"If you think Rick is the problem, I guess you don't know what I'm fucking capable of you asshole." - Rhea Dixon
"I guess I do have more balls even than you Shane." - Rhea Dixon
"I'm a Dixon. And I've been through a lot more hell than any of you ev...
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Rhea 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.
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 boy, Xander Grimes.
Suddenly they heard a male voice on the emergency channel "Hello? Hello? Can anybody hear my voice?"
Xander 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.
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."
Xander 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. Xander quickly climbed down from the RV and walked towards Amy.
"We're just outside the city... Damn it."
Xander 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?" Xander sighed in frustration, lowering the microphone from his lips "Fuck! He couldn't hear me, I couldn't warn him." He peered over to Dale, who shared an equally concerned expression.
