Post by Joseph MacMillan on Dec 9, 2016 23:42:45 GMT -5
....after three days of hard traveling north, some of the survivors of the Hampton Inn group arrive in the Motor City, unsure of their future but confident that there is some semblance of civilization in what was once America's Arsenal of Democracy.....
Ain't this a kick in the head? Joseph thought as he raised the hood of the Ford F250 that he, Kara and Rizzo - survivors from the Hampton Inn group down in Tennessee - had traveled in from the mountains of eastern Tennessee, steam broiling out from underneath it, a sure sign that a hose had either cracked and blown apart or had holed itself; either way, he mused, they were walking.
Walking back to the driver's side, Joseph opened the door and shut the engine off, pocketing the keys in his pocket. Looking over at Kara and Rizzo, he said, "Well, good news and bad news, ladies: good news, we're in Detroit; by the looks of it, somewhere deep on Grand Avenue close to the heart of Detroit. Bad news: the 250's blown a hose, so we're walking. Now," grabbing his rifle and gear and setting it on top of the hood before coming back to the cab of the truck, "last time I was in Detroit, for some physicians' conference, a bunch of us visited an island just off the Detroit River in that general direction," pointing down the road in Belle Isle's general direction, "and if I'm not mistaken, its' about 2 miles down the road that a-ways, so grab everything you can reasonably carry - weapons, gear - and let's see if we can't walk down to that island; if there's anyplace in this city that's got to have survivors, I figure Belle Isle's it...."
....Well, I've got to run to keep from hidin',
And I'm bound to keep on ridin'.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no,
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.... - Midnight Rider, Gregg Allman
And I'm bound to keep on ridin'.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no,
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.... - Midnight Rider, Gregg Allman
Ain't this a kick in the head? Joseph thought as he raised the hood of the Ford F250 that he, Kara and Rizzo - survivors from the Hampton Inn group down in Tennessee - had traveled in from the mountains of eastern Tennessee, steam broiling out from underneath it, a sure sign that a hose had either cracked and blown apart or had holed itself; either way, he mused, they were walking.
Walking back to the driver's side, Joseph opened the door and shut the engine off, pocketing the keys in his pocket. Looking over at Kara and Rizzo, he said, "Well, good news and bad news, ladies: good news, we're in Detroit; by the looks of it, somewhere deep on Grand Avenue close to the heart of Detroit. Bad news: the 250's blown a hose, so we're walking. Now," grabbing his rifle and gear and setting it on top of the hood before coming back to the cab of the truck, "last time I was in Detroit, for some physicians' conference, a bunch of us visited an island just off the Detroit River in that general direction," pointing down the road in Belle Isle's general direction, "and if I'm not mistaken, its' about 2 miles down the road that a-ways, so grab everything you can reasonably carry - weapons, gear - and let's see if we can't walk down to that island; if there's anyplace in this city that's got to have survivors, I figure Belle Isle's it...."
....And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing,
And the road goes on forever,
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.... - Midnight Rider, Gregg Allman
And the road goes on forever,
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.... - Midnight Rider, Gregg Allman