Dead Girl Surviving

Chapter 2:Old Friends

*First person, Shelby's POV*

Glen snatched the walkie from my hand glaring at me because of my snide comment.

"Hey you alive in there?" Glen interrogated through the walkie talkie.

"H-Hello hello" a deep voice came through the speakers making us sigh of relief that the person still had a heartbeat...for now.

"There you are. You had me wondering" Glen said trying to hold back a smile at his attempt at humor. I merely just rolled my eyes.

"Where are you? Outside? Can you see me right now?" He bombarded Glen with multiple questions.

"Yeah and I'm finding it thoroughly entertaining" I whispered quietly hoping nobody would hear me but by the look on Merle he had heard everything as he let out a hearty laugh before wiping the tears of laughter about to fall down his cheeks.

"Yeah,I can see you. You're surrounded by walkers.that's the bad news." Glen replied fully.

"There's good news?" The man asked.

"Mm-no" Glen answered contemplating on how to get this asshole to safety.

"Listen, whoever you are, I dont mind telling you that I'm a little concerned in here." He said a slight increase of fear in his voice. Glen laughed before biting his lip to stop him from laughing down the walkie talkie.

"Oh man,you should see it from over here you would be having a major freak-out" Glen said before releasing the pressure on the talk button on the walkie so he could talk to us.

"How we gonna get him out" Glen turned to face us, looking at each of us with his usual sidewards glance.

"Let that pansie fight his way out on his own, Hell we had to." Merle replied obviously not bothered if this man lived or died. Glen just shook his head as the man replied through the walkie.

"Got any advice for me?" Glen just looked at the ground for a while thinking in what to say.

"Yeah, I'd say make a run for it" Glen replied while pacing back and forth, dragging his trainers across the cement floor.

"That's it? Make a run for it?" The man replied sarcastically which made me already hate this guy.

"My way's not as dumb as it sounds. You've got eyes on the outside here.There's one geek on the tank, but the others have joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down." Glen retorted trying to back up his statement. "With me so far?" Glen continued.

"So far" the man's voice came through again.

"OK, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now you stand a chance. You got ammo?" Glen asked.

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

"Forget the bag,OK? It's not an option. What do you have on you?" Glen instructed the man.

"I've got a Beretta with one clip. 15 rounds." the man told Glen who looked oblivious to the whole heavy duty military talk. Glen looked t Dixon as if he was asking to explain what the man just said. I sighed and snatched the walkie talkie from Glen.

"15 rounds...keep the Beretta handy it might be useful to blow sound of them assholes up...So make 'em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction.There's an ally up the street maybe 50 yards or more. Be there I'll send someone to get you." I instructed carefully trying to make sure the man understood everything I had just told him.

"Hey ma'am, what's your name?" He replied through the walkie making me roll my eyes for the millionth time today.

"Have y'all been listening to me? You're running out of time." I yelled getting fed up with this man and I hadn't even met him...yet. I looked at them quickly before setting off in the direction of the emergency ladder that led me to the ally way that I told the man go. I was just about to go when an arm wrapped around mine. Thinking it was Dixon I tried to hit the person...but when I realized it was glen do I lowered my fist.