Post by Auren Quilm on Mar 4, 2020 0:40:01 GMT -5
Something about that sweet ocean breeze really put Auren in a positive mood. The sunbeams warmed her face and arms, the salty breeze tingles against her skin. If the world hadn't ended she'd consider this a well deserved vacation. But even in paradise, the dead aren't far behind.
Beside her, Buddy, a chestnut mare, digs her hooves into the sand, head bowed to chew on a patch of grass. Auren tightened her grip on the reigns and stepped back, looking towards the shops and amusement park along the pier. Empty, quiet. It was odd to see Santa Cruz so devoid of life. She remembered coming one summer to visit her brother. The pier, the beach, the loud rides and screaming children. Her own child, little Jordin, having the time of her life...
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The mare chuffed against Auren's face, blowing her longer strands of hair into her face. She giggled. "All right, all right, no time to dawdle." She raised her hand to the horse's hose, scratching gently under her chin. "We got another two-days ride 'til we get to this- sanctuary city." If the rumors were true. Though she traveled alone, she'd often speak to fellow survivors, exchanging goods and words along the way. One rumor was that of a community in San Fransisco. Groups were one thing, but a community... The world was cold and empty, and she didn't want to become the same.
With a few hops and a hoist, she was up on the mare's back. Auren tucked her legs against Buddy's stomach, giving a light kick to get them going. They made their way off the beach and into the streets, then onto the highways, following all signs North to San Fran. It would be a two day ride, covering rest stops and fighting off walkers. But they'd make it in once piece, finding themselves at the gates. Auren immediately felt nervous, wondering if they'd even let her in. Would they make her leave Buddy?
Maybe this was a bad idea...
Beside her, Buddy, a chestnut mare, digs her hooves into the sand, head bowed to chew on a patch of grass. Auren tightened her grip on the reigns and stepped back, looking towards the shops and amusement park along the pier. Empty, quiet. It was odd to see Santa Cruz so devoid of life. She remembered coming one summer to visit her brother. The pier, the beach, the loud rides and screaming children. Her own child, little Jordin, having the time of her life...
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The mare chuffed against Auren's face, blowing her longer strands of hair into her face. She giggled. "All right, all right, no time to dawdle." She raised her hand to the horse's hose, scratching gently under her chin. "We got another two-days ride 'til we get to this- sanctuary city." If the rumors were true. Though she traveled alone, she'd often speak to fellow survivors, exchanging goods and words along the way. One rumor was that of a community in San Fransisco. Groups were one thing, but a community... The world was cold and empty, and she didn't want to become the same.
With a few hops and a hoist, she was up on the mare's back. Auren tucked her legs against Buddy's stomach, giving a light kick to get them going. They made their way off the beach and into the streets, then onto the highways, following all signs North to San Fran. It would be a two day ride, covering rest stops and fighting off walkers. But they'd make it in once piece, finding themselves at the gates. Auren immediately felt nervous, wondering if they'd even let her in. Would they make her leave Buddy?
Maybe this was a bad idea...