Unexpected || Daryl Dixon

[05]: Officer Friendly

~Day 60~

Back in Atlanta, Rick was sitting in the tank when the radio starts broadcasting again.

"Hey, are you alive in there?" the female on the radio asked.

At the sound of the voice, Rick jumps, banging his head against the tank. He rubs his head as he crawls over to the radio. 

"Hello? Hello?" 

Rick breathed out a sigh of relief when he heard the voices come back.

"There you are. You had us wondering," the man voiced. 

"Where are you two? Outside? Can you two see me right now?" Rick frantically asked.

"Yeah, we can see you. You're surrounded by walkers. That's the bad news," the female told him.  Rick sighed, "There's good news?" "No," the man flat out said. "Listen, whoever you two are, I don't mind telling you two I'm a little concerned in there."

"Oh man. You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak-out," the man said. Rick heard a slight smack. "Ow!" "You shouldn't have told him that," the female hissed at the man. "I was being honest!" Rick heard the woman groan and decided to break up the tension between them, "Hey,"

The two voices stopped bickering.

"You two got any advice for me?" 

"Yeah, we'd say make a run for it," the female advised him. Rick scoffed, "That's it? Make a run for it?" 

"Hey, her way's not as dumb as it sounds," the man said, defending the woman. "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 horse went down. With us so far?" 

Rick nodded, "So far."

"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?" the man asked.

"In that duffel bag I dropped out there, and guns. Can I get it?" "Look, forget the bag, okay? It's not an option. What do you have on you?" the female asked. 

"Hang on." Rick said as he hurriedly checks his hand gun and the one that he took from the soldier's corpse. Rick counts his bullets and goes back to the dead soldier to check his pockets. Rick sees the hand grenade on the shelf and clips it onto his belt.

"Yeah, yeah. I've got a Beretta with one clip, fifteen rounds." "Make 'em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, maybe fifty yards. Be there," the man informed him.

"Hey, what are your names?"

"Oh my fucking god," the female exhaled. "Have you been listening? You're running out of time!" Rick nodded, "Right," he said before standing up.

Rick looks around the tank once again and spots a metal bar. He grabs it off the wall of the tank. Rick let out a heavy breath before opening the top hatch. 

Once the hatch was open, a walker spotted him immediately. Wasting no time, Rick hits the walker across the face, the metal shard slicing its face wide open.

Rick then jumps off the tank, landing hard on his ankle in the process. He lets out a sharp hiss before running up the street toward the alley where the man and female told him to go.

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"Come on, this way!" Glenn cried as he and Rebecca made a sharp turn around a corner but stopped when they saw the man from the tank, holding a gun up to their faces.