Blair acted like she hadn't just cried her eyes out about something she couldn't tell them. She put her hands on the back of her hips as she looked at the group and asked, "What's the plan now?"

Daryl, being in his heightened emotional state about his brother, aimed his crossbow right at T-Dog's head which was answered by Rick pulling out his revolver and doing the same to Daryl.

Blair popped her lips at this turn of events. "Not quite what I had in mind."

"I won't hesitate. I don't care if every Walker in the city hears it." Rick was completely serious and composed with his words.

Blair went over to Rick and wiggled an arrow at him. "How many times am I going to have to point out that these are so much quieter than bullets?" Even though he wasn't even looking at her, she could tell he was giving her The Look, so she turned her attention to Daryl who was still holding his crossbow in front of T-Dog's face.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she sighed to herself then spoke to him. "Daryl, listen, I know what it's like to love someone and have something horrible happen to them. My sister was killed right in front of me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I wanted revenge, but that doesn't help anything. And right now, if you take your revenge, you're going to die for it. Are you ready to die today? You better make sure you are, because in case you didn't know, my Partner here is a damn good shot." For a bit of levity, she added in, "Not that he could really miss right now anyway. Since, you know, his gun is pressing against your temple and all."

Daryl shot Blair a look she couldn't figure out then lowered his crossbow which resulted in Rick lowering his weapon as well. After giving T-Dog one last glare, he turned to Blair and gestured to the bandana that was tied in her hair. "Can I have that?"

Blair didn't know what he wanted it for but slid it out of her hair and gave it to him.

Daryl opened it up and set it down beside Merle's hand to wrap it up in. As he picked up his brother's hand, he said, "I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs. Ain't that a bitch?" He wrapped up the hand and went over to Glenn to stick it into his backpack. Yeah, Blair had a bag with her too, but he doubted she wouldn't put up a fight about it – unlike Glenn.

Daryl went on to trying to figure out how things went down with his brother. "He must have used a tourniquet – maybe his belt. Be much more blood if he didn't." With blood on the brain, Daryl followed the trail to another door on the rooftop.

Blair notched an arrow and started to follow, but stopped when Glenn put his hand on her arm to get her attention.

"Were you serious or just saying whatever to keep Daryl from shooting T-Dog?" After hearing Blair's story about seeing her sister get killed right in front of her, he wanted to know if it was true or not.

Blair let out a deep breath before answering. "It's true. Granted she was my best friend who was like my sister, but yeah…it's true."

Glenn felt horrible for her having to go through something like that. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Blair answered as she walked away to catch up with the others and said, "you weren't the one who killed her."

T-Dog caught up with her and Glenn when they followed Rick and Daryl down the set of stairs the door led to and arrived just in time to hear Daryl call out, "Merle! You in here?!" Upon hearing how loud that echoed around them, Blair muttered, "If he's not, I sure as hell hope there aren't any Walkers either."

The blood trail led them into an office building. So far they only met up with one functional Walker which Daryl took out with his crossbow before Blair could. In the neighboring room there were two dead Walkers on the floor with a bloodied wrench beside them. Daryl was impressed to see this. "He had enough in him to take out these two sons of bitches. One handed, too. Toughest person I know, my brother. Feed him a hammer and he'd shit out nails."

"Anyone can pass out from blood loss," Rick countered, not wanting Daryl to get his hopes up too high. "No matter how tough he is."

Daryl scoffed at this. "Damn pessimist."

"He's not being pessimistic," Blair chimed in. "He's being realistic."

Rick looked back to her, saying, "Why am I getting a strong sense of dejavu?" He knew why but took that moment to tease her a little bit.

"When you've lived a thousand lifetimes, you don't even notice the dejavu anymore." Blair ignored the odds looks she was being given again and went to check out the other office.

Daryl was the only one to say something about it. "Is she crazy or something?"

Rick honestly didn't know one way or the other, but he still didn't think she was crazy. "Or something."

They continued to follow Merle's blood trail and now it brought them down into the lower level of the building. "Merle!" Daryl called out, looking around for his brother.

Blair scoffed at him incredulously. "Dude, we're not alone here. Remember?"

