Rick had ran out of the house with the others, Daryl was leading them away which was good he continued shooting, but tried to use his knife as much as possible just to conserve ammo. "Carl, go with the others." He said to his son. "I'm not leaving you, Dad!" He said. "I'll be behind, just go." He said and hesitantly, the young boy lowered his weapon and chased after the group heading away from the house. He slowly backed into the direction, continuing to shoot and stab all the walkers he could. He finally turned and ran to where the woods parted, where the others went into, when Blake joined him. 

"Good." Rick said, grunting. "We need to catch back up with the group, I'm not sure which way they went, I lost them trying to hold some of the walkers off." He said to her, placing his gun in its holster, but still holding onto his knife. "Come on, let's go." He said, looking back once more at the house they had been at for the past couple days. "Where did they even come from? Everything seemed alright during the night..." He said, talking more to himself then Blake.

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Everything after she woke up happened so fast. Bailey grabbed her gun and knife and her bag and ran outside, fighting off a couple walkers as she followed the rest to safety, following Daryl's lead. Once they were far enough, the group stopped to take a quick breather, but for Bailey she began to panic. "Where's Blake?" She asked, looking around. No one seemed to know and she looked back at Daryl, grabbing her gun and heading back to the direction of the house. She wasn't going to leave her sister behind, she couldn't lose her, not now. 

"I'm going to find her." She said back to him. "You're going on a suicide mission." Maggie said, trying to stop her from going. "I'm going to find my sister!" She said, jerking her arm out of Maggie's grasp as she continued walking.