Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2015 16:37:25 GMT -5
The bike roared around the corner, slowing only slightly, and once he was back in the straight he opened her up again. He'd found the bike two years ago sitting in a garage at the end of town, abandoned and collecting dust. It was a quick fix to get her running and since then she'd been his biggest friend, sometimes they even had conversations.
The open road had been his home now for two weeks, beforw he stayed holed up in his mothers home trading with other survivors. A month ago a large group of raiders took over his hometown and when they were done pillaging they set it on fire! Burned the whole thing, the fire spread until even he was forced to abandon at the last minute. Everything he had of his past life burned quickly.
The back roads were great, they were open and uncontested of abandoned vehicles unlike the highways, and he felt comfortable with the openess. Harmon had no clue where he was going or where he would end up, but he wanted to find others and quickly. Saftey in numbers.
Another curve and he geared down a little until almost half way through when he guns it. Two semi trucks sat just around the curve blocking the road, he jerks over to the side of the road, and as soon as he hit grass the front wheel jerks hard to his left. Harmon is thrown over the handle bars onto his bike where he skids across the grass until friction stops him. The bike topples two times and stops outside the thick tree line.
Harmon luckily is unhurt but winded, he lays back in the tall grass because those trucks were parked like that for a reason. A trap? Slowly he inches his hand to his holster, no gun, he grunted in frustration thinking it must have flew out during the tumble. His other weapons werw tucked into his back pack and saddle bag.
Laying still he trained his ears to listen for noises, he would lay here until something presented itself. He silently prayed that it wouldn't be another human because a dead head he could handle, living people werw unpredictable and lately more violent.
The open road had been his home now for two weeks, beforw he stayed holed up in his mothers home trading with other survivors. A month ago a large group of raiders took over his hometown and when they were done pillaging they set it on fire! Burned the whole thing, the fire spread until even he was forced to abandon at the last minute. Everything he had of his past life burned quickly.
The back roads were great, they were open and uncontested of abandoned vehicles unlike the highways, and he felt comfortable with the openess. Harmon had no clue where he was going or where he would end up, but he wanted to find others and quickly. Saftey in numbers.
Another curve and he geared down a little until almost half way through when he guns it. Two semi trucks sat just around the curve blocking the road, he jerks over to the side of the road, and as soon as he hit grass the front wheel jerks hard to his left. Harmon is thrown over the handle bars onto his bike where he skids across the grass until friction stops him. The bike topples two times and stops outside the thick tree line.
Harmon luckily is unhurt but winded, he lays back in the tall grass because those trucks were parked like that for a reason. A trap? Slowly he inches his hand to his holster, no gun, he grunted in frustration thinking it must have flew out during the tumble. His other weapons werw tucked into his back pack and saddle bag.
Laying still he trained his ears to listen for noises, he would lay here until something presented itself. He silently prayed that it wouldn't be another human because a dead head he could handle, living people werw unpredictable and lately more violent.