angels and demons || daryl dixon // hiatus

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Rick and I were stuck in a dilemma, we didn't know what to do. We were at least less than a foot away from being chomped away by the freaks, the car door dividing us. I didn't want to be anyone's dinner today, not yet at least.

We needed to think of a plan and quickly, the windows were cracking, bound to break any minute. An idea erupted into my mind. Quickly I unbuckled my seat belt and opened the hood of the car standing on top of it earning a questionable glance from Rick.

"What the Hell are you doing?" He asked.

I explained him about my plan and was a little hesitant about it but eventually he climbed on the hood right next to me.

The plan was 'pretty simple' as my subconscious would refer it to, there was a tank about 15 yards away from the car we would run to the tank quickly if any walkers would come across from us we would shoot them off if necessary. We had each others backs if something drastic happened.

"Are you sure about this?" Rick asked unsure about our plan.

"What, you got a better plan Officer Grimes?" I teased trying to ease the tension, he just shook his head as an answer.

It wasn't a 'simple task' you had to get unscratched or unbitten along the way it didn't make it easier that there was hundredths as it seemed, of walkers surrounding us except the path to the tank. I was scared honestly but I had to be focused and let nothing get in the way.

"Ready?" I asked

"Ready as ever." He shakily breathed out.

As we counted to three we sprinted to the tank shooting off the dead along the way. Shots ringing the air bringing more dead along us.

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As I was about to climb on the tank I noticed Rick wasn't along with me.

"Damn." I mumbled.

Looking behind me, Rick was struggling to get up from the ground a walker struggled to take a bite out of Ricks foot but before it got the chance I shot it with my gun, blood splattering on Ricks clothes. Dozens of more walkers tumbled towards him.

Rick struggled to reach the huge gap of the duffle bag filled with guns on the floor. It was nearly impossible to get to, walkers were stumbling over the bag far out of Rick's reach.

"Don't get the bag!" I yelled over the groans around us referring to the bag of guns on the floor.

Taking my advice Rick scurried onto his feet and made his way to me as I took the job to shoot any walkers that came to attack him on the way. Hurrying we both climbed inside the tank and slammed it closed before any of them could get inside.

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Our heavy breathing was all I could hear in the small room inside the tank, I scooted to the back of the tank completely oblivious of the dead corpse next to me.

Hearing soft groaning beside me I turned my head from where the noise was coming from and came face to face with a dead man with an army uniform that was about to launch into my neck. Letting out a small scream I quickly grabbed my knife and plunged it into its head before it could take a taste of me. Rick took control of the tank and tried to fix the controls and figuring out how to even turn the machine on.

Standing up from the tank I went over where the tank seal was and opened the latch exposing more walkers than from when we encountered moments ago.

'It must of been from the sounds of the guns.'

If we didn't get the tank working we would be screwed, we would be stuck in a hot heavy tank surrounded by walkers and would have nothing to do except accept the fate as the dead man did on the floor. Closing the latch I went to sit down on my original spot and starred into nothingness.