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.

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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.