"Screw that," Daryl replied. "He could be bleeding out." Mocking her tone, he added in, "Remember?"

In this lower level of the office building there was a lab, and in the lab there were some lit butane burner things, along with metal press of some sort with some…uck on it. Blair winced a bit at the sight of that. "Please tell me that's not what I think it is."

"What is it?" Glenn wanted to know.

"Skin," Rick answered, not beating around the bush about it. "He cauterized the stump."

"Told you he was tough," Daryl interjected. "Nobody can kill Merle but Merle."

Blair made a gagging noise before saying, "There's a fine line between tough and insane."

Before Daryl could react to Blair's words, Rick said to him, "Don't take what Merle did on faith. He's lost a lot of blood."

"Yeah?" Daryl scoffed as he went over to the window. "That didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap."

Blair followed Daryl to the window and scoffed a 'holy crap' chuckle. "He left the building?"

Glenn walked up behind Blair to get a look at the window and the fire escape beyond that Merle used to get out of there. "Why the hell would he do that?"

"Why wouldn't he?" Daryl retorted. "He's out there alone, as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do. Surviving."

"You call that surviving?" T-Dog did not agree. "Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?"

"No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks," Daryl shot back before getting up in Rick's face. "You couldn't kill him." He then turned to face Blair and stared her down as well. "And neither could you. Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard."

To keep things from blowing up between them again, Rick turned the attention back on him by saying, "What about a thousand dead bastards? Different story?"

Daryl gave Blair another look she couldn't figure out before turning back to Rick. "Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want. I'm gonna go get him."

When Daryl tried to walk away, Rick pushed back saying, "Daryl, stop."

"Get your hands off me!" Daryl shouted back. "You can't stop me!"

"Does self-preservation mean nothing to you?!" Blair practically hissed at Daryl. "I mean, oh my god, why not sound off a bull-horn and let every Walker in the building know where we are?"

Glenn guided Blair away from Daryl and Rick, saying, "How about you take your own advice about self-preservation and walk away?"

Blair was about to shoot something at Glenn but caught Rick's Look and slumped her shoulders as she let Glenn guide her away without argument.

Once Glenn guided her over to the far end of the lab, he took his hands off her shoulders. "Please don't punch me for that."

Blair sighed heavily. "I won't. You were right, I was pushing too many buttons."

Glenn's eyes widened in surprised when he heard her say that and took the opportunity to say, "I'm sorry, could you repeat that? Did you just say I was right?"

"It'll never happen again," Blair replied and waved her hand around his face, saying, "And wipe that look off your face before I punch you for it."

Glenn chuckled, "Ohhhh, it'd be so worth it."

Blair lightly backhanded him instead, with a bit of a grin on her face then sighed deeply. "I can't help thinking if I was in Daryl's shoes and it was my sister…I'd be doing the exact same thing."

Glenn didn't like the sound of that but he could see it. "Without the racist remarks, I hope."

"Of course," Blair answered with a 'pfft' and wave of her hand. "But they would be replaced by a lot of swearing and calling people idiots."

Glenn waved his hand like she did with a 'pfft' and said, "Of course."

This time Blair did punch Glenn in the arm before going back over to Rick to find out what the plan was.

Glenn rubbed his arm and watched her go, chuckling, "So worth it."

The plan was they were going to search for Merle a few blocks after getting the bag of guns. Now this was more along the lines of what she thought was going to happen the last time she asked what the plan was. Okay…not exactly but at least they had an idea and ideas almost always led to a plan.

Blair listened to Glenn's idea accompanied by his marker drawn map on the floor and thought he was insane. He wanted to go alone and get the bag of guns. "Dude, no."

Rick agreed with her on that. "You're not doing it alone."

"Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't like you much," Daryl interjected.

Glenn was quick to defend his plan. "It's a good idea, okay, if you would just hear me out. If we go out there in a group we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast. Look." He placed a paperclip on his drawn-out map on the floor. "That's the tank, five block from where we are now." He then put a piece of paper near the clip. "That's the bag of guns." Moving his hand to a nearby part of the map, he added in, "Here's the alley I dragged you and Blair into when we first met. That's where Daryl and I will go."

