Bailey was about to argue with her sister on how bad of an idea this was until she saw an arrow go through the head of one of the zombies. She groaned. "And they're shutting damned guns." She said. She followed suite with her sister, landing gracefully on the ground. A zombie grabbed her arm and she whipped around, throwing it into the tree and bashed its head in. They had finally took out the horde that trapped them up the tree. She glared over at the man who had the crossbow. "Not crazy- surviving." She said. Bailey looked at the group- it was the man with a crossbow, another who had on a beige officer shirt and jeans, a man and woman holding hands, a young boy, and an older man on crutches.
Bailey's heart dropped when the crossbow man said that the north was overrun- it seemed like they would never find a way out and somewhere safe. "I'm Bailey- this is my sister, Blake." She said, eyeing each one in the small group. "We didn't think there were anymore more survivors... not this close anyways." She said, glancing around. She shifted the bag on her shoulders. Her gaze shifted to Blake "Well, thank you..." She said and sighed. "Blake, we should go." She said. She knew these days people were hesitant about who they let in their group- and they had every right to be, too. The end days were here and there was nothing anyone could do it.
She opened the bag to make sure they had all the ammo and their weapons, but her eyes widened. "No.." She said, setting the bag down and looking through it. "My picture..." She said, shaking her head. "I've got to go back for it, Blake." She said. She had been carrying the picture with her since the epidemic broke out. It was a picture of Craig and her on the beach, posing in the sand and smiling, back when everything was okay, back when she was happy. "I can't go without it." She said, standing up. She took out her gun to have it ready, along with her dagger.
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Rick and Daryl had gone out to scavenge for wood and food when they saw the group of zombies gathered around the tree. Looking closely, he could make out two female backs. "Daryl." He whispered, pointing to the direction. After Daryl shot off the arrow, he aimed his gun and shot, walking in that direction. He took out three easily and looked over when the girls dropped down. They started taking out a couple more zombies. After they took out that group of walkers, Rick placed his gun back in its holster and walked towards the girls' with Daryl by his side.
"He's right- a tree isn't the smartest idea." Rick said, examining the girls for bites or any signs of being infected. When they mentioned leaving, Rick towards Daryl. He was about to let them leave, but he had to learn to trust- these days especially after the Woodbury incident it was hard. But he shook his head. "No, it's too dangerous. I can't have someone else's life be taken, and have it on my hands." He said, looking towards Maggie, Glenn, and Carl. Carl looked up at his head, then at the two girls. "Let's give them a chance, Dad." He said Maggie, Glenn, and Herschel both nodded as well. "Let them tag along, we need all the people we can get." Herschel said, leaning on the crutches.
"It's settled, then." Rick said, looking over at the girl named Blake. "Don't try anything funny." He said, then looked towards the other sister. "Let the photograph go- it's gone." Rick said. Bailey shook her head. "It's not just a photograph.. it's a good friend of mine.." She said softly.