[hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/fb17f8a8-b7c6-4b12-bfba-d9bc84684357.jpg[/img][hr]
[url=https://youtu.be/MwVLpsgAe8E]Diana’s Theme
Wayfaring Stranger[/url][/center][hr]
Spotting a stand of Bamboo near a creek Diana entered then a short time later came out with an eight foot length to which she attached her shingle (Red cross flag she liberated from a failed convoy that she displays when she gets near other breathers)

Once she had it ready she climbed onto Redhawk hooking the bottom in her left stirrup and holding it with her left hand and moving onto a road or drive she’d discovered leading her towards the windmill more or less.

As she rode to both announce her approach and to steady her own nerves she sang an old blues gospel [url=https://youtu.be/c06ttCG75Co]Soul of a Man[/url]
She found comfort in the old song as she remembered hearing it the first time back when the world was a place that was becoming harder to believe wasn’t a dream.

[hr][center][h3]Old World Dreams[/h3][/center]

[b]”Hey Doc you need to stop daydreaming else some mucky ill get cha.”[/b] Said Larry one of the irregulars she rode with.
Sergeant Wains told the skinny boy to leave her alone because she’d had it rough the past few days. 

It had been hard but that’s not why she allowed her mind to wander, no she was taking tally of all the things she’d never know, that she’d never see, that were faded dreams.

She had been luckier than most her parents having money to pay for her college but making by on mostly scholarships so she’d had enough money herself to buy a lovely little fixer upper that could see the bay and gate on clear days and in quiet little neighborhood. 

She had a little Bug convertible she had bought at the police auction lucky no collectors had know it was up for sale or else the bid would have climbed past her willingness to pay but that was how her life had been; “A Lucky One”

Nw she was in a new world and it was filled with horrors that should have given her nightmares but she’d never had one of those before or even here. She wondered if she were broken.

Beneath her was a good horse whose name was Redhawk a name he’d had when he was given to her by a family of Ranchers who had had a woman in trouble and needed a C-section delivery to save child and mother. She loved horses.

Then the thought of love popped in asking why hadn’t she ever found love or even a lover before it all passed away? It wasn’t as if men or women hadn’t ever showed her any interest.

[hr][center][h3]Back to Reality[/h3][/center][hr]

She’d allowed her mind to wander again, pressed her luck again and she thanked whatever was watching over her that she had luck and a good horse as her sharp eyes scanned the area around her. 20/10 her vision was an asset in this new world as it revealed the blurry distance giving her a better chance to spot danger before it got close enough to harm her though she was no fool to think it allowed her to see the well hidden.

The windmill people had to have watchers and they had to be good to have so easy to spot an asset as those gleaming white blades that turned gracefully in the sunlight. She had seen some sign of recent activity here and there as she traveled toward hope or damnation but no people.

Then she was startled hearing the sounds of gunfire or so she thought till she realized it was fireworks.

Was someone using them to draw or distract infected like Wains had several times or as silly as it seemed celebrating? She registered the direction as best she could and knowing whatever the reason the sound was like chumming the waters as far as the infected were concerned so she wasn’t headed anywhere in that direction and lucky for her the windmill...mills……

Dam there was more than one, she thought but didn’t alter her course headed towards them like the lighthouse beacon to safe harbor