AN: So... I was writing this chapter for the past couple of days. I kept taking breaks because I was writing for hours. And I was like, wow this chapter is taking forever to write. I didn't realize just how much I actually wrote. I wrote 23 pages. I normally do 15. So this chapter is very long, much longer than I meant to do, but I just could not stop writing, so I hope you enjoy this extra long chapter.

"Hey, are you alive in there?" Bailey stares at the radio in shock, while Rick proceeds to slam his head up on the metal roof. She winces in pain for him. Rick moves towards the radio and picks it up frantically.

"Hello, hello."

"There you are." The voice on the other end says. Bailey moves to kneel beside Rick. "You had me wondering. Is the girl alive too?"

"Yes, she's fine. We're both fine." Rick tells him. "Where are you? Outside? Can you see me right now?"

"Yeah, I can see you. You're surrounded by walkers. That's the bad news."

"There's good news?" Rick asks.

"No." Bailey scoffs.

"Peachy." She grumbles.

"Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here." Rick's eyes met Bailey. She was still beyond scared and angry, but she was beginning to calm down. "We both are." He tells the guy.

"Oh man. You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak-out."

"You are not helping." Bailey snaps into the radio.

"Sorry." The guy says.

"Got any advice for us?" Rick asks.

"Yeah, I'd say make a run for it." The two exchanged shocked looks.

"Is he serious?" Bailey asks. "There has to be about a thousand of walkers out there."

"That's it?" Rick asks into the radio. "Make a run for it?"

"My way's not as dumb as it sounds. You've got eyes on the outside here. There's one geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down." Bailey shivers at the memory of its' cries. "You with me so far?" Rick looks over at Bailey.

"So far." He responds back.

"Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you both move now, while they're distracted you stand a chance. Got ammo?"

"In that duffel bag I dropped out there, and guns. Can I get to it?"

"Forget the bag, okay? It's not an option. What do you have on you?"

"Hang on." Rick says as he begins to search the tank.

"He's checking. I have melee weapons. A knife, a machete, an ax. I also have a pistol with a full clip and another three clips in my backpack, I have also two boxes of rounds."

"Holy shit." The guy says, causing her to snort.

"I use the gun as a last resort." She explains. "That's why I have so much ammo."

"I've got a beretta with one clip," Rick says as he takes back the radio's speaker. "Fifteen wounds."

"Make 'em count." The guys says. "Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, maybe fifty yards. Be there." Bailey takes out her machete, it was smaller and easier to handle in small spaces.

"Hey, what's your name?" Bailey raises an eyebrow at Rick.

"Have you been listening? You're running out of time."

"Right." Rick grabs the shovel that hung in the tank and looks at Bailey. "You ready?"

"It's now or never." She says. After a few deep breaths, Rick opens the hatch. She lets him go first and knock down the few walkers on top of the tank. Bailey follows him out and they rush off the tank. She doesn't spare a glance at the horse. Rick fires on the walkers in the area, while Bailey cuts their heads. They rush to the alley where an Asian boy is, looking to only be in his early twenties.

"Whoa!" He exclaims when he sees Rick with the gun. "Not dead! Come on! Come on!" They rush into the alley. "Back here!" Rick keeps firing behind them.

"Don't waste the ammo, just keep running." Bailey snaps. "This is why I don't use guns."

"Come on, come on." They move towards a latter and she is quick to follow the kid as he began to climb it. Rick keeps firing.

"Move it, Rick!" She yells down.

"What are you doing? Come on!" The boy shouts. She doesn't look down. She just keeps going. She was never much of a fan of heights. They reach the fire escape and stare down at the horde.

"Jesus." She mumbles. "Talk about a mob of crazies." The boy chuckles.

"Nice move there, Clint Eastwood." He tells Rick before looking at Bailey. "You too Lara Croft." She snorts. "You guys the new sheriffs, come riding in to clean up the town?"

"It wasn't my intention." Rick says.

"Yeah, whatever, yeehaw. You're still a dumbass." He glances over at Bailey. "You're not as bad." She shrugs in response. She's been called worse, it doesn't bother her too badly.

"Rick, thanks." He held his hand out to the boy.

"Glenn. You're welcome." He shook Rick's hand.

"Yeah, I'm Bailey and this is swell and everything, but I rather get out of here soon. How about that?"

