The man was already nearer to the tank than I was as I sprinted across the road, revealing myself to the creatures as I smashed their heads in with the hachete, followed by another bringing my uniform covered arm to place the hachete into the strap on my trousers.

At the last minute the man saw me and with a push, I shoved him towards the direction of the tank. "Go!" I shouted roughly to him, wanting to get him to safety. Quickly he followed my instructions and ran towards the tank whilst shooting out at the zombies with his gun - a python. This made me groan with annoyance as I knew now from definite experience that they would all know where we are situated as they were attracted to noise. Deciding that the man who I was following had all ready made it worse by shooting, helping out, I got out my SA80 gun accurately shooting in the head of multiple flesh eaters.

The man stopped though, his get skidding across the roads surface making me wonder what had made him stop suddenly as we already had alot of zombie creatures behind us.

"No, no, no" the man repeated, the chant making me look up to where he was looking at. My eyes widened at the view, my panting from running was heard from both of us. In front of the tank came more zombies and looking around desperately, behind us they were closing in on us from both directions.

Knowing about tanks because of experience, I moved him down by his shoulders quickly spinning around to shoot more of the oncoming creatures.

"Get under the tank!" I cried towards him fiercly, following up with "There's a hatch underneath, go up it!"

Not looking around to see if the man did what I said my feet drew back towards the tank and struggled to reduce the number of zombies in the herd. Turning around quickly to jump onto the tanks base and kicking the bloodied hands which tried to reach my heavily cladded feet, all I was concentrating on was getting out of here alive.

Lifting the top door of the tank up, not knowing whever the man with the sheriff hat had actually got into it safely I jumped down and quickly shut the door once again the creatures started to grab onto me, but this time my arms.

Making sure it was definitely closed, hearing the banging of arms hitting the tank outside I turned around.

The man was slouched on the side of the tank, his face buried in his hands as he breathed heavily. Slowly going towards him, my hand stopped its course in going towards his shoulder to make sure he wasn't bitten when his head slowly lifted up. Facing me was a man, estimatley in his late thirties with dark brown hair, a shaved face to match it.

My hand retreated back to my side, the same time the man who was looking at me held gratitude in his eyes. "Are you bit?" I said my voice coming out in heavy breaths as my eyes looked him up and down checking for bites. "No" he said his breathing slowly returning back to normal. Before I could say anything else, smiling a little he said "Thank you" which in reply I gave as nod, my uniform making a noise as I brought my hand up to pull my hair away from my eyes.

Looking around the tank I noticed quickly a soldier who was sat by the man obviously dead. Staring at it I noticed the man was still looking at me where I stood from where he sat looking over me trying to figure out why I would save him, stopping as his eyes picked up on my scar on the left side of my face.

Hesitantly I heard him introduce himself. "Rick Grimes" his accent strong, totally different from my British one. However I didn't answer because as quickly as he said that the soldier which he sat next to grunted in response of hearing a vice and just as quickly seeing that it had turned I whipped out my knife and stabbed it in his head, Ricks eyes widening.

"Saunders" I replied

"Erica Saunders" I told him introducing myself but not before collecting the gun at the soldiers side, giving thanks silently as I pressed my rough hand gently upon his name tag on his jacket.

The man named Rick Grimes saw my gesture and after I sat down next to him, he replied "You have different uniforms." He gestured to both me and the dead soldier. "Your not from the American Army are you?"

Shaking my head I replied "I'm from the British. We got deployed down to Atlanta when it started"

Nodding his head in understanding, it grew quiet quickly leaving me to put me head in my hands and groan trying to think of a strategy of getting us out whilst hearing the noise outside from the flesh eaters. We were trapped.

The silence though was quickly broken, with a crackling of a radio...

A male voice came through a radio across from the both of us.

"Hey, you. dumb-asses in the tank. You cosy in there?"