Officer Grimes and I looked to each other dumbfounded. No, we're not going crazy. That's a good thing. The C.B. crackled again.
"Hey, are you guys alive in there?" the man on the radio asked. Officer Grimes scrambled up to get to the C.B. Radio, but in the process he banged his head on some metal, and groaned. He grabbed the radio handset piece,
"Hello? Hello?" he said frantically.
"There you are. You had me wondering." the man replied.
"Where are you?" Officer Grimes asked. "Outside? Can you see us right now?" He yelled.
"Yeah, I can see you. You're surrounded by walkers. That's the bad news." Walkers? That's what people call them? At least I can call them something other than things.
"There's good news?" Officer Grimes asked.
"No." Way to lead us on.
"Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here." Officer Grimes stated. I sat there rubbing my head, trying to get rid of the throbbing headache that was forming.
"Oh man. You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak-out." He sounded younger than I expected.
"Got any advice for us?" asked Officer Grimes. I wonder if I should call him Rick.
"Yeah, I'd say make a run for it." the guy replied.
"That's it's? Make a run for it'?" I crawled over to hear a bit better.
"My way's not as dumb as it sounds. You've got eyes on the outside here. There's one geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down. You with me so far?" the guy said hurriedly.
"So far," replied Officer Grimes.
"Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now while they're distracted, you stand a chance. Got ammo?"
"In that duffelbag I dropped out there, and guns. Can I get to it?" Officer Grimes asked.
"Forget the bag, okay? It's not an option. What do you have on you?" As he said this, I pulled out my knife to show Officer Grimes. He nodded.
"Hang on," Officer Grimes went back to the guy and found a gun, and checked to see if it had any ammo. While searching the man, he found a hand grenade. He came back and spoke again, "I've got a beretta with one clip, 15 rounds."
"Make 'em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an ally up the street maybe 50 yards. Be there."
"Hey, what's your name?" asked Officer Grimes.
"Have you been listening? You're running out of time." Officer Grimes grabbed a shovel off the wall of the tank and we got ready to head out.
"Officer Grimes?" I finally spoke up.
"Please, call me Rick." I nodded, but I shook my head because I forgot what I was going to ask him at least, I don't have to refer him as Officer. "Let's go." He got up and pushed the top door open. He hit the walker that was still on the tank. The walker had a huge gash from its ear to its mouth. Rick hit it again it went to the ground. I got out as fast as I could and followed Rick. He jumped off the tank first. I looked down; that looks really far. I jumped off after him. I grunted with pain. We started running and Rick started shooting the walkers left to right. My legs burned from running so fast. Suddenly I ran into someone. Please don't be dead, please don't be dead! I looked up and he was well you know human. Phew. He...he seems really familiar.
"Whoa! Not dead!" he pleaded. Rick still had his gun up. "Come on! Come on!" We ran behind the guy while Rick shot down walkers. We came up to a ladder and the guy in front of me started to climb. Rick kept shooting walkers until he was out of bullets. I climbed after this guy. Rick was a little bit startled and looked around.
"What are you doin'? Come on!" I yelled below me. We climbed and climbed until we found a landing. We were able to catch our breath for a second.
"Nice moves there Clint Eastwood. You the new sheriff come riding in to clean up the town?" the guy asked sarcastically.
"It wasn't my intention." Rick replied.
"Yeah, whatever. Yeehaw." I giggled softly. "You're still a dumbass."
"Thanks. Rick." Rick stuck his hand out and the guy took it.
"Glenn. You're welcome." he looked to me.
"Avis." He nodded and looked away. Rick stuck his gun into Glenn's bag.
"Oh no." we all looked down, and some how, one of the walkers figured out how to pull themselves up the ladder, sort of. Glenn looked up and we looked after him. "Bright side, it'll be the fall that kills us. I'm a glass-half-full kind of guy." He started climbing and we climbed after him. The climb was long and I held on literally for life. Once we were on the roof we ran.
"Hey, why did you stick your neck out for us?" I asked.
"Call it foolish. Naive hope that if I'm ever that far up shit creek, somebody might do the same for me. Guess I'm an even bigger dumbass than Indiana Jones here." Glenn, he makes me laugh, even in this shitstorm. Glenn threw his bag down another ladder and started heading down. I looked to Rick and he just rolled his eyes smiling. I climbed down after Glenn with Rick after me and he shut the door causing everything to go dark.
I only own my lovely OC Avis. :D