Blake could feel the tension run over herself and Bailey. This had been a bad place, a bad time, and probably only still so preserved because it was where bad things happened. It was fucked up how he world worked that way. Finally Blake found Rick and she approached him. "Rick, I-" She began but soon Daryl came towards them. 

"Rick, I found this in one of the cabinets. Inside." He said, holding up a bag that bore no dust but it.looked.familiar to Blake. "Can't have been left here.long."

"That's not good." She said, and Daryl looked over to her. "As we've said before, Bailey and I were in a group with some.bad people. We've been through here before, it was the night that we left their group. This concerns me."

She took the bag into her hands. "I'm taking next watch. Bailey can't know this was found." She said, handing it back to Daryl.

"Why?" He asked.

"She won't react well. It belonged to the man that left her for deadie bait." She said, walking back towards Bailey.

"It makes me wonder why Blake isn't afraid." He said to Rick a bit off handed.