Do or Die || Glenn Rhee

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"- Cozy in there?"

The two shared a wide-eyed look and they jumped up, and scrambled over to the radio.

"Hey, are you alive in there?" The person spoke again, the speaker crackling.

She grabbed the radio off its hook and pressed the button. "Hello, we're here!" She blurted, Rick was next to her, tense and focused.

"Oh there you are, I've been wondering." She swallowed and pressed the button to reply.

"Where are you? Can you see us right now?"

"Yeah, I can see you. You guys are surrounded by walkers, that's the bad news." She shot a glance at Rick as the man spoke. He just stared back.

"There's good news?" Her voice came out in a rough murmur.

"No." She breathed out and closed her eyes for a moment. She felt the radio being taken out of her hands and she opened her eyes.

"Look. Whoever you are, I don't mind telling you that we're a little concerned in here." He spoke harshly, sweat dripped from his nose.

"Oh man. You should see from over here, you'd be having a major freak out." Her nose flared and she felt a slight thrum anger towards his choice of words.

Rick paused and lowered his head in thought, then held the radio to speak. "Got any advice for us?"

There was a moment of silence before the speaker crackled and a response came. "Yeah. I'd say make a run for it."

Rick stopped and looked over at her, face unreadable. "That's it? Make a run for it?"

"Hey my way isn't as dumb as it sounds. There's one geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down, you with me so far?"

"So far." Rick confirmed.

"Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. You move now when their not paying attention, you guys stand a chance." And she began to picture it.

She frantically looked around the tank and spotted a shovel hung up, but she stopped when she felt her katana still on her back. She blinked in disbelief.

"What about the bag of guns, can I get to it?" She then recalled the bag filled with guns and ammo that was dropped on their sprint away from the horde. She internally cursed at the loss.

"Forget the bag! It's not an option, what do you have on you?"

"Hang on." Rick hastily picked up the Beretta that he picked off the dead guard and he checked the clip. She looked back to the guard and crawled over to him, looking for anything else.

Amara fumbled with his pockets and looked up, only to find a grenade sitting right above the cranks head. She paused and looked back to see Rick staring at it as well.

She grabbed it and pursed her lips before pocketing it in her baggy pants.

"We got a Beretta with a full clip, 15 rounds, and a-" He glanced at her unsheathed sword.

"- big knife." She wanted to snort as his description but she stayed silent.

"Make it count. Jump off the right side of the tank and keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, maybe fifty yards. Be there."

Amara felt the usual sting of adrenaline and fear push through her veins. The grip on her sword tightened.

"Hey, what's your name." Rick asks and she rolls her eyes and tugs on his arm.