The following morning, Rick was up before most of the others in the group. He made his way outside to make sure everything was still okay, it seemed to be and he went back inside, looking towards the two sisters who had joined the group just yesterday evening. "Dad." He turned to the whisper of his son, Carl, who was motioning for him to come outside so they could talk. "Everything alright?" Rick asked, placing a hand on Carl's shoulder. "Yeah, I just wanted to talk about.. them." He said, meaning the sisters. "What about?" Rick asked, looking around to make sure they were still in the clear. "Do you really think it's a good idea to be taking in more people? After the prison and with supplies running low?" Carl asked his father.

Rick gave him a stern look. "We need all the people we can get since the prison, Carl." He said, removing his hand from the boy's shoulder. "I just do-" Rick stopped him as groaning came from their left. Bringing out his gun, Rick aimed it to the sound, Carl following suite. It started with one walker stumbling out, then came another, Rick watched in horror as more came. He ran back inside the cabin to get everyone up and out as Carl started shooting, Maggie and Glenn helping him out. "We need to go!" He yelled to Daryl.

Bailey stirred in her sleep, but when she heard Rick's voice she shot straight up. "What's going on?" She asked sleepily and she saw the panic in Rick's face, which alarmed her. Getting up, she looked outside and noticed the growing horde heading towards the cabin. "Shit." She said, grabbing her stuff and her photograph.