"She's just a kid"
"She knows how to survive"
Cassie Dixon, only twelve at the start of the outbreak. With her mothers smarts and her fathers skills, can she survive? Or will she have to depend on her found family along the way?
Who will make it t...
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"Hello? Hello? Can anybody hear my voice?" A man's voice crakled over the radio, Amy dropping her firewood that she was currently carrying over for us as she rushed over to answer, hopeful of other survivors.
Emily was seated behind me in a camp chair, braiding my hair with a gentle touch to keep it out of my face. I picked up a handful of dirt, letting it fall out from between my fingers and back onto the ground, trying to find a way to keep myself entertained while I waited for Emily to release me from her hold. Glancing over my shoulder to Emily once I heard the radio she turned my head back forward without a word, trying not to let me mess up her braiding.
"Hey? Hello?" Amy picked up the speaker and tried to contact the man on the other side.
"Can you hear my voice?" He asked out next, calling for other survivors.
"Yes, I can hear you. You're coming through. Over." She rushed out with panic for the man, scared for what he was going through seemingly alone in the world right now. Dale made his way over from the RV to check out the commotion, others waiting around to hear the radio man's story.
"What's going on?" I glanced over at Emily again, the woman letting out a sigh.
"I don't know yet" she shook her head with her own worry for the situation. Emily was focused on Amy and the radio for a moment before focusing again on my hair.
"Anybody who reads, please respond. Broadcasting on emergency channel. We'll be approaching Atlanta on Highway 85. Anybody reads, please respond."
"We're just outside the city." Amy warned but it crackled out as the radio cut out on us, cutting off all communication with the man on the other side who was about to enter a city ruled by the dead. "Damnit." She sighed under her breath, trying to fix the connection but failing poorly. "Hello? Hello? He couldn't hear me. I couldn't warn him." Amy glanced to Dale with panic, instantly blaming herself for what would soon become this man's end.
"Try to raise him again. Come on, son. You know best how to work this thing." Dale waved over Shane, Carl and Lori moving from beside us at the fire pit to check it out themselves. Shane slammed the axe he was holding into the tree stump the radio sat on, freeing up his hands to properly investigate the technology. He stepped in, Amy moving aside to give him room to try the man again.
"Hello, hello, is the person who calls still on the air?" He tried first, giving them a moment to respond but getting nothing back other than silence. "This is officer Shane Walsh, broadcasting a person unknown, please respond." He spoke up next as Carl and Lori listened closely, me straining my ears to listen from where I sat a few feet away with Emily warning me to sit still again. "He's gone." Shane sighed, setting down the speaker.
