Bailey watched as Daryl walked off, letting what he said soak in. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea after all. Sighing, she started to help pick up some old boards and hammer them over the window, allowing a big enough slit to allow the remaining rays of sunlight to stream through. In the light, you could see dust particles floating all over the small one roomed cabin. She was distracted from her duties when she felt Blake's hand on her arm. She walked outside with her and looked towards the shed only a few feet from the cabin.

When Blake went to find Rick, Bailey found herself moving towards the cabin. She looked inside and the smell of decomposing bodies hit her like a tidal wave, so did the memories. All the bad memories from a few months ago slammed into Bailey as she turned away from the door. Her being tied up, almost dying, and she would've if it wasn't for her fast acting sister. She remembered being touched by one of the men, and almost being raped by two. She was scared to tell Blake, and still hadn't, because they was safe at the time. Well, until she almost died.

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[I'll bring Rick into the next post.]