"Why him?" Blair asked the same time Daryl asked, "Why me?"

"No offense Blair, but you have a habit for aiming for their heart first and head second." That's the reason he gave her anyway, when really he didn't want to put her solo into a dangerous situation.

"Am I seriously never going to live that down?" Blair asked in an 'unbelievable' tone. "I told you - I'm used to killing the Vampire variety of the walking dead – not the Walker variety."

Rick was getting used to saying to people, "She says stuff like that. You'll get used to it," whenever anything like that came out of her mouth. Given the faces on those present, he had to say it then, too.

Glenn, moving on like Blair didn't just say something insane, placed another item on the map. "Daryl will wait in the alley here while I run up the street and grab the bag."

"You got the rest of us elsewhere?" Rick wanted to know, and Glenn had an answer for that.

"You, Blair, and T-Dog will be in this alley here." He placed an eraser on the map.

Rick noted the location and questioned it. "Two blocks away? Why?"

"I may not be able to come back the same way," Glenn reasoned. "Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won't go back to Daryl. I'll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. Afterwards, we'll all meet back here."

Daryl actually looked a bit impressed by Glenn's plan. "Hey, kid, what'd you used to do before all this?"

Glenn's answer was, "Delivered pizzas. Why?"

Blair laughed at that. "Dude, that explains so much." After a moment, she added in, "Gotta admit, it's a good plan but I vote to make a change."

Rick already had a feeling he didn't like where this was going. "Which is?"

Blair was prepared for Rick's Look when she said, "I go instead of Glenn."

Rick, Glenn, and even Daryl objected to that all while T-Dog was just sitting back and observing. "No way," Glenn interjected through the objections. "You don't know the city."

"I have a better memory than probably all of you combined, so I know where I'm going and where to go next," Blair countered. "And besides, I'm fast and I have a weapon in case things go sideways where I can't get to either alley. So, I vote me."

"That's not happening," Rick firmly replied. "Glenn has got this covered."

Blair patted Rick on the back saying, "I'm going instead of Glenn. You can lecture me later."

"For the record, I don't like this plan," Daryl said to Blair as he climbed down the ladder into the alley before her.

"You liked it when Glenn was the runner and I was the one with Rick and T-Dog," Blair countered as she skipped the last few rungs and jumped to the ground. She pulled another bandana from her pocket and tied back her hair as she said, "If it's easier for you to process, the plan just went from one Korean to another."

Daryl's brow furrowed for a second. "I thought he was a Chinaman."

Blair rolled her at that. "Better than calling him a Chink." With her hair tied back and bow in hand, she went through the metal gate fence into the street. Blair stayed low as she scurried along the sidewalk, hiding behind the cars as she went. There were definitely Walkers around but nowhere near as many as there were when she went on the little stroll with Rick and Glenn to the construction site.

When Blair reached the bag of guns there was a Walker within a few feet from her so she quickly notched an arrow and got it right in the head. After quickly getting the arrow back, she grabbed the bag of guns and Rick's hat then headed back to the alleyway. Since she couldn't exactly fire and arrow with the gun bag in hand she put it over her shoulder and held the arrow in hand in case she needed to drive it into a Walker's head instead.

Blair got back to the alley with no more issues with the Walkers, but it was the living that were a problem now. There were two guys beating up Daryl on the ground. She threw the bag to the side and shouted, "Get away from him!" Blair kicked the knees out of one of them but that resulted in her getting cracked in the head by the other. She cried out in pain when she fell the ground and got kicked in the ribs.

The guy pulled Blair up by her hair, making her cry out again and try to fight back but she was disoriented, and it didn't get her very far. "Let me go!" she shouted followed by, "Daryl!"

Daryl, who was also a bit disoriented by his own beating, heard her call out his name. "Blair!" he called back and got to his knees to fire an arrow from his crossbow at one of the guys, but they still pulled a screaming Blair through the gate and into a car that sped up to them.

Daryl ran to the gate as the car sped off, "Give her back you sons of bitches!" He had to close the gate because the Walkers were drawn to all the shouting and were closing in now.