"Oh, no." They all look down to see the walkers trying to climb.

"Yeah, let's get out of here." Glenn turns and looks up, causing them to look with him.

"Bright side, it'll be the fall that kills us." The latter went up really high. Bailey swallows nervously. "I'm a glass half full kind of guy."

"Um, how about I go first so that way if I lose my grip one of you can help. How does that sound?" She asks, her voice a little higher than normal.

"Another fear?" Rick asks.

"Shut up." She snaps. "You can't judge me on the other thing. Not after the hell you put us through." Rick grimaces.

"Can't argue with that." He admits.

"Let's go." She begins to climb up. "And you better not touch my ass without good reason." She calls back. She focuses on up ahead rather than down below. When she got to the top of the building, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have a group in the city. I'll take you back there with them." Glenn says once they were all up there. "Follow me." They went through the building that was on top of the building, it was the only way they could access the small bridge that connected it to the other building. Bailey made sure to not look down for that either.

"Are you the one that barricaded the alley?" Rick asks Glenn.

"Somebody did," He helped pull Bailey up over the wall to land on the other building.

"Thanks." He gives her a nod.

"I guess when the city got overrun." He finishes his sentence. He started off again, running across the building, causing them to follow him. "Whoever did it was thinking not many geeks would get through."

"Back at the tank, why'd you stick your neck out for me?" Rick asks as the two open the hatch that lead to the latter below.

"Call it foolish, naive hope," He shrugs off his backpack. "That if I'm ever that far up shit creek," He tosses his bag down and moves to the latter. "Somebody might do the same for me."

"No offence, kid, but this is kind of a dog eat dog world now. Rick and I appreciate what you did, but I doubt others would be as kind as you. I mean, I'm not one to talk, I am traveling with some guy I just met…."

"Guess I'm a bigger dumbass than you." Glenn shrugs, but Bailey couldn't help, but notice him now looking at her with more interest now that he knew Rick and her were basically strangers.

"Don't even think it kid. You're almost half my age." He blushes and heads down the latter. She follows after him with Rick following after her, closing the hatch after them. They came into a building that looked abandoned, no doubt like all the others in the city.

"Come on." Glenn says quietly as he rushes them to the other side of the room where an exit door was. They head outside where a flight of stares were. "I'm back." He says into a walkie. "Got two guests plus four geeks in the alley." They rush down the stairs with the walkers growling to meet them. Bailey grabs her ax and rushes forward, chopping the heads off and taking out all four walkers. "Woah." He says.

"They're slow and if there's not too many then you can take them out pretty quickly. You just have to be careful and quick, don't let yourself get cornered." She tells them just as two guys rush out into the alley with bats, only to pause as they took in the fallen walkers. "Don't worry, boys, I got it." She tells them.

"You're so cool." Glenn says, causing her to roll her eyes, an amuse smile coming to her lips. "Let's go. Before more show up." Glenn says as they rush across the alley to the other building.

"Morales, let's go." One of the men calls from behind them. As soon as they entered the building a blonde haired woman tossed Rick into a stack of palates.

"You son of a bitch. We ought to kill you." The girl points a gun at Rick's face with the safety on.

"Just chill out, Andrea. Back off." One of the men from before says, this one being the other one, Morales.

"Come on, ease up." A black woman says.

"Ease up? You're kidding me, right? We're dead because of this stupid asshole."

"Yeah, well, this stupid asshole made a mistake." Bailey cocks her pistol, keeping it leveled to Andrea's temple. "People make mistakes. He panicked and in the heat of the moment, he used his gun and alerted more of the walkers. It was a stupid mistake, a rookie mistake, but you know what? That's what he is. A stupid rookie. He's new to this. He made a mistake and he's going to fix it by getting us all here. Not put down the gun or I will shoot."

"You shoot me then I shoot him." The blonde says, causing Bailey to scuff. She grabs the blonde gun, causing the girl to pull the trigger, but nothing happened.

"The safety's on." She told her. "Have you ever used a gun before?" She takes the safety off and cocks the gun before handing it back to the blonde. "You want to shoot us then go ahead. It won't solve anything. He fucked up, he understands that. Now, give him a chance to fix it. It's your choice." She flicks the safety of her pistol on, takes out the loaded bullet, and puts the gun back behind her back, waiting for Andrea to make her choice.

