My eyes widened. Should I shout out to the guy? No, that would draw the attention of the walkers, and it would put us and him in even more danger. But I couldn't just let him run right into the herd!

"Glenn!" I whispered frantically.

He jogged over. I pointed down to the guy on the horse, now making his way around the corner. Glenn's eyes widened just as wide as mine were. We watched as the horse rounded the corner. The walkers all looked up at it, and started for it. The horse bucked, and for a minute I thought the guy was going to get bucked right off. He held on, though, and snapped the bridles of the horse and ran down the street towards the other end. But he must have attracted some when he rode in, because there was an equally big herd blocking his path. His horsed bucked him again, and he ended up falling to the ground.

My eyes widened in the fear that I would have to watch someone get eaten alive. But he crawled under the tank. I couldn't see him, so I just hoped that he would make it. Some of the walkers were trying to get under the tank, and a few succeeded. The rest were busy eating the horse. Suddenly, I heard a series of gunshots. He must be shooting them down as they crawl under the tank. Then, just as quickly as it had started, the firing stopped. Had he gotten bit? Did he run out of bullets? Then, he popped out of the top of the tank, and he got a look of what we were seeing. There were walkers everywhere, you could barely see the street. A few started to climb up the side of the tank to get to him, but he quickly closed the lid. So, now he's trapped in there. That's just peachy.

"We have to help him" I told Glenn.

"How?" Glenn asked. "There are too many walkers".

I sighed heavily. I looked around, and my eyes rested on the radio on his belt.

"Give me your radio" I ordered.

"Wait…what are you…hey!" he protested as I grabbed the radio. I turned it on, and tried to find out what station the tanks might be on. It's a modern day tank, and I've been inside them more than a few times. I knew most everything about them. I tuned the radio in, and hoped and prayed to God there would be another voice on the receiving end.

"Hey, you. Dumbass in the tank. Cozy in there?" I asked. Glenn snickered. I shot him a glare and he stopped. This wasn't the time for laughing. All I got in response was a faint crackling noise.

"Hello. Is anybody there? Are you bit?" I asked.

"No" I heard a rough southern voice come in.

"Oh, good. You're alive" I said.

"Yeah. What's going on out there?" The voice asked.

"It looks pretty bad. Walkers all over, although most of them are eating your horse." I said.

"Yeah, you should see it from up here, you'd be having a major freak attack" Glenn said, grabbing the radio from me. I about face palmed. Even in a dire situation that had someone's life dependent on us, he could still be a geek.

"Got any advice?" the man asked.

I grabbed the radio back from Glenn. I paused a moment before answering. I was weighing out the odds, and whether they would be in his favor or not. "I think your best bet is to make a run for it" I told him.

Glenn looked at me like I was crazy, but I shushed him before he could say anything.

"Is that it?" the voice asked.

"Pretty much. How much ammo you got?" I asked him.

"Hold on, let me check." He responded. A few moments later, he came back on. "I've got a full beretta clip, 15 rounds, and a grenade" he answered.

"Make 'em count" I said. I turned to Glenn. "Where can he meet us?"

"Down the alley a block, maybe…50 yards from where he is now." He answered.

"Meet us in the alley about 50 yards from where you are. If you climb out and run down the street on the opposite side of the tank, you can make it." I told the man.

"Hey. What's your name?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Have you not listened to one goddamn word I said? You don't have much time. I'll tell you when to go. Just don't fuck this up for yourself." I signed off, a bit agitated.

"Come on, we have to get down to that alley. We'll meet him down there and bring him back with our group." I told Glenn.

Glenn nodded and started down the stairs. I followed quickly after him. Once we got to the bottom and out the back of the store, I radioed back to the guy.

"Go. Now's your only chance. We'll meet you in the alley we talked about. Make those 15 rounds count" I told him. I heard him respond with an "Okay". Not 10 seconds later, we heard him shooting as many as he could. We started to run down the alley so that we could open the gate that barricade that kept the walkers out for him. We just got there and opened it up when he came around pointing a gun in Glenn's face.

"Whoa, whoa, not dead!" Glenn cried. The man ran in and we closed the gate quickly, but we didn't close it far enough. The walkers started to spill through.

"This way! Up the ladder!" I yelled to them.

I ran for the ladder with Glenn and the new guy hot on my trail. We climbed up as fast as we could and got to a metal landing. I bent over, wheezing from all that running. Glenn and I both looked at each other and nodded. A job well done.

"Rick, thanks" the man said.

"Sapphire, this is Glenn. You're welcome" I told him. "So what, are you the sheriff, come riding in to clean up the town?" I asked him sarcastically.

"I didn't know what was left here" he replied.

"Yeah, yeah, Yeehaw. You're still a dumbass" Glenn said.

"We need to get back to the others." I told Glenn. I looked up and saw the ladder we had to climb.

"On the bright side, it'll be the fall that kills us. I'm a glass half full kind of guy" Glenn said.

We started the climb, and made it to the top in no time. We ran across the roofs and Glenn opened up a door that had a ladder leading down into another alley.

"Hey" Rick asked. "Why'd you risk your neck back there for me?"

"In case if I'm that far up shit creek, you would have done the same for me" Glenn responded.

Rick turned to me, his eyes asking the same question.

I shrugged. "Wouldn't look good on me if I'd let you die back there" I responded.

Rick smiled. We made our way back down into the alley. Glenn took out his radio.

