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Living In Hell

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Y/N felt as if she was on cloud nine. Leaned up against the wall on an abandoned rooftop, she watched the sunset. In reality, she should have been scared at the thought of being alone out here with nightmares just around the corner, but she wasn't. Not in the slightest. Maybe it was because she felt comfort under the effect of the drugs. Even when the whole world was falling apart around her, she couldn't fight an addiction. She was better off trying to fight this than those things down there lurking in the shadows.

Things had been this way for her for a little while now, maybe around two to three months. Alone and barely managing with the scraps and bits she found. Sooner or later the tiny bit of luck that she had was going to run out, and then she'll be running into things even worse than flesh-eating beasts: other people. In a world like this, it's all about the survival of the fittest and if you don't kill them first then they will kill you. That was just how it worked.

The next morning she woke up to the sound of crickets and the sun barely peeking over the horizon. Though she had a headache from the night before and regretted it, Y/N still made sure to get everything ready for a long day. In the early hours of the morning, she set out for a new area to scavenge. Walking in the heat for a long amount of time would have easily worn her out and cause a depletion of the small amount of water that she did have. Y/N wasn't quite in the city yet. Just a small, almost urban area that had a few apartment buildings here and there, but that was where she was heading. The city.

Before her ride got screwed to hell, there was a broadcast saying that there were survivors. A safe haven. The only problem was that she had mixed feelings about going into the city. If there were thousands of people on the road there when the evacuation begin, where did they all go? She tried not to dwell on the thought for too long, it would make her anxiety spike up. Her nerves were calmed and her hands were cold in the morning air as she smoked her very last cigarette away. Once the flame dulled, she dropped it to the ground and stomped it under the heel of her boot and then got on her bike and started pedaling towards the direction that would lead her to safety. A little hope goes a long way at a time like this.

When she got there, it turned out to all be a farce. A complete waste of her time. She had spent a long time sneaking around some of the buildings but there was no sign of a safe haven. There was no place that showed any indication of survivors. She was so unfathomably angry, but there wasn't a single thing she could do about it. She was busy trying to get away from the horde that had been hidden around the corner of one of the city buildings of Atlanta.

This was what she knew was going to happen, but she ignored her instincts anyways like the fool she was. She was pedaling fast when all of a sudden she was on the ground and in a heaping mess. Something had knocked her off. It was a man and his horse. To Y/N, it seemed ridiculous at the moment. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She yelled at the man in her hoarse voice that she hadn't used since the beginning of this mess.

The other man, who was in a sheriff's uniform, seemed to be in a daze as he was on the ground now as well. Once he snapped out of it, he was on his feet. "We need to get out of here, now!" The growls had gotten closer and the fact that they were still coming had re-entered her mind. Without thinking, she followed the stranger to a tank that was in the street. When they were in and he closed the lid behind them, the sound of fists hitting against the metal walls and growls were echoing in their ears.

"My name is Rick," the man said with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Y/N." She didn't bother getting all friendly with this man she didn't even know. Who knew what would happen if two idiots like them tried to survive together or even get out of this tank alive. The corpse sitting in between them slowly started to move and before she could stop him, Rick had fired a bullet. The sound ricocheted off the walls and they both groaned in pain with their hands covering their ears.

The silence that had quickly formed was interrupted by the sound of a radio that had a man speaking. Their eyes darted around to find it, only to realize it was in the front. Hesitantly, Rick crawled past the corpse and accidentally hit his head on the roof, hissing in pain. He forcefully pulled the radio to his ear once he reached it.

"Hey? Are you alive in there?"

There was a pause for a few seconds until Rick answered the man. "Hello! Hello? Where are you? Outside? Can you see us right now?" His fingers were gripped around the small object.

"Oh there you are, you guys had me wondering." His voice sounded relieved. "I can see you but the bad news is, you're surrounded by walkers."

"And the good news?" He asked.

"There isn't any."

"Listen, whoever you are," He said getting anxious. "I don't mind telling you that we are getting a little concerned in here." His breathing was heavy and he grabbed onto the bar as if it was going to support him emotionally.

"Oh man, you should see the view from here. You would freak out." Y/N rolled her eyes at the man on the radio. Like that was going to make them feel better about their situation. She moved over towards Rick and grabbed the radio out of his hands.

"Look, do you have any advice for us? I think we might need some right about now." Her anxiety was starting to kick in and her grip tightened. There was silence again.

"I say make a run for it."

"Wait, before we try anything, who are you? Why are you helping us?" Y/N wanted to know the man who was telling them to run into a mob of walking dead monsters.

"The man who is going to save your ass."

It took them a couple of minutes to look around the small confined area to find something of use that could be added to the plan of getting out of there. She didn't find anything of value until she came across the pocket of the soldier. A single grenade.