She backs off. "We're dead. All of us. Because of you." She says, sounding rather emotional. Bailey could understand where the girl was coming from. Bailey wanted to kill Rick herself when they had gotten trapped by the tank, but she also understood Rick's side too because she had panicked just like him. It was human error, a mistake that could or rather will be fixed.

"We need to relax. We'll get out of here, we just need to think of a plan." Bailey tells them all.

"I don't understand." Bailey sighs and gives Rick a look. He still had coma brain apparently. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the gunshots alerted all the walkers and brought them to the area, these people are in that area, which means they were trapped with a herd of walkers, much like the rest of them.

"Look," Morales says. "We came into the city to scavenge supplies." He leads Rick further into the building. "You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving! You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral." They were led into a small store where a herd of walkers were standing before the glass doors. "Every geek for miles around heard you popping off rounds."

"You just rang the dinner bell." Andrea says.

"Get the picture now?" Morales asks.

"Like I said, he'll fix this. We just need a plan and we'll get out of here. Worst comes to worst we can lock ourselves up on the roof, wait until the walkers clear out, and then slowly make our way back down." Bailey says, but they ignored what she said. More focused on the walker who had grabbed a rock and was using it to smash the glass. Thankfully it had two sets of double doors, it'll make breaking in a bit harder.

"What the hell were you doing out there anyway?" Andrea asks.

"Trying to flag the helicopter." Bailey does a double take. Was he really trying to flag a helicopter that wasn't there? She didn't see it nor hear it like Rick did.

"Rick, let me see your side." Bailey demanded.

"Helicopter? Man, that's crap." The second guy from the alley says. "Ain't no damn helicopter."

"You were chasing a hallucination, imaging things. It happens." Rick let out a groan as Bailey forces his shirt out from under his belt.

"I saw it. Ow." Rick grunts.

"Is that…" The black woman trails off.

"He's bit." Andrea snaps.

"No, he got shot." Bailey cuts in. "He's been in a coma for the past month. That is why he is popping off shots. He's new to all of this. Now, he's just trying to find his family." She felt around the wound. "I think it's infected. I got some meds in my bag, not much, but a few. Antibiotics." She shrugs off her bag and begins to look through it. "You have a bit of a fever, but this will bring it down. I also have a bottle of water, you should drink it, and have some peanut butter crackers." She handed him over the bottle of water with two pills. He took the pills and drained it with water. She handed him over the crackers next. "And before all of you start searching for me, that's all I got." She lies. "I was running low on supplies when I ran into Rick." She zips her bag up, puts her padlock on the zippers, she started doing that even before the world ended.

"Hey, T-Dog, try that C.B. Can you contact the others?" Morales asks the second guy.

"Others? The refugee center?" Rick asks.

"Yeah, the refugee center. They've got biscuits waiting at the oven for us." The black woman says sarcastically.

"Got no signal." T-Dog says.

"The walls are made of thick concrete, you won't get any signal down here." Bailey says.

"Maybe the roof." T-Dog says just as gunshots goes off.

"Now, I know that wasn't us this time." Bailey says.

"Oh no. Is that Dixon?" Andrea asks.

"What is that maniac doing?" The black woman asks.

"Come on, let's go." Glenn orders. They rush up to the roof as more shots goes off.

"Hey, Dixon!" Morales shouts as they rush out onto the roof. "Are you crazy?" The man, Dixon, stood on the edge of the building. He looked like some redneck with his rugged appearance. Dark jeans, black boots, black tank top, and a leather vest. He also looked high as fuck.

He started laughing rather maniallically and continued to shoot. "Oh, jeez." Andrea says.

"Huh? Hey!" He greets, clearly only now noticing them. "Y'all ought to be more polite to a man with a gun!" Bailey rolls her eyes at that. She knew men like him. Complete assholes who try to act all tough and badass. They take pleasure in hurting others and are never any use to society. They're just assholes who go out of their way to cause problems. Bailey met plenty of men like him, especially in her line of work. "Huh?" He drops down from the edge of the roof to the floor with a rather disgusting grunt. "Only common sense."

