Georgia Blues ::DarylDixon/TWD::

.:Chapter Six:.

.:Raelyn | Age 27 *Present*:.

The way Rick drove that big ass truck through the streets of Atlanta, it was pretty damn obvious he was a cop... Or used to be. All his moves were smooth and safely executed (for the most part), and he knew just the right evasive maneuvers to use with both walkers and objects blocking our path.

Still, Glenn and I had no clue as to what his plan was... All we knew was 'noise'. So, we sat next to each other, tense and quiet, just staring out the windshield and swaying with every turn of the wheel.

Finally, Rick whipped into a side street which was surprisingly completely clear of any walking corpses... Maybe that's 'cause all of them were either back at the department store, or still following us from that construction site. There were dozens of broken down cars and trucks lining the street and sidewalk, but one of them stood out in particular.

We all laid eyes on it at once, and Rick slammed on the brakes, peeling out the truck's tires and making us all lurch forward in the cab.

It was a beautiful cherry red Dodge Challenger, my favorite car, with the most perfect set of black racing stripes and the shiniest chrome rims I'd seen in a while... Well, as shiny as they could have been after sitting here for months.

Rick didn't waste any time after trying to pull on the door, seeing it was locked. He picked up a convenient screw driver laying near the car's tire and jabbed it into the glass of the driver's side window, shattering it into a million pieces. Immediately, a piercing alarm started blaring into the air. Glenn and I flinched at the sudden loud sound, even though we were expecting it.

Rick hastily cleared away most of the jagged glass from the car's window, then reached in and popped the door open from the inside. I glanced around the other abandoned cars near us, scanning my radar for any geeks sneaking up in our blind spot. We were clear, for the time being.

I watched as the sheriff patted around the cab in search for keys, but quickly gave that up and just jammed the screwdriver into the ignition. All it took was a good crank to make the engine come to life.

Chills ran down my spine at the sound of the powerful, roaring motor... If there was one thing I missed about the old world, it was driving. Daryl used to work at this old mechanic shop back home, and his boss had a little crush on me so he never minded me hanging around on slow days... I got to see a lot of cars, even test drove a few, but muscle cars were always my favorite. That's where my automobile obsession blossomed, and now it was forever intertwined in my veins.

Back in reality, Rick turned to Glenn and nodded for him to hop in the driver's seat. Glenn reluctantly followed orders, looking like he might pass out at any moment as he gripped the wheel.

"Hey, I'm going with him!" I projected my voice to Rick over the alarm as I jogged around to the passenger side door, which was conveniently unlocked, "Never know if I'll ever get a chance to ride in a nice car again."

For a second, the police officer stared at me skeptically. But there was no time for arguing, we had to move. So Rick just gave me a stern nod, and yelled out for Glenn to follow the truck until he gave him the signal to start leading the geeks away.

I popped open the passenger side door and dropped into the seat with barely enough time to shut the door before Glenn was peeling off behind the truck.

We followed Rick at high speeds, at least 70 or 80 miles per hour, through the mostly empty, ransacked streets of Atlanta. With every turn that Glenn whipped around, fishtailing the rear end of the Challenger and growing closer to the department store, I noticed more and more geeks trailing up from alleyways and inside abandoned stores, attracted to the screeching tires and blaring alarm.