Damaged || A The Walking Dead Story

Guts

Rick and I stare at each other in complete shock when the voice comes through again.

"Hey, are you alive in there?" The voice questions.

Rick rushes forward and grabs the radio and quickly responds. "Hello? Hello?"

"There you are. You had me wondering"

"Where are you? Outside? Can you see us right now?" Rick frantically asks.

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

"There's good news?" Rick questions.

"No" the man replies causing me to sigh and grab the radio from Rick's hand.

"Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you that we're a little concerned in here" I state glancing over at Rick as I spoke.

"Oh man. You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak-out" He says making me chuckle while I shake my head.

"Got any advice for us?" I ask hoping for a way out.

"Yeah, I'd say make a run for it"

"That's it? 'Make a run for it'?" I ask getting a little frustrated.

"My Way's not as dumb as it sounds. Look, 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. With me so far?"

"So far" I tell him.

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

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

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

"Hang on" I tell him as Rick starts to look around.

"We have 2 Berettas 15 rounds each"

"Make 'em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an Alley up the street, Maybe 50 yards. Be there" the man explained.

I put the radio down and get up ready to make a run for it when I hear Rick talk.

"Hey, what's your name" He asks the man.

"Have you been listening? You're running out of time" The man tells him while I grab the Tri-Fold Shovel hanging on the wall.

"You ready?" I ask Rick.

"Yeah let's go"

After getting his confirmation I climb up and open the hatch turning when I hear the growling of a walker. Without wasting any time I hit it in the head with the shovel and quickly climb the rest of the way out making my way off the tank with Rick close behind. We get off and start running down the street shooting the walkers that are blocking our path as we go to turn down the alley we aim our guns at the next walker, but quickly realize it's not a walker.

"Whoa, not dead! Come on! Come on!" An Asian man shouts at us.

We didn't ask questions as we ran after the man continuing to shoot the herd of walkers behind us. The man stops at a ladder and starts to climb it Rick following after and as soon as they're up high enough I start to climb just barely escaping being grabbed. We stop on a small ledge to catch our breath and the man starts talking.

"Nice moves there, clint Eastwood. You the new sheriff come riding in to clean up the town with your partner?"

"It wasn't our intention" Rick says leaning on the railing.