The sun was beating down but the wind was keeping her cool. Raven looked around the empty road as they passed another wreckage of cars, keeping an eye out for the dead, although Star seemed to have a very good sense for those things and would often get very edgy if any were around. Right now she was calm. The constant clopping of hooves had become rather reassuring and almost comforting amongst the silence of the wilderness. It was starting to get difficult to remember how noisy the world used to be, traffic, construction, music, thousands of people talking. Heck she even kind of missed the sound of planes flying overhead.

It was strange to think not too long ago she had been headed into Las Angeles to perform. The circus convoy hadn’t made it that far when the outbreak had occurred, and she figured a highly populated area was probably somewhere she wanted to avoid. Less people; less dead people. So she was headed out for the wilderness. She had more than enough camping and survival experience to survive out there on her own. So for now the noises of her horsey companion were enough for now, to the point where they were becoming familiar almost to the point where she didn’t hear them.

However there was one call she couldn’t ignore. Pulling Star over to the side of the road Raven slid off and looped her reins over a tree branch, tying them off lose enough that the horse could run if she felt the need to, but also enough so that she didn’t wonder off and then quickly headed into the surrounding forest. She remained alert for sounds of anything moving as she tended to her business however stopped when she heard the sound of cars approaching. “Oh shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.” The girl muttered as she quickly pulled up her pants and began half running, half stumbling back towards the road.

Star was still on the side of the road and she had no idea what a group would do if they found her. Best case they’d just take all her stuff, that was is they stopped. Worst case they’d kill her or something horrible like that. Drawing her bow she notched an arrow and put tension to the string, drawing it back and crouching down as she began slowly approaching the road as she kept an eye out for any signs of movement that may be unfriendly.