With the gate closed, he turned around to the younger guy that was with the others who took Blair. He was about to start wailing into him for answers but Rick stopped him. "I'm gonna kick your nuts up in your throat!" he shouted at the teenager.

Glenn saw the bag of guns but didn't see Blair and instantly thought the worse. "Where's Blair? Where is she?!"

"They took her!" Daryl shouted back. "That little bastard and all little homie friends. I'm gonna stomp your ass!"

Rick could see the presence of Walkers growing outside the gate so he said to T-Dog and Glenn, "Take him to the lab. Go!" So they grabbed hold of the teen and took him along with Rick and Daryl right behind them. Getting to safety was step one, finding Blair was next. They wouldn't be any good to her if they were dead or Walkers themselves.

Blair was knocked unconscious on the way to wherever the hell she was being taken and came to inside what looked like an old factory of some sort. Finding her hands and ankles were bound behind her back with duct tape really made her wish she had her claws right then.

The leader of the group, Guillermo, approached with an interested look on his face. "I hear you've got some fire in you. What else you got?" He reached out to touch her face and she tried to bite him in reply. "Feisty little thing. I like that."

"If you value your life, I suggest you let me go right now," Blair seethed at him, lunging forward a little.

"You really aren't in the position here to be making any demands," he chuckled back. "But, out of curiosity, why should I let you go?"

Blair smiled in mock sweetness. "If you let me go now, I'll let you live. If you wait until my Partner comes to get me, then I will kill you myself. I've killed the living before, I'll damn well do it again if I have to."

Guillermo laughed at her again, not taking her seriously. "Tape her mouth. I'm sick of hearing her voice. Bag her, too. Then we'll see how tough she is."

Blair tried to get away from getting duct tape put over her mouth and a burlap bag over her head, but she couldn't get far and thus they were put in place.

The whole time Blair was bound and bagged, she tried to get out of the duct tape. She hoped that even the slightest bit of her super strength would kick in but there was nothing supernatural about her in this world, so that wasn't going to be any help.

She kept at it for...she didn't know how long before being pulled to her feet and lifted up onto someone's shoulders. Blair had no idea where she was being taken but she knew they were going upstairs. Finally, she was set down and steadied by two men before the bag was taken off her head. Down below she could see Daryl, Glenn, and Rick with weapons in hand talking to Guillermo. They were clearly outnumbered, and she had no idea at the moment how she was going to get out of this, but she saw Rick's expression and knew he was asking her to trust him…so she did.

After being brought down from the rooftop, the bag was taken off her head once again and this time the duct tape was cut from her wrist and ankles before being ripped from her mouth. "Stay here," Guillermo said to Blair before taking off.

It took Blair a moment to realize where she was because she felt like she'd just been dropped in the middle of a nursing home. There were elderly people all around her sitting at tables and such. "Where the hell am I?"

"You watch your language, child," an elderly woman said to her. "Children these days have no respect."

Blair was at a loss for words – literally. "I need a drink," she said aloud and was given a paper cup of water by another elderly woman with a sweet smile. "Not quite what I had in mind, but thanks."

"We're all out of the hard stuff, honey, but we make do," she laughed and guided her over to a table where another woman and man were seated. "You play bridge, honey? We could use a forth."

"Once upon a lifetime I did," Blair replied as she sat, honestly starting to think she was hallucinating all this by getting hit in the head too hard or lack of oxygen from the sack or something.

"It's like riding a bike," the man interjected in a wise tone. "You never forget."

"I'm surprised you even remember what a bike is," the other woman added in, making everyone at the table – Blair included – get a good laugh from it.

Blair was still playing bridge with them when she saw Guillermo lead in Rick and the others. "Excuse me," she said to them and ran right over to Rick, hugging him tight. "Is this real? Are you real?"

Rick hugged her back and said, "This is your reality."

Blair laughed in relief as she looked at him, Glenn, T-Dog, and Daryl. "I thought I was hallucinating all this or something. I mean, one second I'm bound and gagged and the next I'm playing bridge. What the hell is going on here?"

"That what I'm about to find out," Rick told her and looked over to Glenn, saying, "Don't let her out of your sight," before going over to Guillermo to have a word with him.

