Blake looked at Rick and she sighed, lifting her shirt just above her left hip where the scar lay. "No secrets right? Bailey had unspeakable things.done to her. To be.honest, I can't believe she trusts another.man. But what they did to me... it wasn't right. I may not have been.taken advantage of as she had, but the scars are just as deep." She said. "Its still hard to..." She trailed off, feeling a chill run over her body. Bailey was.in trouble. She could feel it in her. She could feel her twin in danger, just as she had that night.

She.took off in a run without another word, but stopped not far off from where she saw Daryl with a raised crossbow, aiming just slightly to Bailey's left, and she turned.and saw him.

She took her gun up, and checked it. His bag still on her shoulder.

--

Daryl nodded, but before they could get too far the voice.alarmed him. He wasn't sure who this creep was, but the gun pointed at Bailey's head unnerved him, and he aimed his crossbow at him. "Why don't you just scram?" Daryl hisses, but the man laughed.

"Nah, I have some unfinished.business with this one. Clearly she.is a survivor is her sister isn't around." He.looked Bailey up and down, but soon a flaming ball came flying from the direction behind the.man, and Daryl saw it was the bag.

Then a gun cocked. "Step away from my sister." Blake's voice came, and when the man was taken off.guard, Daryl pulled Bailey behind him.

"Get your gun ready." He whispered.to her, not taking his.crossbow off the man.

But then Blake lowered her gun and walked towards the man. "I'll come, quietly if you leave them alone."