"We're back, brought a guests. Two walkers in the alley. Take em out" Glenn told Morales.

Two guys wearing riot gear came out of the door ahead of us and started to beat the walkers. They smashed their heads in while we ran in through the door, and they followed right behind us, slamming the door shut and locking it.

All of a sudden, Andrea grabbed Rick by his shirt and pointed a gun at him while pushing him up against a desk. I pulled out my gun and aimed it right between her eyes.

"We're dead because of this asshole." She growled.

"Andrea, back off" Maorales told her while taking off the riot gear.

"NO!" Andrea yelled.

I cocked my gun. "You shoot him, I shoot you." I said menacingly. I wasn't going to let all that hard work of saving this guy go right down the drain. I then noticed that she had the safety on. Talk about a dumb blonde.

Andrea finally backed off and lowered her gun, but she was half crying. "We're dead because of him. We're never gonna get out of here"

"Yes, we can. We'll find some way. There's got to be another option." Glenn said.

Jacqui shook her head. She dragged us to the front of the store and pointed at the two sets of glass doors.

"Every walker for miles heard you popping off rounds" T-Dog said.

"You just rang the dinner bell" Jacqui said.

We looked in horror as we saw a sea of walkers trying to break through the glass at the front of the store.

"We have to get back to camp" Glenn said.

"The refugee center?" Rick asked hopefully.

"Yeah, they have biscuits waiting for us in the oven" Jacqui said, sarcastically.

We were interrupted by a series of gunshots. They were coming from the roof.

"Oh, no. Is that Dixon?" Andrea asked. We all ran up the stairs as fast as we could. When we got to the top, I was the first out onto the roof. Merle was standing there firing down at the walkers.
"Merle, what the hell are you thinking?!" T-Dog yelled.

Merle turned around to face us, and smiled. "Well, now. You should be more polite to a man with a gun" he said.

"Man, you're wasting bullets we ain't even got, man!" T-Dog yelled at him.

"You think I'm just gonna stand here 'n take orders from you? Yeah, that'll be the day." Merle said.

"T-Dog, just back off…" Morales said.

"NO!" T-Dog yelled. "That'll be the day? You got something you wanna tell me?" he asked Merle.

"Yeah, I'll tell you the day, 'Mr. Yo', it's the day I take orders from a nigger" He said.

T-Dog swung at him, but missed. Merle took the butt of his gun and rammed it into T-Dog's face. T-Dog fell to the ground and Merle tackled him and pointed his gun at him. I couldn't just let the asshole do this. We don't need this right now.

"Merle!" I shouted. He stopped and looked at me.

"What, you think you're gonna take me on?" he said smiling. "Oh, wait a minute. You're the new girl, right?"

"Yeah, I'm the new girl." I said walking up to him. "And I'd like to introduce myself formally to you" I said. I pulled back my arm and punched him square in the nose. Immediately, blood started gushing out of it. He took a swing at me, but I ducked. I had taken fighting classes when I was younger, but they were no good. I learned to fight the hard way. I was constantly getting into fights at school, but luckily, dad didn't give two shits about it. I ducked and punched him in the gut. He punched me in the cheek, but I barely noticed. I was pissed off, and I mean PISSED OFF. I tackled him, but not before kicking the gun out of his hand. Rick threw me something, but I didn't realize what it was until I caught it. Handcuffs. I flipped him over with all my strength, since he was a pretty muscular man, and handcuffed him to the piping running across the roof, while pointing a gun at his head.

He looked up at me and smirked. "You really know how to fight, girly." He said.

"Grew up fighting." I answered simply. "Now, there are no niggers, or white trash. There's humans and walkers. Us and them."

"Screw you" he answered simply.

I pressed the gun harder against his temple. "You ought to be more polite to a woman with a gun to your head. Common sense, right?" I said, mimicking his words from earlier.

"Yeah? Well, screw ya twice" he said.

My parents had friends who were police officers, so I knew about searching to make sure I'd gotten his weapons. I reached into his pockets, and felt a little baggie in his vest pocket. So this guy was a pot head too. I pulled it out and held it under his chin, and he looked down to see what I had found.

"You got a little something under your nose" I said, flicking him under his nose.

"What are ya gonna do, arrest me?" he teased.

But he stopped laughing as he saw me draw my arm back as far as I could and throw it off of the roof.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doin!? That's my stuff!" he yelled, rattling the handcuffs in protest. I walked away to the side of the roof, rubbing my jaw where he had hit me and my fist which hurt a little from connecting with all the muscle he had.

"I'm gonna kick your ass! You hear me!? YOU HEAR ME?!" he yelled.

"Yeah, your voice carries" I answered. That seemed to piss him off even more. Rick came over and stood beside me.

"I didn't know you were on the police force." He said.

"I wasn't. We had friends that were, though" I responded.

"We?" he asked.

"Griffon!" I called. He came forward and stood beside me. "This is my brother, and over there is Jacqui, Glenn, T-Dog, Morales, Andrea, and I guess you've met Merle." I said, glaring at Merle.

"I'm Rick Grimes" he said.

"Where you from?" Morales asked.

"Down the road a ways" he responded.

"How far down the road a ways?" Morales asked.

"Outside the city" Rick replied.

"Look this is great and all, but how are we gonna get out of here?" Jacqui asked. And that question brought us back to reality. What were we going to do?