"If you think Rick is the problem, I guess you don't know what I'm fucking capable of you asshole." - Athena Dixon
"I guess I do have more balls even than you Shane." - Athena Dixon
"I'm a Dixon. And I've been through a lot more hell than any of yo...
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Athena Dixon was traveling along Georgia looking for her father for two months.
Those months were hell for the younger Dixon, she was beat up and tired, but she never gave up looking for her father Daryl Dixon... and also for her best friend Leo Park.
She had been traveling north towards Atlanta. It was the biggest city so that meant there had to be survivors there... maybe.
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Outside of Atlanta there was a small survival camp, an old man, Dale Horvath was sitting on top of his RV talking with a teenage Korean boy, Jisung Park.
Suddenly they heard a male voice on the emergency channel "Hello? Hello? Can anybody hear my voice?"
Jisung looked towards the radio in confusion. That was strange. The radio had never picked anything up before, let alone such a clear transmission of somebody's voice. He looked towards one of his older brothers, Lee Minho, who looked just as confused as he was.
A young blonde girl, Amy, seemed to think the same thing as she leapt up and ran over to it, switching on the microphone to reply to the man.
"Hey, hello?" She said urgently into the speaker.
"Can you hear my voice-" The man said again.
"Yes, I can hear, you- you're coming through, over."
Jisung felt his whole body filling with dread. No way could anyone go into Atlanta and survive, at least not without knowing what threats already lay ahead. He made a move to climb down from the Rv and to walk towards the radio, but someone else beat him to it.
"We're just outside the city... Damn it."
Leo Park walked towards the blonde girl and grabbed the radio from her hand and put it over his lips "Whoever you are you need to listen! Don't go in the city! It's not safe!" He yelled over the radio, hoping that the man on the radio had heard him. The radio signal had dropped suddenly, the stranger's voice disappearing like smoke "Hello? Hello?" Leo sighed in frustration, lowering the microphone from his lips "Fuck! He couldn't hear me, I couldn't warn him." He peered over to his two brothers, both of them sharing an equally concerned expressions.
Dale stared at the radio in confusion, waving a hand over the machine "Try to raise him again." He encouraged. Leo pressed the button again but was interrupted by Dale "Come on, son, you know best how to work this thing."
Shane Walsh stopped chopping wood and slammed the ax on the stump, pacing over the radio. He took the microphone from Leo and held the button down, the plastic speaker raised to his mouth "Hello, hello. Is the person who called still on the air?" The camp waited in anticipation for a reply, but Leo knew that deep down they all had the same feeling. It was over for this guy. "This is officer Shane Walsh broadcasting to person unknown, please respond." The deputy repeated. Nothing but static "He's gone." Shane determined casually.