"Man, you're wasting bullets we ain't even got!" T-Dog says, his voice going high with his anger. Dixon just laughs. "And you're bringing even more of them down our ass! Man, just chill." Bailey could tell right away that this guy was your typical white trash redneck. Racist, sexist, an overall pig. Being yelled at by a black man would no doubt cause problems.

"Hey! Bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day. Now I'm gonna take orders from you?" Bailey could see where this was going. "I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day."

"That'll be the day? You got something you want to tell me?" T-Dog asks, causing morales to step in.

"Hey, T-Dog man, just leave it."

"No." T-Dog says, waving him off.

"Alright? It ain't worth it. Now, Merle, just relax, okay? We've got enough trouble."

"You want to know the day?" Merle asks.

"Yeah." T-Dog says.

"I'll tell you the day. Mr. 'Yo'. It's the day I take orders from a nigger." Bailey sighs as the fight breaks out. She looks over at Rick to see him planning something. The rest are yelling for them to stop, but not a single steps in. Rick jumps in and gets punched in the face, causing him to stumble back. Bailey shakes her head, watching as they scream, but are too afraid to step in. The man punches T-Dog over and over, clearly the stronger man. Even when T-Dog is down the man keeps going. Bailey drops her bag down with her ax and takes her brace knuckles and clicks the button on her boots, revealing blades coming from the toes and heel.

"We said that's enough." She says as she walks over.

"What do we got-" She doesn't give him a second, she punches him as hard as she can in the face, causing his head to turn sharply to the right.

"Back the fuck off." He spits out blood and looks at her, a white hot rage coming over him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He tries to grab her, but she's quick. This isn't her first fight and she was much smaller than him. She wasn't as strong, but she sure as hell is a lot faster. She didn't want to kill the man, so she focused more on weakening him. She kicked her leg, nicking the back of his right knee, getting a hiss of pain out of him. She jumps back as his fist came at her. He was angry and high, which made him sloppy. He was strong enough to knock down T-Dog, but T-Dog was a bigger and slower target.

"That's all you got?" Bailey asks as she dodges another punch. She grabs his beefy arm with one hand and with the other she punched him the face, breaking his nose. He wraps his arm around her and grabs her.

"What are you going to do now, bitch?" Bailey chuckles.

"You're an idiot. And. Don't. Call. Me. Bitch." She threw back her heel, pushing the blade deadly close to his cock. He instantly let go of her, giving a shout of surprise and pain. "I ain't nobody's bitch." She threw back her arm and punched him hard. The hit made him stumble and gave Rick plenty of time to hit him with the butt of his gun, knocking the man down to the ground. He kneeled down on Dixon and handcuffed one wrist and used the other end to cuff the radiator. Rick pulled the man up to sit and lean against the pipe.

"Who the hell are you people?"

"Officer friendly." Bailey snorts, wiping off her brass knuckles on Dixon's pant's leg. She slips the brass knuckles back into her jean pocket and clicks the blades back into her shoes. "Look here, Merle." Rick says as he grabs Merle's pistols and takes out the loaded pistol. "Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore." He takes the clip out of the gun. "No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trashed fools either." Bailey looks through the man's bag. "Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart."

"Screw you, man."

"I can see you make a habit of missing the point."

"Yeah? Well, screw you twice."

"Ought to be polite to a man with a gun." Rick says as he cocks the gun. "Only common sense."

"You wouldn't. You're a cop."

"All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose."

"Rick." Bailey calls.

"I'll give you a minute to think about that." He stands up. "What do you got?"

"Looks like Dixon over there doesn't understand that this isn't exactly the time for parties." She held up a vile of cocaine.

"Got some on your nose there." Rick flicks the man's chin.

"What are you gonna do?" Rick walks over to Bailey and holds out his hand. She handed it over without another thought. "Arrest me?" The man laughs. "Hey!" Rick tosses the vile over the side of the roof. "What are you doing? Man, that was my stuff!"

"File a complaint." Bailey says with a roll of her eyes. "Oh… Wait?" She shot him a grin and made her way towards the others. "Hey!" He begins to struggle with the cuffs. "If I get lose, you better pray." Bailey rolls her eyes and looks out over the crowd of walkers.

"That was cool what you did." Andrea says, causing Bailey to look at her. "How'd you learn to fight like that?"