Glenn nodded in an 'of course' manner. "You got it."

Blair pressed her finger into Glenn's chest, saying, "This does not give you permission to look at my ass."

"No one has permission to look at her ass," Rick said in a protective manner then cocked his head for them to follow. "Come on. You're going to want to hear this."

When Guillermo brought the group to his office and told them that the staff of the nursing home left the elderly there to die, along with how he was the custodian of the place and stayed with Filipe – one of the nurses – Blair almost couldn't believe it. At one point, she cut him off saying, "Hold on. You're the nice guys yet bound me, taped my mouth shut, and put a sack over my head?"

"Part of that was for show for your friends here," Guillermo waved his hand to gesture to Rick and the others. "But mostly it was because we believed your threats. You got the eyes of a fighter and we did not doubt you'd fight your way out of this place. Bringing you to the old people seemed like the safest bet to keep that from happening."

"What about the others of your crew?" Rick wanted to know. "Who are they?"

"Some of the Vatos trickle in to see their parents, grandparents. Sometimes they see how things are and decide to stay," Guillermo explained. "Good thing, too. We need the muscle. The people we've encountered since things fell apart, the worst kind – plunderers, the kind that take by force."

"That's not who we are," Rick countered, wanting him to understand that.

"How was I to know that?" Guillermo asked in reply. "My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage – appearances."

T-Dog sighed, "I guess the world changed."

"No," Guillermo corrected. "It's the same as it ever was. The weak get taken. So we do what we can here. The Vatos work on those cars, talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathroom by themselves, so that's just a dream. Still, it keeps the crew busy, and that's worth something. So we barred all the windows, welded all the doors shut except for one entrance. The Vatos, they go out, scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day and we wait. The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why."

"Because they can," Rick answered and started to hand over half the guns they had.

Blair understood why Rick was giving over the guns but there was something missing she wanted back. "Where's my bow?"

"We're keeping that," Guillermo answered. "My girl Alli knows how to use it – been looking for one for her. Sorry, chica, but you're not getting it back."

Blair felt like she was going to lose it, and Rick could see this. He quickly said to her, "Don't do anything rash, Blair."

"That weapon means something to me, Rick. It connects me to a part of my past that I actually liked." Blair couldn't make herself any clearer than that without explaining it all – which he wouldn't believe anyway.

Things were going well this far and Rick didn't want things to go south because of the bow and arrows. "I give you my word I'll replace them one day. Alright? You have my word."

Blair hated it but she stopped putting up a fight about it. She clearly wasn't happy when she threw up her hand in a 'whatever' way and stormed out of the office.

Glenn was going to go after her but stopped when he saw the look on Daryl's face. To Glenn, Daryl looked like he was debating whether or not to go after her himself. Glenn had no idea what to make about that, but he realized he didn't care for it very much.

When the group finally took their leave, Daryl spotted a box of weapons and noticed something inside. While the others were heading for the exit, he took that moment to check it out. Daryl pulled out a pair of black metal Nunchucks that had pink dragons etched into them.

Guillermo saw he was checking out their weapons cache and told him where they got those. "Found them at a pawn shop we scavenged recently. No one here knows how to use them."

"I'm taking them," Daryl said decisively and slipped them into his belt, making sure his shirt was pulled down to cover them.

Guillermo didn't put up a fight about it since they were keeping the compound bow and half their guns, but he did want to know something. "Why?"

"I know someone who might be able to put them to use," was all Daryl said about that then walked away to catch up with the others.

Guillermo didn't need to be told who those were for, he had a strong suspicion.

The group of them didn't meet any trouble as they walked back to the tracks. Glenn saw how Rick was still wearing the Sheriff's hat and joked, "Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat."

"Don't tell anybody," Rick joked right back.

Daryl still was fuming a bit about the weapons giveaway and made his opinion known then. "You gave away half our guns and ammo. For what? A bunch of old farts that are gonna die momentarily anyhow. Seriously, how long do you think they've got?"

"How long to any of us have?" Blair asked in reply. "Seriously, how long do you think we've got? No one knows what's gonna happen, especially in this world we live in now. There's no estimated timetable for how long someone is going to live – not anymore."

