Chapter Three

Summer's POV

Rick and I approached Atlanta and it looked just as I feared it would. There was no help here. The city was run down and taken over just like the rest of the state.

We slowly trotted through the city and stopped when we heard the sound of a helicopter. We looked up and saw it's reflection on the side of a building, both of us looking up to see where it was coming from.

"Hold on tight, Summer," Rick said, "I'm gonna get her to gallop in the direction of the sound."

I nodded and gripped his waist, under his bag of guns, tighter. We galloped toward the helicopter and were suddenly stopped by a huge herd of walkers. We turned around and went around a tank in the middle of the street only to be blocked by another herd. We were surrounded and the walkers were closing in. They began to grab at the horse and Rick turned to me. I pulled out my gun and nodded. We began firing shots but it only drove them closer. They were starting to pull the horse down. Everything was happening so fast. We were going down.

"Summer!" Rick yelled over the commotion, "Get down now! You'll be crushed! Get to the top of that tank!"

I nodded at him and quickly surveyed the surroundings. I was close enough to the thank to make the jump. I hurled myself at the tank just barely landing on the ladder as the horse, and Rick, went down.

"Rick!" I screamed.

"I'm fine! Climb!" he yelled.

I started climbing, kicking walkers in the head before they could grab me. I made it to the top and thankfully there were only a few walkers. I switched from my gun to my knife, knowing the gun was a lost cause. I killed as many as I could before getting the top hatch open and climbing in. Pulling it closed behind me. I could hear the footsteps above knowing the walkers at the base made their way to the top.

I could hear gunfire below me and noticed the bottom hatch on the tank was open. Rick was right below me, firing rounds. They were closing in on him.

"Rick!" I shouted.

He looked up and I stretched my arm out to him. He grabbed hold and I pulled him up and he shut the hatch behind him. We both sat down breathing heavily and I could feel the baby moving around wildly.

Rick checked his gun and noticed he was out of ammo. He surveyed the tank and noticed a dead soldier in the corner. He went over and pulled the gun from the soldier's holster. He checked the clip and the soldier started to groan.

"Summer, cover your ears," he said simply.

I obliged and he pointed the gun to the walkers head and pulled the trigger. The sound was deafening. Even with them covered it felt like my ears were gonna start bleeding. Finally the ringing in my ears subsided and we were able to try and get our bearings. Then we heard the CB radio making noise.

"Hey, dumbasses," a voice came through, "Yeah, you two in the tank. Can you hear me? Are you alive in there?"

I scrambled over to the radio.

"Yes, yes we are," I replied.

"Good," the voice replied, "you guys are so dumb and you don't have much time. Do you have any weapons?"

At this point Rick pulled a grenade off the walker.

"Yes," I replied, "two guns with about twenty rounds between both, a grenade and a knife."

"You should be fine," he said, "there are only two walkers on top of the tank. The rest have gathered around the horse. Get off the right side of the tank and you'll see a blocked off alleyway with a fence. Be there."

"We dropped a bag of guns," I said back.

"Aren't you listening?!" he shouted, "Forget the guns! Get out now! The alley with the fence!"

I looked at Rick and he nodded. We pushed the top hatch of the tank open and made our way back out into Atlanta.