"When I was fifteen I took self defence classes. The teacher took a liking to me and taught me one on one afterwards. Taught me how to defend myself." She glances over at Merle. "It doesn't matter your size. You use it to your advantage. If you're small and skinny then be quick and sure footed. If you're big and tall then you use your strength and solidness. But no matter what, never fight with anger. Anger clouds your mind and makes you sloppy. Dixon apparently didn't get the memo." She stared back in front of her. She blocks Merle out and moves towards T-Dog. "Let me get a look at you. I went to med school for five years." She tells them.

"Why didn't you finish?" Andrea asks.

"Personal." She says instead of answering. "He didn't seem to break anything. You might have a small concussion, but you'll live. I recommend some rest once we get out of here."

"If we get out of here." Andrea mumbles.

"When we get out of here, I'll see about getting some ice for your face." Bailey says.

"Thanks."

"Welcome." She looks up as the sound of thunder starts. "That doesn't sound good."

"Got, it's like times square down there." Andrea says, causing Bailey to stand up and move beside her, looking down at the street full of walkers.

"I never got your name." She tells the black woman. "I'm Bailey." She holds out her hand.

"Jacqui. This one is Andrea." Bailey shakes Jacqui's hand and then holds out her hand to Andrea. Andrea sneers down at it, but she does take it and shake it.

"How's that signal?" Morales asks.

"Like Dixon's brain-weak." Bailey grins down at T-Dog.

"I am starting to like you. I'm Bailey." She holds out her hand to T-Dog.

"Theodore, but everyone calls me T-Dog."

"What's the dog part from?"

"Douglas."

"T-Dog suits you better." T-Dog grins at that.

"I'm Morales." The other man says. "That one is Merle Dixon." Bailey barley glances at the redneck. Morales sighs and looks over at T-Dog. "Keep trying the radio."

"Why? There's nothing they can do." Andrea says. "Not a damn thing." Bailey rolls her eyes, while Morales sighs.

"Got some people outside the city is all." Morales informs them. "There's no refugee center. That's a pipe dream."

"Most things fell when all this happened." Bailey tells Rick. "The government didn't even last more than a week before it collapsed. The president got munched on and the world started losing hope. All there is now is surviving." She scanned the city, her heart sinking at her own words.

"What about your father?" Rick asks. "You're going to give up on him."

"He was heading for the city, Rick. I know that for a fact. You don't know that your family came here. They could be out there, you should have hope for them, but me? My father came here, I know he did. And now look at it." Bailey shakes her head.

"Then Andrea's right. We're on our own." Rick says. "It's up to us to find a way out."

"Good luck with that." Dixon says. "These streets ain't safe in this part of town from what I hear." He looks over at Andrea. "Ain't that right, sugar tits?" Bailey wrinkles up her nose. "Hey, honeybunch, what say you get me out of these cuffs, we go off somewhere and bump some uglies?" Dixon offers. "Gonna die anyway."

"I'd rather." Bailey snorts. The girl definitely had sass, but she also had snob and Bailey hated spoiled snobby bitches.

"Rug muncher. I figured as much."

"Streets ain't safe." Morales mumbles, bringing Bailey's attention back towards the men, Dixon was more of a disease than a man. "Now there's an understatement."

"What about under the streets? The sewers?" Rick asks.

"Oh man." Morales says before turning to the others. "Hey, Glenn, check the alley. You see any manhole covers?" Glenn rushes over to the otherside of the building, looks down at it, before rushing back.

"No, must be all out on the street where the geeks are."

"Well, there goes that plan." Bailey sighs.

"Maybe not. Old building like this built in the '20s-big structures often had drainage tunnels into the sewers in case of flooding down in the sub basement."

"How do you know that?" Glenn asks.

"It's my job-was. I worked in the city zoning office." They all were silent as they took in the information.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go check it out." Bailey says as she pushes off the wall and makes her way for the door. The others follow behind her.

"T-Dog, stay here and try to get a signal. We're going to go check it out." Morales says. They walk down the stairs and back into the store.

"I think I might know where it is." Glenn says. "Follow me." They follow him through the store to the back area. It was darker and made mostly of cement. It looked to be more of a storage area. There was a hole in the ground with a latter leading down into it.

"This is it?" Morales asks. "You sure?"