Their conversation was cut short when they turned the corner and found their truck was not where they left it. "Please tell me we took a wrong turn," Blair hopefully pleaded but knew that wasn't the case.

"Where the hell is our truck?" Daryl asked, followed by Glenn saying, "We left it right there. Who would take it?"

Rick's answer was simple enough. "Merle."

Even Daryl had a bit of concern with that information. "He's gonna be taking a bit of vengeance back to camp."

Blair did not like the sound of that one bit –especially since Rick's wife and son were there. "Then I suggest we run." She was about to start running when the others did, but was stopped but Daryl.

"Here," he said to her, handing over the Nunchucks. "I grabbed these for you."

Blair tentatively accepted them because she was shocked. "Why?"

Daryl shrugged. "They're pretty. Tough. Like you." Before she could react to that, he took off running after the others.

Blair wanted to process this but she sure as hell didn't have the time for it. Picking up her pace double time, she ran to catch up with the group before she ended up getting left behind.

It was dark as they ran up the road in the mountain leading to the camp. Blair kept hoping they'd get there in time but who knew how much of a head start Merle had on them in the truck. She paused with the others just for a second when they heard gunshots. This time, she was the first to take off running and made it in the lead because she didn't have guns or tools or anything like that weighing her down like the others did. Blair didn't even stop when Rick called out for her to. If there was something she could do to help them then she was damn well going to do it.

When she got to camp, she was expecting to see Merle raining hell on them but it wasn't Merle…it was Walkers. Blair held onto one of the Nunchucks and swung around the other before tapping into a skill from the past and did her thing. She wailed into the Walkers one right after the others, smashing their brains in like pudding. Her goal was to find Rick's family and make sure they were safe.

After taking down another Walker, she spotted them by Dale's RV. She was about to run over there but heard her name being called out in warning by Glenn. When Blair turned around there was a Walker right behind her, ready to bite. She didn't even have a chance to react before seeing Daryl smash its head in with the butt of his shotgun. "Dude…Thank you," she said to him, still catching her breath.

"Don't mention it," was his answer before taking off to deal with the last couple of remaining Walkers.

Glenn was panting in fear and worry when she rushed over to Blair. "Are you okay? Were you bit? Anything?" Even thought she was wearing her leather jacket he still looked her over to make sure.

"I'm fine," Blair informed but he still looked worried so she placed her hands on his shoulders and looked him square in the eyes. "Dude, I'm fine."

Glenn heard her and nodded in understanding. "Good…good."

Blair could see that he was freaking out so she hugged him, hoping that would get him to calm down a little bit. It worked because he hugged her back and his breathing slowed. After a couple more moment, she pulled from the hug to look for Rick and spotted him with Lori and Carl. A lot of people were lost from the attack but Blair was so relieved that Rick's family wasn't among them.

Blair turned around when she heard Andrea crying out for her sister Amy who was bitten by the Walkers. It made her flash back to when Elena was killed and she couldn't take it. Blair moved away from Glenn and walked as far off as she could without putting herself at risk. This time, Daryl did follow after her.

"What are you doing going off alone? There could be more out here. You stupid or something?" Daryl was about to ream into her more about it but stopped when he realized she was crying.

"Leave me alone, Daryl," Blair shot back, trying to keep her voice from breaking.

Daryl stepped closer saying, "I'm not going to comfort you if that's what you're worried about. But I am going to stand here and make sure you don't get your ass bit by a stray Walker."

"My hero," Blair sarcastically replied, not looking at him because she was still crying.

Daryl turned his head to look at her when he said, "I'm keeping a tally." It surprised Daryl how seeing Blair crack a smile for a moment made him feel. It was confusing as hell and he wasn't sure he liked it very much and yet…he wanted to feel it again.

Blair wiped her tears away with another spare bandana—she knew those would come in handy – and finally turned to face him. "You do that. But if you ever try to be my 'hero' again, I'll punch you." She made sure to put air quotes around the word hero.

Daryl scoffed an unimpressed scoff at her when she said that, all the while thinking it'd be worth it.

End Episode 4