Contact was made. And all Blake could do was reach up and touch her now red flesh. She stood with her face stoic as ever. Bailey didn't mean what just happened, and Blake couldn't be too mad, but if his bag was here, that meant he was around. Ricks words barely fell on her ears as she watched where her sister ran off to. She knew this would happen.

"I'm fine." She said, half lying as she picked up the bag and she finally looked inside herself. And sure enough there it was. Her hand went subconsciously over her left side where a rather nasty scar now lay. She was glad she had bound her wounds well enough to not die, but the fact that her small tattoo of Zekes name was in that bag. Her fucking [I]skin[/I] was there. 

"I'm going to find her." Blake said, but Daryl stopped her. 

"I'll go, it's.my fault. Couldn't exactly hide it from her." He said to her and Blake looked at him.

"Anything happens to either of you, I'll hunt you down and beat the Shit out of.you." her words were cold, but she still headed off, her knife in her hand as she headed off into the forest. She walked.for about ten minutes before climbing into a tree and watching the sky.

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Daryl quickly took off after Bailey, finding her trail with ease, but there was also another. The house was a trap, as he was starting to believe, or at least this guy was looking for a new group. Some.of.the bodies had been relatively new, so perhaps he was holed up there until he came.up with a.new recruiting strategy. He couldn't.know, but when he found Baily, he saw.other.tracks. 

There.were now three.sets, so there.were.two others out this way, and he managed to get in front of her and he pressed a.finger to his lips as he pointed to the other tracks.