Third Person's POV

The horse that Rick and Sadie were riding on galloped all the rest of the way to Atlanta. Until it came into view, when they slowed down and stopped the horse.

What Sadie found strange was that the highway on the way into Atlanta was completely clear, not one car in sight, but the way out of Atlanta there were abandoned cars piled on top of one another, trying to leave.

"Rick, do you see–" Rick cut Sadie off. "Yeah, I see." He answered and then got the horse going again, heading to the city.

Sadie and Rick rode into the city, along the streets. There were abandoned vehicles everywhere and the streets were just as messy as the halls in the hospital, trash everywhere.

They rode past a bus that had some walkers inside. The walkers noticed them and started getting up to follow them. "Steady. It's just a few. Nothing we can't outrun." Rick comforted the horse. Then they continued riding down the street.

They rode past an abandoned tank and looked up in the air. To their surprise, they saw a helicopter fly past them. Rick started riding the horse in the direction of the helicopter, but regretted that decision when they turned a corner to come face to face with a whole hoard of walkers. There were so many of them.

Rick immediately turned the horse around and started galloping as fast as the horse could the other way. But there were walkers coming from all directions. "Oh, shit." Sadie breathed out, seeing how fucked they were.

There was nowhere to turn and the walkers had surrounded the horse, grabbing at it and the two on it. "Rick!" Sadie yelled, scared. She didn't fear death, but she did fear the pain of being bitten and tore apart, piece by piece, flesh by flesh.

The walkers managed to pull Rick and Sadie down from the horse and all the walkers started ripping apart the horse. Sadie felt terrible for the horse, but then again, it's death was what was giving Rick and Sadie their only chance of survival.

When Rick hit the ground, he dropped the bag of weapons. Sadie, however, didn't drop her bag because it was on her back. A walker came at Rick, but he kicked it back away from him.

Rick glanced at the bag of weapons, but there was no chance to grab it. There were too many walkers. And more just kept coming. "Shoot." Rick muttered and then pointed at the tank. "Sadie, go to the tank." He instructed, trying to keep himself and her alive.

They both frantically crawled under the tank, trying to get away from the walkers. Sadie was forced to take her bag off her back because she wouldn't have been able to fit under the tank if she still had it on. Now that it was off though, she grabbed her gun from inside and started shooting the walkers that had almost reached her legs.

"Oh, God. Oh, God." Rick muttered, seeing that the walkers were now coming from the other side of the tank too. Rick rolled onto his back to the same position Sadie was in, grabbed his gun from his belt, and started helping her shoot the walkers.

Sadie shot seven walkers, but she was getting more nervous, if that was possible. Her gun only held ten rounds, so she only had three left. She kicked one walker that was coming for her legs and slammed her gun into the head of another walker, but she was forced to shoot another one when it was only inches away from biting her shin. Two rounds left.

Sadie glanced over at Rick, who was also trying to kill as many walkers as possible to keep themselves alive, but what she saw was a walker coming from the other side of the tank, about to bite his head. Sadie quickly but accurately shot it in the brain, saving Rick's life. One round left. And there was no time to reload her gun.

There were dozens of them trying to make their way under the tank to get to Sadie and Rick, and Sadie refused to become one of them. "Rick, Daddy, Uncle Merle, I'm sorry." She whispered, placing the barrel of the gun against her head and squeezing her eyes shut. She was just about the pull the trigger when Rick stopped her.

"Sadie!" He exclaimed, finding a hatch above them. He opened it and pulled himself up before pulling Sadie up behind him. Sadie just barely managed to grab her bag in the fist of her hand as he pulled her up. And once they were both in the tank, Rick shut the hatch behind them.

Then he crawled back away from the hatch, to the opposite side of the tank. Sadie just sat where she was, breathing heavily. She couldn't believe how close she had just come to death.

"Oh, God." Rick breathed out, noticing a dead soldier's body next to where he had crawled to. Rick grabbed the soldier's gun, but the soldier was a walker. "Rick!" Sadie exclaimed, warning him.

Rick gasped lightly as he noticed what she had noticed. He quickly brought his gun up and shot the walker in the brain. That caused a high-pitched ringing in both Rick and Sadie's ears as the loud shot of the gun was trapped, echoing in the tank.

It was very painful. Sadie clutched at her ears and became dizzy and disoriented. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to make it less painful for her ears and brain, letting out a gasps and groans of pain. It was the same for Rick and it took them a minute or two to get their hearing back.

When they did, Rick crawled up the top hatch and opened it to look outside. His bag of guns was way too far out of his reach. It only took a couple moments for the walkers to realize he was exposed to the outside and for them to start climbing on top of the tank.

Rick quickly dropped back down into the tank, closing the hatch behind him. He sat on the floor next to Sadie and she looked at him helplessly. "What are we going to do, Rick?" She questioned.

"I don't know, Kid. I really don't." He answered honestly and Sadie grabbed one of his hands, trying to comfort both herself and him. "I'm sorry I got you into this, Cassidy. It's my fault." Rick started apologizing, but Sadie quickly cut him off.

"This is not your fault, Rick. You were the one who found me in the hospital, you were the one that armed me with the gun that quite possibly just saved my life, and you didn't abandon me even though I'm not your responsibility. That's more than anyone else would've done. None of this is your fault." Sadie told him and squeezed his hand once before letting go.

Then she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She desperately missed her daddy and she was quite sure that she would never see him again, which made her almost start to cry. But she didn't. She never cried in front of anyone.

Then suddenly, a voice came through the tank's radio. "Hey, you. Dumbasses. You two in the tank. You comfy in there?"

Rick and Sadie looked at the radio wide eyed as they realized they weren't alone. And maybe that meant there was a chance of surviving.