"I really scoped this place out the other times I was here." Glenn tells them as he shines his flashlight down. "It's the only thing in the building that goes down."

"This looks like something out of a horror movie." Bailey says. "I think I actually saw something like this before in a movie. Except it was a hole leading down into caverns, but it has the same feel. Down the caverns were cave cannibal-like creatures." She glances at the others, noticing their now scared features. "But, let's hope the dark hole is the only similarity with that movie, yeah?"

"I've never been down it. Who'd want to right? Especially after what Bailey says." Bailey gives a guilty smile just before everyone turns to Glenn. "Oh. Great."

"We'll be right behind you." Andrea says.

"No, you won't. Not you." Glenn argues.

"Why not me? Think I can't?" Bailey scoffs.

"I hate feminists. Seriously get over yourself. Just because your a girl does not mean your entitled to shit. You don't have to act all high and mighty. You want to prove yourself? Then do it through your actions not your words. Words mean shit if you can't back it up." Andrea glares at Bailey.

"Oh, you're one to talk. Girl covered in tattoos and trying to act like a badass."

"Me act like a badass? The only one acting is you."

"Hey, that's enough. Fighting won't solve anything." Rick cuts in. "Let Glenn speak his mind." Bailey was really not liking Andrea. She was one of those girls that act all badass, but when it comes down to it she's just a little girl trying to impress everyone with nothing to back up her words. Bailey wasn't interested in that bullshit. She just wanted to survive. Who gives a shit if people like you or think you're strong. As long as you know you are then it doesn't matter what others think.

"Look, until now I always came here by myself- in and out, grab a few things- no problem. The first time I bring a group- everything goes to hell. No offence." Andrea's face showed offence, but the others look as if they agreed with him. "If you want me to go down this gnarly hole, fine- nut only if we do it my way."

"I say go ahead." Bailey says. "You're obviously a smart kid. What did you have in mind?"

"It's tight down there. If I run into something and have to get out quick, I don't want you all jammed up behind me getting me killed." Bailey had to agree with that. They'd be dead in seconds if they had a whole line of people down there. "I'll take one person-not you either." He says to Rick. "You've got Merle's gun and I've seen you shoot. I'd feel better if you were out in that store watching those doors, covering our ass." Rick nods in understanding. "You and Bailey got the only other gun, so Andrea you go with him."

"And Bailey?" Andrea asks with that stuck up attitude that grated on Bailey's patience like sandpaper to the skin.

"She's the smallest of us minus me, of course. She'll be able to move down and out of the way quickly if something were to happen. And I've seen her fight, she can handle herself down there. She has a gun, so if you don't mind, Bailey, I want Morales to have it for now to help cover the store. Jacqui stays here. Something happens, yell down to us, get us back up here in hurry."

"Okay." Jacqui says. Bailey pulls out her pistol.

"It's a simple pistol. You cock, you aim, you pull the trigger. This button releases the clip, this one is the safety. The safety is on now, so just slide it off when you're ready to fire. Think you can handle that?" She asks Morales, holding out the gun to him. She didn't ask in a rude tone or snobby one like Andrea would have. She was generously curious if he could handle the gun. "Have you fired one before?"

"I used to take my son camping during the summer. I always took a gun for emergencies. I know how to use one."

"Good, take it. I expect it back when we get out of this city."

"D.H. What does that mean?" Morales asks as he looks at the initials that were engraved in the barrel of the gun.

"Those are my dad's initials. He got me the gun when I turned eighteen. I have a bad habit of picking bad men. He wanted me to be able to defend myself." She explains. "Like I said, just give it back once we're out of here."

"Of course." Morales says as he holds the gun tighter.

"Okay, everybody knows their jobs." Rick says as he pats Glenn on the shoulder. Glenn pops the flashlight's end into his mouth and begins down the latter.

"I really hate heights." She sighs, causing Rick to chuckle and squeeze her shoulder.

"You'll be fine. Just don't look down." Rick grins.

"Fuck off." She laughs. "Everyone knows you can't say that to a person who's afraid of heights. They're going to look down because you told them not to. It's reverse psychology at it's finest." She starts down the latter after Glenn.

"It's not far down." Glenn says as he reaches the bottom. Bailey frowns as she hears splashing water.

