Post by Deleted on May 19, 2015 12:33:08 GMT -5
Dicey had left the hotel that night. she didn't trust the Creole man, and figured it best to leave that hotel while she could. She had gone back upstairs and packed. Since then she had been traveling as best she could. She avoided people when she could, and only stayed long enough to find out if anyone had seen her brother or knew about that group who raided her parents farm.
In Mississippi, she managed to find an old abandoned truck. It had some gas, and though, it was old, it had gotten her to the border between Mississippi, and Arkansas. She wasted a couple days finding gas for it, but the little bit she had siphoned from the cars near her, had gotten her as far as the outskirts of Pine Bluff. This poor town looked like hell. She didn;t chance going deeper into town on her own. Looks could be deceiving. It might look like a ghost town, but that didn't mean the dead had completely walked away after their food supply, or that the living had left it either.
Dicey found a small house, on a wooded lot. She pulled the truck up slow, and then scoped it out. She cleared the two dead inside, probably the owners. When they died they had gotten trapped inside. That was good and bad about these freaking things. They couldn't open doors! She got her things from the truck and set up a base camp in the main room. She took what training her dad had given her and set up a couple traps at the front and back doors. She had found a Coleman lantern in the basement of the place, and it had fuel. She didn't want to waste it, so she waited til full dark and only then lit it just enough for a very low light. She sat on the floor, her gun next to her. Pork and beans were not her favorite, but beggars couldn't be choosers, and it stayed off hunger. She dropped her spoon in the can and leaned her head against the seat of the couch. Not meaning to, she dropped off to sleep.