𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙁 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅

One

[ DAYS GONE BYE ]

"You're sure he's got a chance?" Camila questioned her friend, putting her freshly cleaned knife back into its holder.

Glenn held the radio in his hand. "He's been silent."

"And you're sure you saw him go into the tank?"

"Yes." Glenn nodded. "He was fine, just . . ." he tried to think of the word.

"One wrong move away from death?" She guessed with a raised an eyebrow.

" . . . Yeah." Glenn turned back on the radio. "Hey, are you alive in there?

"Hello? Hello?" The voice came from the radio.

Camila clenched her jaw and went over to Glenn. "There you are. You had me wondering." Glenn said to the man.

"Where are you guys? Outside? Can you see me right now?" The man asked.

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

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

Before Glenn could answer, Camila spoke up. "The good news is we're nice enough to help you out, okay?"

The man took a moment. "Listen, whoever you two are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here."

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

"Glenn," Camila muttered in a disapproving tone, "stop being such a dumbass, God." She took the radio, then speaking into it. "Listen, I'm not a professional, but I'd suggest booking it."

"That's it? Make a run for it?"

"I'm starting to think you don't want our help." Camila was getting somewhat agitated, fixing the denim jacket she wore, covered with pins and prints, a star design up the sleeves on the back.

"It's not as dumb as it sounds." Glenn defended. "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. You listening?"

"So far."

"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. Got ammo?"

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

"First time I'll say this, forget the supplies. It's not an option." Camila sighed. "What do you have right now?"

"Hang on." After a bit of silence he came back. "I've got a berretta with one clip, fifteen rounds."

"You can't risk wasting a single bullet." Camila told him. "Jump off the right side of the tank, the right from the cannon, keep running in that direction. There's an alley up the street, about fifty yards. We'll be waiting."

"Hey, what's your name?" The man asked.

"Dude, who gives a fuck?!" She yelled, losing patience. "Focus on getting out of there and hurry up, you're on the clock here!"

"Right."

The two watched the man open the hatch, being met with a walker who he soon hit in the face with a shovel. He jumped down off the tank, landing hard on his ankle before he pushed through, starting to run toward the alley, shooting the closest walkers.

"You get him, I'll close the gate." Camila told Glenn, who nodded before the two split up.

The man rounded the corner, still aiming his gun, him and Glenn both staring in shock. "WOAH! Not dead!" Glenn shouted, putting his hands up.