Diary Entry 1: The New Wild West...---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The paint horse gently trotted along the desolate stretch of highway, flanked on all sides by abandoned cars, some burned to a blackened char....as were the decomposing corpses that sat as though a collection of macabre statues in the driver and passenger seats. Harley, the young cowgirl who sat atop her trusty steed, she didn't show it upon her stoic face, almost void of any expression at all but a blank and empty stare, but on the inside she was grimacing at the disturbing visage of an untimely and definitely gruesome demise. But....maybe being burned alive or dying in a wreck was a more welcomed way to die....than being slowly eaten alive by...
them. The next town...it was only a few feet away now, and Harley desperately needed to gather supplies. Her stomach growled intensely, slightly startling poor Riley, who like his friend, hasn't had anything to eat in days.
Something appeared to Harley now upon the distance, at first a rather few discernible objects, square in shape and a dull gray, but as Riley strode closer to it hoof by hoof, the objects in question soon came into better view amidst the humid, mirage-like haze, and Harley had hoped to God above that it wasn't a mirage. They were buildings, or more properly.....a gas station with a grocery store next to it. Now while horses didn't run off gas, they still ran out of fuel after traveling a long time, especially from Whitesboro all they way to God knows where in this ravaged and God forsaken country, and the same could be said for their riders.
"C'mon boy. Reckon there's still some food in there." Harley spoke to her trusty steed, giving him a slight nudge in the side with her boot. The horse let out a sharp neigh, which startled Harley.
"Damn boy! Y'all wanna wake the whole town?" Cautiously her eyes darted back and forth, making sure
they didn't hear anything at all that would alert the presence of....fresh meat.
It wasn't just the
nightcrawlers she dreaded. No...when the virus hit her sleepy little town back in Texas...everything came crashing down. Law and order no longer existed. Savages ran rampant, taking whatever they wanted...whoever they wanted.
It was as if the west was wild once again...
Harley had to conserve what ammo she had. It might be mighty hard to fight off hordes of scavengers with just a Bowie knife...especially on an empty stomach.
Her stomach...damn, would it ever quit growling?
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