Fight With You - Daryl Dixon TWD

Chapter One

Man In The Tank

It's weird to think that life turned out like this. The dead walking, people turning on each other, never being able to have a moment's rest.

But that's my life.

We run. We hide. We fight.

It never ends.

Sometimes I sit and wonder what life would've been like if the apocalypse hadn't hit.

Would I have been one of those women running around an office, tired of the sexist comments from workers and despising my boss? Or would I have been a famous actress, a singer, a celebrity?

Guess we'll never know.

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The way I see it, this guy has 2 options.

Stay in the tank,

Or,

Stay in the tank.

I lied, this guy is fucked.

The wind drowned out some of the groans from below, but it was still plainly obvious that there was a swarm of walkers down on the street.

I was perched on the building left of the tank, my assault rifle by my side as I debate what to do.

Do I help him? Is it worth it? I mean, the walkers are there and distracted, but after, where do we go? But I can't just leave him there.

Ah, fuck my damn moral compass.

I grab my gun and an empty glass bottle, ready to swing down the fire escape when my walkie-talkie crackled.

"Hey, you. Dumb ass." A man's voice came through, quiet but clear.

Is he talking to me? 'Dumb ass', who does he think he-

"Hey, you in the tank. Cozy in there?"

Oh. Not me, the actual dumb ass in the tank.

I grab my walkie and go to reply when the man speaks again.

"Hey, are you alive in there?"

I put down my gun and walk to the edge of the building, bringing my binoculars to my eyes and surveying the area around the tank for any signs of a person, namely the person on the radio.

While I had no luck finding him, I did spot the odd 2 people on the roof, a redneck with a rifle and a guy with binoculars like me.

"Hello? Hello?" A southern accent - most likely the man in the tank - came through the walkie and startled me, making me look back towards the device in my hand.

I decided to listen in for now and see how these guys wanted this to play out, so I grabbed my binoculars and looked back down at the tank to see some of the walkers get distracted by other things - mostly the poor horse - and make a gap through to the street.