Rick clicked the radio's transmitter, "Whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned here." It was true, he had sweat pouring down his head; Joseph was a little bit amused however as he was literally whistling Dixie.
"Pay no mind to it man, I've been through ffffaaaarrrrrrr more fucked up shituatuions as I like to call them!" He twirled his pistol around continuing with his whistling.
The Sheriff frowned as the voice continued, "You and your friend are surrounded by Walkers. I advise you guys to make a run for while they're distracted with the eating."
Joseph was already crouched and waiting for Rick, he knew that they'd have to be quicker than Speedy Gonzalas and the Road Runner if they had weird mouse-bird Mexican babies, "Can you see the bag of guns?" So that's what was in the bag, never did get around to asking about it. It could've been his laundry for all Joseph knew.
"Forget the bag! It's not an option!" I dunno that bag seems tempting, like leaving your gold claim out in the open like in the California gold rush.
"Where do we have an opening?" Rick asked cocking his .44 Magnum like a badass in Joseph's opinion at least.
The guy on the radio stopped for a second, some muttering could be heard as if he was questioning his own sanity, "When you get out of the tank, head down right and head down to the alley on your left and I'll get you guys out from there."
Joseph swipes the radio, "Righty'o chap, we'll be down there lickiddy split!" He hands the radio back to Rick and holsters his pistol, "I'll go swordtage, you keep that pistol at the ready."
"Kay then… You ready?" Rick asked with his hand on the hatch, Joseph chuckled pushing him out of the way.
"I'll take point," He pushed the hatch off and kicked a walker off of the tank, unsheathing the Khopesh he decapitated a walker that was over his saddle bag, "take this!"
Rick caught the bag and hooked a strap over his shoulder and shot a walker out of the way; Joseph run along the back end of the tank and jump kicked a walker that was in Rick's way, "Onwards!" He cried decapitating a walker and kicking another in the jaw, shattering the rotting bones into the skull pallet ending its unholy life.
A right swing and left swing decapitated three more walkers that got too close to the duo, they weren't far from the radioman's direction's, "That guy better not be mindfucking us, or I'll kicking somebody's ass rather hard!" He head butted a walker and swiped it's foot sending it to the pavement where it met its end in the form of a boot.
They turned the corner with sword and pistol raised at the man waiting for them, "Whoa- not dead!" He stared dumbfounded at the duo, in his defense it was a rather strange sight; a cowboy looking sheriff running around with a sword wielding soldier, the apocalypse bore strange things for certain.
The Asian guy lead them to an ladder and rapidly climbed it like his life depended on it, it sort of did. Joseph sheathed the sword and upholstered the Uzi, "Thinning the Crowd Rick, get yourself up the ladder!" He cheered cocking the gun with his cheery tone sounding off; three quick bursts liquidized the grey matter in the bulk of the walkers that were trying to squeeze through the gate.
Joseph once again whistled as he climbed up the ladder to catch up with Rick and their new Asian friend. Rick lent Joseph a hand to which he happily accepted, "This here is Glen-"
"You!" Joseph interrupted walking towards the baseball capped Korean that was shivering in fright, "You will never ever! Call me a dumbass again; you can call me asshole, motherfucker, dick head, but never dumbass!" He shouted jabbing his finger in Glen's chest with every obscenity.
Glen raised his hands and closed his eyes, "Okay, okay I'm sorry!"
He opened them to see the man that was shouting at him previously smiling, "Apology accepted! If Rick hasn't already told you my name is Joseph Able Abdiel, and uh… sorry for the whole losing my shit thing…"
Glen nodded looking between Joseph and Rick with a 'you know this guy?' look, to which Rick just shrugged, "I just met Joseph a couple of hours ago, he agreed to help me find my family for the 'hell of it' as he put it."
"Really?" Glen asked squinting, it is highly unusual if not improbable that someone would just offer they're help without any agenda to it.
Joseph shrugged, "I was just bored, and this poor sod needed my help."
Rick frowned at being referred to as a poor sod but kept his protests to himself as Glen lead them down a staircase to an alley.
"I'm coming through the alley. There's four geeks out here." Joseph was about to kill the 'geeks' himself but two fellows wearing some makeshift armor came out and bludgeden the corpses to their final death's, poor fuckers.
Before Joseph could say his thanks to the men a blonde woman grabbed Rick and shoved a pistol in his face, "You idiot! You just killed us all!"
The woman froze feeling the barrel of a pistol being pressed against her temple, "Miss it is very illegal to threaten the life of an officer of the law, and my new friend, so please. Put the damn sidearm away now."
Joseph had his Uzi out and had it lazily aimed at Glen and the other two men, "Now if we can discuss this like civilized people I think we can come to terms with each other."
The men unmasked themselves revealing the frighten expressions of a black man and Latino, "Easy man, Andrea put the gun away." The Hispanic man pleaded, not taking his eyes off of the sub machine gun that was pointed at him.
Andrea, or blonde bitch in Joseph's mind, removed the side arm from Rick's personal space; slowly but surely Joseph holstered the Uzi but kept his pistol in hand in the off chance these strangers do something stupid.
The Hispanic man sighed, "Your gunfire attracted walkers from all over. We're stuck here." He said exasperated leading the small party to the front of the store, where there was a black Friday worthy amount of zombies.
"You just rang the dinner bell." Andrea said morbidly while accusingly staring at the sheriff and soldier, who lifted the riot glass face shield.
"Naw that ain't right, dinner isn't for another six hours. I'd say they're here for the lunch special and back to school deals!" Joseph said jabbing his finger to a back to school sign, chuckling to his own terrible joke.
Nobody else was laughing, Rick face palmed; for him meeting Joseph has been one hell of an experience, while the others just looked at him like a madman.