"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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Rick was in the tank, where he hid himself from the walkers, as he watched the radio with wide eyes.
The same voice came through from the radio "Hey, are you alive in there?"
Rick stood up from his place and reached the radio. "Hello? Hello?"
"There you are. You had us wondering, your friend was very worried." The man sighed in relief.
"Rhea? Is she there with you?" Rick asked, feeling conserned for the girl.
"Hey you idiot. I'm here. I'm okay." Rhea's voice came through the radio and Rick sighed in relief.
"Where are you? Outside? Can you two see me right now?" Rick started questioning them.
"Yeah, we can see you," Rhea answered him "You're surrounded by walkers. That's the bad news."
"There's good news?" Rick asked them.
"No," the man answered him this time.
"Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here," Rick told the man.
"Oh man," Rhea laughed in amazement "You should see it from over here, my friend. You'd be having a major freak out."
"Got any advice for me?" Rick asked them.
"Yeah, l'd say make a run for it." the man told him.
"That's it?" Rick asked them in disbelief "'Make a run for it'?"
"My way's not as dumb as it sounds. 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 horses went down. You with me so far?"
"So far." Rick replied simply.
"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?" Rhea asked him next.
"In that duffel bag I dropped out there, and guns. Can I get to it?" Rick asked them.
"Forget the bag. What do you have on you?" The man asked him.
"Hang on." Rick told them. He dropped the radio and started looking around the tank. He craw towards the soldier, and found a grenade and a beretta on his, he then craw back towards the radio. "I've got a Beretta with one clip 15 rounds."
"Make 'em count." Rhea told him "Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, maybe 50 yards. The guy will meet you there. Be there."
"Hey Rhea what's the name of the guy?" Rick asked her.
"No time for the introduction," the man told him "Move, you're running out of time."