"Wonderful." She mumbles before dropping down, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. "Let's get this over with." She says as they start down the dark tunnels. "At least I can say I'm not afraid of rats." She says as she heard one squeaking.

"You're not?"

"I had a pet rat when I was a kid. I mean, they can be nasty things if they get a taste of blood, kind of like pigs, but you'll be fine." She says as she takes the flashlight from him. "You want me to take the lead?"

"No, I got this." He says, grabbing the flashlight and starting back down the tunnel. Bailey follows after him. The tunnels were colder and damper, giving her goosebumps and cooling the sweat on her skin, but she pushed it off. Glenn steps on a rat, causing it to squeal.

"Easy, we don't have to go rushing into the tunnel. Just take a deep breath and relax. I won't let us get killed, okay?" Glenn nods. "Are you always the one they volunteer for this kind of stuff?"

"Usually."

"It's probably because you're small. Being small tends to suck when your surrounded by big people who can't fit or move as easily in places like this. You'll probably be forever stuck with these tasks."

"Jeez thanks."

"Hey, you picked me for the same reason everyone picked you." Glenn can't argue with that. "But, hey, that's fine by me. I'm not afraid of dying. I just don't want to die by the hands of any of those walkers. So, if I were on the brink of death," She glances at him. "Just do me a favor and pull the trigger, okay?"

"I…"

"Hey, look," She motions ahead. "Jacqui was right. This leads right into the sewer."

"Can we cut through it?" Glenn asks. Bailey grabs one of the poles and tugs.

"They're solid. I don't feel any give. The only way to cut through it would be with a blowtorch, which would take hours to complete even if we had one." The sound of crunching has them looking down. They see a walker eating a rat below them. "Oh, yuck." Bailey says as she steps back. She grabs the back of Glenn's shirt and tugs him back just in time to avoid him getting grabbed by that walker.

It growls and does a semi roar as it tries to grab them, the rat still in one of his hands. "Let's get out of here." Glenn says.

"Agree. No way out from this end." They rush back down the tunnels and up the latter.

"Any luck?" Jacqui asks. They were about to answer when they hear smashing glass.

"Shit." Bailey says as she rushes down the hall and back to the main room.

"What did you find down there?" Rick asks.

"Not a way out." Bailey says.

"We need to find a way…" Andrea says. "And soon."

"Let's head up to the roof. We can get a better view from up there." Bailey says.

"Come on." Rick leads them up the stairs and they head back up to the roof.

"I got a pair of binoculars." Glenn says as he digs around his backpack and pulls out a pair.

"Thanks." Rick takes them and begins to look around with them. "That construction site, those trucks- they always keep keys on hand." Rick passes the binoculars to Morales.

He looks through them and then down at the streets. "You'll never make it past the walkers."

"You got me out of that tank." Rick tells Glenn.

"Yeah, but they were feeding. They were distracted."

"Can we distract them again?" Rick asks.

"Right. Listen to him. He's onto something." Merle calls in, but Bailey just rolled her eyes and focused on Rick. "A diversion, like on Hogan's Heroes."

"God, give it a rest." Jacqui huffs.

"They're drawn by sound, right?" Rick asks.

"Right, like dogs. They hear a sound, they come." Glenn agrees.

"What else?"

"Aside from they hear you?" Morales asks. "They see you, smell you, and if they catch you, they eat you."

"They can tell us by smell?" Rick asks.

"Can't you?" Glenn asks.

"They smell dead, we don't. It's pretty distinct." They all stay quiet as Rick looks around.

"I got a bad feeling." Bailey says. "I do not like the look on Rick's face."

"I got an idea. Follow me." Rick orders.

"This is going to be bad."


AN: So, I hope you enjoyed this extra long chapter. It gave you some time to get to know Bailey more and see her interact with the other characters. I am not a fan of Andrea if you could not tell. There will be some bashing on her and in the end there will be a big fall out between her and Bailey. And then, of course, you have Amy... you'll just have to wait to see how that'll turn out. Next chapter I'm hoping to introduce Tommy, but I'll have to see how it goes. I hope you enjoyed this and enjoyed Merle getting his ass handed to him. I didn't want to make Bailey too over powered or anything because after all she is still a girl and Merle is a big son of a bitch, so I had Rick still beat Merle in the end, but let me know what you think. I'm not the best at fighting scenes.