Angel With A Shotgun (Walking Dead Fanfic)

Chapter Twelve: Everything's Good.....Over

Chapter Twelve

Everything’s Good….Over

▬ Third Person- No one’s P.O.V ▬  

     All was well in the Atlanta Survivor Camp as the people were buzzing around like busy bees as usual. Amy had just returned from collecting firewood whereas Dale was sitting on the green camping chair reading a book in peace when a  garbled transmission came through on the radio.

     “Hello….” A voice came from the radio causing Dale to turn in its direction in shock. “Hello?” it called out again. “Can anybody hear my voice?” the voice on the other end asked. Amy practically dropped her pile of firewood and ran over to the receiver. 

     “Hey? Hello?” she replied. 

     “Can anybody hear my voice?” the voice on the other end asked again. 

     “Yeah, yes we can here you-you’re coming through over,” she said attempting to make contact with the person on the other end of the line. 

     “Anybody who hears please respond,” the voice said causing Amy to look around in confusion before looking up at Dale who was about two yards away from her now. “Broadcasting on the emergency channel, will be approaching Atlanta on highway eighty five,” it stated. “If anybody reads this please respond,” 

     “We’re just outside the city,” Amy responded to the voice, the radio was getting a lot of random noise. “Dammit,” she frowned as the random noise got louder and she heard no response. “Hello?” There was no response. “Hello?” she said more desperately this time. “Urgh, he couldn’t hear me, I couldn’t warn him,” she explained to Dale.

     “Try to reach him again,” Dale suggested. “Come on son, you know best how to work this thing,” Dale said calling him over. Shane stuck his axe which he had been cutting some firewood with into the table near the radio before stealing the receiver off of Amy. 

     “Hello, hello this the person who called us on the air?” Shane spoke into the receiver…Nothing. “This is Officer Shane Walsh broadcasting to person unknown, please respond,” he spoke into the receiver again. Lori, Carl, Thea, Dale and Amy looked expectantly but there was still no response. Sighing, Shane put the receiver back on its hook and span one of the dials causing the noise to get quieter. “He’s gone,” he stated.

     “There are others,” Lori said optimistically. “It’s not just us,” she said to Shane. 

     “We knew there would be that’s why we left the CB on,” Shane replied. 

     “Lot of good it’s been doing,” Lori said with her hands on her hips. “I just hope the others have managed to put signs up on eighty five and warn people away from the city,” she stated. 

     “Folks got no idea what they’re getting into,”