Chapter 2

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We arrived in Atlanta the next day; it was somewhat quiet and empty to our surprise. Oli and Jim had seen a cop station somewhat down the road and decided to go ahead and see if there were any guns.

I noticed movement out of the corner of my left eye, I walked over to check and make sure it wasn't a group of walkers. I saw a man on a horse, I didn't really know what to make of it, I mean it's a random guy who isn't a walker obviously and he is just ever so causally riding a horse in Atlanta. Anyways, the man was riding a horse in a cop outfit on, he also had a big bag of guns, which we needed. Its not like I planned to steal them, maybe just see if he could spare us one, but first I needed to tell Jim instead of land myself in trouble. I turned around expecting to see Jim and Oli but ended up seeing a walker. This one was a woman, she had one eye completely gauged out and blood running from her jaw, which was somewhat, torn out and just dangling. I knew better than to scream and alert other walkers, so I ran towards the officer, or whatever he is.

His horse seemed spooked, the man was also startled but luckily for me he didn't say anything, he looked back and saw the walker and understood the dilemma, he hoisted me on top of the horse and tried to avoid the walker. The horse, on the other hand, had different plans, it wanted to just race towards the walker and go down the alley where my brother was.

"Oh shit." I heard the man say, he was looking past Oli and Jim and at a group of walkers, a group of 200 or 300. No big deal, its just a bunch of the undead racing towards us, all of them starving from the lack of people who weren't dead. "Get her out of here!" Oli yelled. "No! Oli please, I can't leave you, we have to stay together!" I screamed in hopes that I could get down from this huge horse. "Lizzy, go with him, ill find you soon, I promise. I swear." I couldn't help but feel uncertain, seeing as all of the people I love have left me, one who just couldn't handle living in a world like this decided to just off himself. I watched as we rode away, Oliver and Jim had jumped from the dumpster they were hidden behind into a fire escape.

It felt a little assuring knowing he was safe, but then I bounced back to reality when I saw how many walkers were coming towards us. The horse just couldn't handle it, he sped past as many as he could, I wrapped my arms around the stranger I was with, I noticed just how skinny he was, I wondered how long it had been since he had had a real meal. Not that I had had one in a while. The horse raced towards what seemed to be a tank and was then startled by a walker who was almost as fat as the horse. It fell, bringing us both down with him, I felt a huge crack come from my left arm, I tried my hardest not to cry or yelp. Considering how generous the man had been with me, I decided that it was my turn to make up for it to his now unconscious body. I found an opening in the tank and I quickly stuffed him in jumping in myself as well. Right when I entered, a foul stench quickly filled my nostrils, I gagged but ignored it and hurried to secure the opening by closing it and tightening the latch. I heard the horse on the outside, I knew that it was the new meal of the day for all of the walkers. I looked around the tank and nearly had a heart attack when I saw a body in the corner of the tank.

I saw that he wasn't hurrying to kill me, and he wasn't groaning, in fact he was intact completely, and fully dead, thankfully not one of the living dead, if he was I would be screwed. Which reminded me, where were the weapons. Fuck, they are outside, I have no way of getting out alive now. I placed the mans head on my lap, the one who had saved me of course, not the dead one! I waited on ran my hands through his hair trying to wake him. He awoke looking startled.

"Hey! Its okay, I got us into safety." I said soothing him, "Oh, well where are we?" He said groaning as he lifted himself up. He sounded like my father, his subtle southern accent and his rough manly voice. "In some tank that was near the side of the road. I pushed you into the tank and I couldn't really save the horse. I'm really sorry about that." I said scratching my head. "It's fine," he yawned, "I'm Rick by the way, we never really met." He said chuckling. He extended his hand to shake mine, I handed him my left arm forgetting about my injury. "Oh wow, you bone is practically sticking out!" He said worried. "No biggie, I'll survive, I'm Elizabeth Whitely by the way, but you can call me Liz." He tore off a piece of his pants and used his belt to create some form of a sling for my arm. I smiled, "Thanks." He nodded.

The next few hours we spent trying to wait it out, we talked about where we were before the outbreak, our families. I found out that he was married and had a son, he woke up in a hospital day a few days back and he was still extremely confused as to what was going on. I explained to him about how people started getting sick dying and then re-animating and how it was an extremely contagious disease with no cure obviously. I told him about how my family migrated from London to come to America, which was rumoured to have been the clean land, with no zombies, we were obviously wrong.

I decided to take a peek out of the tank and see what type of a situation we were in. I saw that the walkers were starting to clear, just as I was going to close the tank I saw a young Korean man waving frantically at me, once he saw my eyes were on him he pointed towards a sign he was holding which said channel 101.4 on radio. I nodded and ducked into the tank in search of some sort of a electrical device, I found a little pocket radio in the dead soldiers pants. Rick looked at me with confusion when I turned it on. "If you can here me I repeat! Find the walkie-talkie in there! Find it, I repeat the walkie talkie is in the soldiers hat, find it and go to channel 2!" Rick looked at me and grabbed the walkie-talkie, which was indeed in the soldier's hat. We turned it on and checked in with the boy.

"Hello, this is Glenn, please tell me you have it! If you do please say something." Rick took the little machine and replied, "We are here and need help please, please tell me there is some way you can help us!" His voice sounded so urgent I felt so bad for getting him into this, but on the plus side, maybe if I wouldn't have warned him he would be one of those walkers.

We heard the crackling on the other line and finally got a response. "There is nothing we can do at the moment, you have to wait until morning, your street is crowded with walkers, just wait until zero seven hundred in the morning and we will help you out, that is when the street clears out a bit. Keep tight guys, we'll help you as soon as we can."

Rick looked at me and said, "I really hope this goes well." He then pressed the walkie-talkie button and replied. "Thank you so much, we will be waiting."

That night was one of the scariest night of my life, hearing the moans and screams outside of the tank and not knowing if I would even make it out alive.