryl, his finger to her mouth, pointing out another set of footprints that wasn't either of theirs.

She nodded, her hand touching his wrist and pulling it down. She looked at the footsteps. They weren't alone. Bailey looked around. "Let's go back to camp." She mouthed to Daryl. She was about to walk ahead of him when a chilling and familiar voice stopped her in her track's.

"Long time, no see, and I see you brought yourself a friend." Turning, Bailey saw the barrel of a gun pointed towards her and the man who caused her so much pain and torment standing behind it.

Blake looked at Rick and she sighed, lifting her shirt just above her left hip where the scar lay. "No secrets right? Bailey had unspeakable things.done to her. To be.honest, I can't believe she trusts another.man. But what they did to me... it wasn't right. I may not have been.taken advantage of as she had, but the scars are just as deep." She said. "Its still hard to..." She trailed off, feeling a chill run over her body. Bailey was.in trouble. She could feel it in her. She could feel her twin in danger, just as she had that night.

She.took off in a run without another word, but stopped not far off from where she saw Daryl with a raised crossbow, aiming just slightly to Bailey's left, and she turned.and saw him.

She took her gun up, and checked it. His bag still on her shoulder.

--

Daryl nodded, but before they could get too far the voice.alarmed him. He wasn't sure who this creep was, but the gun pointed at Bailey's head unnerved him, and he aimed his crossbow at him. "Why don't you just scram?" Daryl hisses, but the man laughed.

"Nah, I have some unfinished.business with this one. Clearly she.is a survivor is her sister isn't around." He.looked Bailey up and down, but soon a flaming ball came flying from the direction behind the.man, and Daryl saw it was the bag.

Then a gun cocked. "Step away from my sister." Blake's voice came, and when the man was taken off.guard, Daryl pulled Bailey behind him.

"Get your gun ready." He whispered.to her, not taking his.crossbow off the man.

But then Blake lowered her gun and walked towards the man. "I'll come, quietly if you leave them alone."

Everything that happened next went by in a fast blur. Blake took off and Rick followed, keeping up with her. He probably could've went ahead, but right now he had no idea where she was going. He caught up quickly and watched at the scene in front of him. A man he didn't recognize stood, gun aimed at Bailey's head and Daryl's crossbow aimed at the man. He knew if Daryl fired, the man could still squeeze off a shot in Bailey's direction.

Still, he sent dangerous chills up and down Bailey's spine. It had been a few months, but the night still haunted her dreams, his face and everything about him. She couldn't speak, couldn't respond, she couldn't even move, not even when she heard Blake's voice behind her. It was Blake's voice that took the man's attention off Bailey. Daryl stood protectively in front of the young girl.

What Blake said next shook Bailey to her core. No! She can't go with him! Not after what he did to her, and her sister. She just couldn't! He'd kill her! She heard the man chuckle and agree with Blake coming with him, something about it'd be the same thing, but what happened next surprised even Bailey. She had her gun up, safety off, aiming at the man's forehead, and fired. The bullet soared and went straight through his head, killing him instantly.

Bailey dropped the gun and stood there shaking. Had she just killed a man?

Blake watched the man fall to the ground before her and her head turned to Bailey who had dropped her gun. She didn't run over to comfort Bailey, she just looked at her sister as she shook, and then she walked over to the dead body and looked.down at it. Soon she walked.away and sighed a bit, finally making her way over to Bailey, seeing Daryl was.even shocked.

Blake.took her sister's head in her hands, making her look at her. "Bailey, look at me." She said, her eyes.trying.to meet her sister's gaze. Finally she managed.to. "You did nothing wrong, remember this is the world we live in now."

Blake dropped her hands and she picked up Bailey's gun, turning the safety back on before handing it to her. Blake didn't know what else to tell her, she shouldn't feel bad for killing that man. Had it been someone else, someone innocent, she would have a clue, but she had.planned.on killing him once they were out of sight.

Daryl just stood there, still shocked at the turn of events, but soon he spoke. "We need to get out of here, now. I don't think he was alone." He.said, but Bailey was still clearly shaken, so he threw.his crossbow.over.his shoulder and picked her up and began towards their.temporary camp site.

He knew that this would.take a while to get over and that hopefully she would.compose quickly, but he had a feeling she wouldn't. He didn't know if Rick and Blake were behind.him, but he assumed that they were.