"So we are just going to run for it?" Rick turned to Y/N with doubt.

"Yes, it's the only idea that we have right now. I'd rather not stay here like a meat box."

"My way isn't as dumb as it sounds. You guys have eyes on the outside here. There's one geek still up on the tank, but the others have climbed down and joined the others where..the feeding frenzy with the horse went down. Are you with me so far?" The voice asked. He seemed freaked out himself, like he wasn't sure of what he was doing or if he was going to accomplish saving us.

"So far."

"Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now while they are still distracted, then just maybe you guys will stand a chance. Do you have ammo?" Rick looked around as if he was upset like he made a mistake. Y/N didn't say much, she only sat next to the man and listened in on the plan that was developing. She didn't have a gun or anything that would be useful. A pocket knife wouldn't save her.

"In that duffel bag, I dropped out there, the guns."

"No, forget the bag. It's not an option. What do you have on you?" By Rick's side, he had a pistol. He set down the radio for a moment and reloaded it quickly. Sweat dripped from his nose and onto the floor. From the look on his face, it was almost like he wasn't mentally prepared for everything that was happening and the things that had already happened.

"Have you ever killed a walker before?" She could see the scared look in his eyes and it left her curious. Slowly he shook his head.

"I was in a coma at Harrison Memorial Hospital when this all happened. I only woke up a couple of days ago. Barely got the hang of all of this."

A sigh left the girls lips and she ran a hand down her face. This man was going to die before they even got anywhere. Rick definitely had a lesser chance of surviving against him. "Well, you can explain your story later because right now, we have to go." She wanted to hear what happened to the man, but they were wasting time.

"Guys?" They were brought back to the situation.

Rick answered his previous question. "I got a Biretta with one clip. Fifteen rounds."

"Make them count. Jump off the right side of the tank and keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street maybe fifteen yards. Be there." Y/N tried to burn the image in her mind of the game plan.

"Hey... What's your name?" Rick asked after they had just been told to make a run for it. Now.

"Have you been listening? You guys are running out of time!"

With that said, Y/N grabbed the shovel she spotted hanging on the wall above her head and Rick stood near the hatch of the tank. Her blood started to pump a little faster at the thought of making it out of here. It was hot and sweaty, not to mention the bad odor of the decomposing body hung in the air. It was making her feel nauseous.

Within seconds he opened the hatch and sunlight poured through. Quickly, he climbed out and Y/N followed after him. A groan to her left caught her attention and she swung without thinking. The walker's face was now even more distorted. She got a good look at the skin that was sliced open on its cheek as it fell backward like it was paralyzed for a moment. The others had already noticed them scrambling off the front of the tank and jumping onto the road. It had hurt her leg when she landed but her mind was elsewhere instead of focusing on the pain.

Gunshots rang off one after the other and corpses dropped to the ground in sync. Rick wasn't too bad of a shot for someone who just woke up in this hellish world. Then he stopped shooting when a chain fence swung out in front of him. "Whoa! Not dead!" A boy in a baseball cap yelled looking scared.

After a couple of seconds, the only sound Y/N could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She was running with a burning sensation in her leg to the alleyway where they would meet the man that was on the radio. He said to meet him there, right now. As they neared the wired fence they saw a figure waving their arms, telling her to hurry up her pace. This wasn't a gym class. Living was not a grade, it was a choice.

Finally, Y/N reached them, panting and pink. Her nerves were on the edge and she felt really jumpy. There weren't many words exchanged between them as they ran towards the ladder on the side of the building. It was the only way out of there for them. More gunshots went off and more bodies were held back. Then the click of an empty clip signified the end of all the bullets.

"What are you guys doing? Come on!" She was lagging a little behind because of her leg and because she was letting Rick climb first. The slightly rusted bars burned under her palms. She was climbing right behind Rick when his eyes started to drop down below them. Walkers were starting to swarm just below her feet. She wouldn't deny the fact that she was just a little bit scared for the time being.

"Hurry up," she said with a slightly shaky voice and they did as she said. The growls from the dead were something that would always be around the corner or a couple of feet away. You could never escape that sound. Once they reached the top, everyone rested for a moment. The hot Georgia air was humid and the sun was beating down on them, unforgiving.

"Nice moves there Clint Eastwood. Are you the new sheriff to come clean up the town?" The man was leaned over the yellow railing as he made his sarcastic remarks. The hat that shaded his face matched his clothes.

"And what are you? The pizza boy ready to deliver everyone their tasty meals today get any tips so far?" Y/N said once she realized that his uniform was for a pizza place.

"Yeah whatever, yeeha. You guys are still a dumbass."