Beauty in the broken (Rick Grimes x OC)

Atlanta

Third Person POV:

"I didn't imagine that right?" Al asked staring at the walkie.
"If you did then we're imagining the same thing" Rick said.

"Hey...you alive in there?" The walkie crackled again. At this both Rick and Al lunge forward.
"Hello? Hello?" Al spoke into the walkie.
"There you are. You guys had me wondering."
"Where are you? Outside? Can you see us right now?" Al knew she sounded desperate as she spoke but she didn't care. She was claustrophobic and wanted to get the hell out of there.
"Yeah I can see you. You're surrounded by Walkers. That's the bad news."
"Well at least there's good news...right mystery radio man?" Al said feeling slightly relieved that there was a chance they could get out of here.
"No" came the mystery voice and with that Rick grabbed the walkie out of her hand.
"Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you that we're a little concerned in here."
"Oh man. You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak-out."
Al pushed Ricks finger down on the button before speaking into the walkie again, "I am having a major freak-out and you are not helping, so if you have a way for us to get out of here please do enlighten us."
"Any advice would be helpful" Rick added.
"Yeah, I'd say make a run for it"
"Oh gee why didn't I think of that?" Al muttered sarcastically to herself as she glared at the walkie. Rick patted her on the shoulder before continuing to speak, "That's it? 'Make a run for it?' That's all you got?"
"My ways not as dumb as it sounds. You've got eyes here on the outside. 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 with me so far?"
"You lost me 'run'" Al said to no one in particular and despite their current situation Rick couldn't help but laugh.
"So far." He said as he looked around the tank again.
"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 we get to it?"
"Forget the bag, okay? It's not an option. What do you have on you?"
"Hang on." Rick said as he moved around checking for anything he could find. Meanwhile Al checked how many rounds she had in each of her guns.
"Right I have thirteen rounds total...not sure if that's a good omen or not...maybe I should take one out just to be safe." Al said to Rick only half joking about removing one.
"You superstitious?" He asked giving her a half smile.
"Not usually no....you?"
"No" he said before checking his own gun and then grabbing the walkie again.
"I've got a Berretta with one clip, and 28 rounds total between us."
"Okay...make em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, maybe 50 yards. Be there."
Al grabbed the walkie from Rick as he stood up and made his way to the hatch, "hey if this doesn't work and we die...just know my ghost will haunt you for the rest of your life."
"Ha yeah....if you do exactly as I say this should work."
And with that Al makes her way over to Rick mentally preparing herself, "Man I hate running."
"You ready?" He asked with his and on the hatch.
"Not really, but it's now or never."
"Now" Rick said as he opened the hatch and jumped out, fighting off the Walker that was on the tank before reaching down and helping Al out.
Then they bottled towards the alley firing off rounds as they went. When they reached the corner of the alley they almost collided with a man and Rick raised his gun to shoot.
"Whoa not dead...Come on! Come on!"
They followed the guy down the alley still warding off Walkers as they went. In an attempt to safe her ammo Al grabbed the ax that she hanging at her waist and started hacking at the Walkers as they came.
As they got to a ladder the mystery man propelled himself up and Al followed suit. When she looked down she saw Rick was still on the ground, "What are you doing Rick? Come on let's go!"

When they reached the top they took a quick breather, before Al turned on Rick, "what the hell was that? You just stood there?"
"I ran out of ammo"
"That doesn't mean you just stand there....it means you climb the damn ladder." She said hitting him on the arm.
"Yeah nice moves there, Clint Eastwood. You the new sheriff come riding in to clean up the town?"  It was only when he spoke that they both remembered their rescuer, "It wasn't my intention." Rick said answering his question.
"Yeah, whatever. Yeehaw." He said sarcastically.
"Hey as nice as this is I would very much like to get out of here. I'm Al by the way and officer friendly over here is Rick...thanks for the help."
"Glenn. And you're Welcome." He said shaking her hand.
"Right we have to go up there." Glenn said pointing up another ladder, "Bright side, it'll be the fall that kills us. I'm a glass-half-full kinda guy."
"Good for you" Al said as she eyed the ladder a bit suspiciously before kicking it with her foot to see how sturdy it was, "age before beauty" she said moving aside for Rick to go first. He rolled his eyes at her playfully before going up.
The climb was daunting to say the least and Al made sure not to look down as she went and when she got to the top she had to sit down because her legs were shaking so much.
"You good?" Glenn asked as he watched her take out a bottle of water from her backpack.
"Oh just peachy. Thanks for asking."
"See, I told you I wouldn't let you get eaten." Rick said as he took a seat beside her.
"Umm I think not...Glenn here just saved our asses so he's the one who didn't let me get eaten...you on the other hand are walking on thin ice my friend." She said as she threw her half empty bottle at him before getting up and following Glenn. Rick just shook his head and chuckled as he got up and followed behind them, downing the rest of the water as he went.