Post by Simon Crawford on Nov 10, 2016 12:03:57 GMT -5
Simon pulled the truck over along the side of the road. He was looking over the map. Looking in his rear view mirror, he looked at the love of his life riding her horse. Smiling as he looked at Sophia. They needed to stop for a bit. To fill his tank, the Minivan and let the horses to relax for a few moments. Turning off his truck, his eyes looked at a big town down the road from them that they needed to cross through to continue they're journey. Opening the door, he stepped out and stood up. His body was a bit sore from sitting in the same spot in the truck for a long journey across country. Leaning against the truck, he watched everyone that was with him. He still had his smile over his face. Pulling the map out of the truck, he unfolded the map and placed it across the hood of the dodge pickup. Looking over it, he marked they're position on the map with a pen. His finger began to trace around the different roads and paths. Frowning a bit, the road they were on was heading right for the town he did not want to go through. Simon's truck, and Sophia's horses could travel off the road across the plains. But the Minivan would most likely get stuck in a ditch. That would be a no go. Sighing to himself, he leaned down onto the hood and just sighed to himself because that Town screamed of danger in his mind. Shaking his head, he turned around a bit and looked at it again. But when he looked down the road again, he noticed something on a telephone pole. Walking over to it that was ten feet away from him, he pulled the sign off and read it out loud. "Safety. Jamestown Island" Raising an eyebrow, it looked like it was sitting there for a while. Rushing back to his truck, he looked over the map again.
Trailing his finger across the surface of the map, trailing the finger through the town and going down to the coast of Rhode Island and jumping onto 138 to cross a long distance bridge just to get to it. It was a stretch, but it was better then them just standing there with they're thumbs up they're asses. Folding the map back up, he slid it into his pocket after remembering the route. It wasn't to far away, but that meant having to go through the town up ahead. Stepping back to the driver side, he walked to the back of the truck and pulled out two can's of fuel. The last they had. Opening his can, he poured the one can into his gas tank as he held up the other for Rook. "Rook, fill up your Van. We still got a bit of traveling to go. We are heading to an Island called Jamestown. If they're isn't any survivors there, we can atleast make it safe for ourselves to call home." Tossing his now empty can into the bed of the truck. Walking to Sophia, he looked at the horses as he placed his one hand on Arrow's neck gently running his hand the full length of the neck, he set another hand in Sophia's.
"Hows the horses dear? We have to go through the near City size town. We might run into a massive horde of the dead. So I don't know if you want to ride in between me and Rook. Or you can ride around it. If we get separated, take 138 and follow it out to Jamestown. We will be crossing a long expanse of a bridge across the river or bay...whatever they call the damn thing. I think our new lives...will be on Jamestown Island. What do you think?"
Trailing his finger across the surface of the map, trailing the finger through the town and going down to the coast of Rhode Island and jumping onto 138 to cross a long distance bridge just to get to it. It was a stretch, but it was better then them just standing there with they're thumbs up they're asses. Folding the map back up, he slid it into his pocket after remembering the route. It wasn't to far away, but that meant having to go through the town up ahead. Stepping back to the driver side, he walked to the back of the truck and pulled out two can's of fuel. The last they had. Opening his can, he poured the one can into his gas tank as he held up the other for Rook. "Rook, fill up your Van. We still got a bit of traveling to go. We are heading to an Island called Jamestown. If they're isn't any survivors there, we can atleast make it safe for ourselves to call home." Tossing his now empty can into the bed of the truck. Walking to Sophia, he looked at the horses as he placed his one hand on Arrow's neck gently running his hand the full length of the neck, he set another hand in Sophia's.
"Hows the horses dear? We have to go through the near City size town. We might run into a massive horde of the dead. So I don't know if you want to ride in between me and Rook. Or you can ride around it. If we get separated, take 138 and follow it out to Jamestown. We will be crossing a long expanse of a bridge across the river or bay...whatever they call the damn thing. I think our new lives...will be on Jamestown Island. What do you think?"