[u]Teri[/u]
Jed was promtly bombarded with questions so I left him, lifting the radio to my mouth I pressed a button and spoke into it. A second letter "Testing" echoed out all the radio's in the room. People turned to look at me and I just looked back at them [i]what? They needed to be tried out.[/i] Whatever. I stuffed the radio into my pocket and left the hall. Unclipping the two dogs who were estatic to see me again, I immediatly mounted Black Beauty and kicked him on, away from the hall. The dogs will be able to keep up, but for now. We need to get home, and fast. 
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That night I worked. I packed a tent, gas cooker, all the bottled water and food I owned, what little toiletries I owned, blankets, clothes, all the basic stuff. Into suitcases that were stashed in the cupboard of my bedroom. I then filled several cardboard boxes with soil and dug out and re-potted all my plants. No way in hell I'm letting my hard work go to waste. 

Then I pulled my small cart out the garage and piled everything on. I made it with my boyfriend when we looted houses together before he...
Our names were branded onto the drivers seat of the cart with tipex. He had painted the wood dark green, my favourite colour and the colour of my eyes. "Hmph" was all I had to say to the memories. 

I barely slept that night and arose when the sky started to lighten. I buckled Beauty up and attached him to the cart, the dogs jumped into the back and lay ontop of my pile of blankets. I looked back at my house. It's green roof, the ivy that was now so out of control you could barely open the gate. The drive way where I would play ball games alone as a child. And the roof that I always dreamed of sitting on but never picked up the courage to brave the dangerous walk across the thin tin of the garge roof to climb on the clay tiles. A lump rose in my throat, and I struggled to breathe normally. Birds sang around me as the echoes of hooves on tar clapped around me.
As eauty trotted I sang, I was never religious even though I went to a catholic junior school, but somehow Kumbaya my lord was soothing. Probably just the slow meleody.