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Charley had been to enough rough 'n' tumble places to recognize dangers when they stared her in the face. Vehicles on the street to her left, abandoned, while a stretch of emptiness looked at her forward, beckoning her onward, deceptive, like the very asphalt might take the breath from her chest and call her an asshole for falling for it or into it.

On her beast, her steed, the woman trotted forth, one hand on reins while the other hung at her side, waving in the breeze, ever ready to reach the handle of rifle or pistol, whatever the occasion might call for in her untamed adventure.

Amid her backpack, Charley carried all manner of things, from bottled water to ration packs, flashlights to spare batteries, ammunition and knives, whatever tools and utensils to stay alive, and there was no difference amid her person.

She carried a pocket mirror. It was useful to signal but, in that very instance, as she ruffled her fingers through the feathery mane of her horse, the desperation came from somewhere else. The woman caught on in an instant.

Sunlight in the sky, high and mighty, oblivious to the torment of the denizens of this planet beneath it, reflected off the woman’s visage as she squinted. It could be someone in need. It could also be a trick.

[color=fff200]“What do you think?”[/color] The horse just whinnied in compliance as if already making up its mind. [color=fff200]“Agreed. We’re too close for it to make a difference.” [/color]There was no blockade at her position so she had the freedom to make a decision to risk it.

Either way, she would find out one way or the other whether Atlanta was a city to seek shelter, and what better way than at the perimeter? [color=fff200]“Bueno, amigo.” [/color]Charley snapped the reins. [color=fff200][i]“Yah!”[/i][/color] The horse cantered forth, galloped, into the city, toward the direction that the reflection had come from.

Horse and rider rounded street and alley. Charley cradled a rifle in her arms as she barked, if quietly. [color=fff200]“Injury?”[/color] She beckoned at whatever makeshift entrance in the street. Too hidden to see anyone or anything from either end of the section.[color=fff200] “If infected, better make your peace.”[/color] She clicked spit between her teeth. [color=fff200]“Or I can send you to it in one piece.”[/color]

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