Two loud gunshots fired off, making ringing noises in Anya Dixon's ear. God, that man is definitely an idiot, she thought to herself. She had always known that there was a belly latch on the tank, seeing as she knew a man in the army before the apocalypse happened, so she had gotten in through there. She had been stuck in a hotel for weeks, maybe even months, and there was nothing but silence as her company. She barely made it to the tank, and if the "roamers" weren't eating the man's horse she would have been dead right now. I bet he's dead too. He left me stuck here, to die. Hah, I'm better off dead anyways, she thought to herself. Anya was snapped out of her thoughts when the belly latch creaked open again, this time revealing the man from earlier. Her bow had been aimed directly for his head as he opened.
The man drug himself through, shutting the belly latch just as a female roamer reached up to grab for him. There was a load cracking noise as the fingers were dislodged from the sockets and broken off of it's hand. She tore her eyes off of the fingers on the floor to look at the man who had just broken the fingers off. He had bright blue eyes that seemed to glimmer in fear, and relatively tan skin. He was quite tall too, especially compared to her small stature at five foot three inches. He had to lean down so he didn't hit the top of the tank. He must have worked out in the sun before the apocalypse had started.
"Are you the fucking idiot that was shooting off the gun?" Anya hissed at the man. Although she was much shorter, she could still look menacing. "You know the roamers are attracted to sounds, right? You're killing me!"
"Uh, no," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I didn't really know that, I'm sor-" He was cut off by the crackling sound of the radio as it came to life. Anya looked at the radio in disbelief.
"Hey, you two. Dumbasses. Feelin' cozy in there?" The man's voice was ironic, like he was about to laugh. Anya wanted to kill him for making a joke at that certain moment. She grabbed the radio immediately.
"Well, in my concerns, the only dumbasses here are you and the man that fired off the gun," she retorted, her voice laced with venom. "You know a way outta this tank?"
"What's your name?" he ignored Anya's question, going on to ask his own. "You're the girl, obviously, and the man is in there with you. So what's you guys's names?"
"Rick, Rick Grimes," the man answered almost immediately, and she scowled.
"Answer my question first. Then I'll answer yours."
"Yes, I do," the man seemed to be through with playing games. "Now, name?"
"Just call me Dixon for now, that's all you'll need to know," she stated, "How about you, asshat?"
"You'll know that if you get out alive," Anya could practically hear his smirk. "Now, follow my instructions." He explained that they were surrounded by walkers on each side of the tank, yet the walkers on the left side were less thick. That meant that they could get out and get into the alley where he was waiting much easier. If the "geeks" as he called them, didn't gang up on them. "Better make a run for it," he stated in the most ironic voice Anya had heard in her entire life. She scowled yet again, throwing her quiver of arrows over her shoulder and grabbing her Desert Eagle out of her pocket.
"Come on, get a hurryin'," Anya stated, going to open the tank's lid. He nodded, standing up. "Keep one in the chamber at all times. Don't use the last one in case things go wrong."
"Thirteen," he stated, nodding as he crawled out of the tank lid with Anya, shooting at the "roamers" as the girl had called them, and shot at all of the ones closest to him that could possibly bite him. He got down to his last bullet just as they got into the alley.
Anya's bow was up in the face of an Asian man, who raised his hands. He wasn't dead. He had dark brown eyes and dark hair, and he seemed to be scared for his life. He motioned for them to follow him, which they did, all the way up a ladder. Anya and Rick were panting, gasping for breath as they took a breath. There had to be at least fifty roamers crowded around them.
"Damned roamers," Anya let out a sigh, grasping her side. "You still have one in the chamber?" she asked her question towards Rick before turning towards the Asian man. "So, China-man, what's your name?" Rick nodded towards Anya's question and looked over at the Asian man too.
"I'm Korean," he seemed offended, but seemed to have accepted it. "My name's Glenn." A grin broke on Anya's face.
"Oops?"
Now Glenn's attention was on Rick. "What with the getup? Clint Eastwood here to clear out the town?" he stated sarcastically and Anya had to keep from laughing too loud.
"Lead the way Glenn," she snickered, with Rick glaring up at Glenn from below. Anya was the last one up the rest of the ladder, glancing back down at the roamers. She winced as she thought about what the fall from that height could do. A few broken bones and then eaten alive by roamers. Perfect.
"So you guys got away from the geeks pretty well," Glenn commented as they went down another ladder, leading into a mostly cleared alley. Anya shot one of her arrows into the eye, and then did the same to the next one within seconds. She grabbed her arrows and slid them back into her quiver.
"Quick runner, what can I say?" she broke into a grin, but it soon vanished as she walked right into the department store, where Rick was thrown up against the counter with a gun pointed in his face.
"You killed us!" the blonde yelled at Rick, who seemed confused, to which Glenn answered. Anya glanced at the door, seeing several dozen walkers, one with a rock in it's hands, banging against one of the doors.
"Shit," she muttered. "Would've done better out there in the tank."
"Oh shut up," the blonde sneered once she moved away from Rick. "You'd die of dehydration."
"You never know, maybe it still worked," Anya shrugged. She was toying with the girl, to which the blonde was angry.
"Why you little-"
"Andrea!" a man cut off the blonde. He was of Hispanic descent and was a bit on the chubbier side. "She's messing with you. Like Dixon up there with T-Dog."
"You never know," Anya sang and burst out laughing when she saw Andrea look over at her, glaring with her bright blue eyes. Not the most intimidating thing ever. She was now thinking about the fact that the Hispanic man had said something about "Dixon". Could it be one of her cousins or brothers? Maybe, but probably not. It was very unlikely for any of them to be alive at this point. That's when she heard the firing of a gun.
Everyone began rushing up the steps to see the "Dixon" man who had apparently been firing off yet another gun. He was about as bad as Rick Grimes, from what they were muttering to each other about. Anya was the last one up, breaking through the crowd to see the man. She grinned, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement as her eyes met yet another pair of blue ones.
"Aye Merle, never thought I'd see you again!"