Blake waved to everyone as they got introduced, and she gave a sigh as they walked towards the shelter they had. Blake had remained quiet for a while, her knife back in its place and her hands in her pockets. She was going to observe for a while, but when watch came up, her sister volunteered before she could so she backed off. Blake didn't sleep much as it was, but when Daryl volunteered with her sister, she knew she would be alright.

Daryl came off like the type that could handle his own. And that put her at ease, but it also made her wonder. This group was pretty solid, hence how they had survived, but she still wondered. She walked about, examining tue area around their shelter before she felt a hand on her shoulder. She had her hand on her knife before she saw it was that Maggie woman.

"Sorry." She apologized, "been more jumpy lately." She said before she moved her hand and Maggie waved it off.

"It's alright. Come on, Rick wanted to talk to you. Said you seemed anlittle distant." She said.

"Just trying to figure things out." Blake said, "And trying to learn to trust. Nothing against you guys, but we are all still strangers." She said.

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Daryl looked to Bailey. "Not really a bitch. It's effective and quieter than guns." He said. He was always better with hunting than anything, so this was his element, despite the world being in ruin.

He offered to take first watch with Bailey, and after they got situated, the silence over came them. "So," he began after a few minutes, "it's just been you and your sister?" He asked her before he turned his head from her to the area around them. They needed a new place, one that was more stable, like the prison was.

His mind was heavy, like it always was. They had lost so many people, so many lives they saw just gone, and things were going more to hell each day.

TO BE FINISHED