[I will bring Rick into my next one as well.]

Bailey stood by the back window staring out between the boards. Two walkers were eating what looked like a dead deer and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. The virus had been loose for almost a year, and it had just been Bailey, and her twin sister Blake. She was starting to lose hope that they were the only survivors- and they wouldn't last much longer. She brought out her handgun and reloaded it with more ammo. She looked up to look at Blake when she addressed her. Bailey's eyes widened. "Leave? Blake- this is the safest place we've been in for awhile." She said, keeping her voice to a low whisper. 

Bailey stood up and gripped onto her gun, her dagger tucked in her boot, and watched as Blake took out the walker with her knife. "I just don't think we sh-" She stopped when Blake shut the door and told her there was a horde. "What?" She asked. She went to look out the window and cursed under her breath. She grabbed up what ammo they had left and the food, slinging the bag over her shoulder. She took her sister's hand and ran with her. A walker came up beside them and with quick reflexes, Bailey punched the zombie in the face and pushed it to the ground, slamming her foot into it's head several times before running again with her sister.

When they found a tree, she climbed to the very top and looked down. The horde had followed them and now they had anywhere from ten to thirteen zombies clawing at the tree. "We can't get all of them, Blake." Bailey said, trying to catch her breath. "There are just too many, and we're real low on our ammo." Bailey said softly. She remembered their life before all of this, going shopping and going to the movies. Then her thoughts trailed back to Craig, she quickly shook the memory of him out of her head as she adjusted on the branch holding onto the tree tight. "Now what?" She asked, looking at her sister for any ideas. She was what was holding them together- Bailey couldn't have done any of this without her sister.