Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2015 19:00:19 GMT -5
Words Outfit | That's not too bad he thought to himself as he wiped down his 1911 handgun with a rag he got from the last convenience store he had gone to. At least for the time being, he felt like he was pretty safe from the biters. He was a good mile or so away from the nearest small town. And even then, he was in a cliff like area that was surrounded by a pretty rocky area. Despite the danger of falling to one's death from the cliff, it would be near impossible for a biter to make it across all those rocks. If they did actually, it would take them way too long to do so, and grant him more than enough time to leave if it came to that. Only someone living or something else with enough speed would make it through the rocky area, although hopefully not far enough to fall into the cliff. On that day, he wore a pair of light blue jeans and a short sleeved buttoned up light gray that bordered on a blue of sorts. The first couple of buttons however were left unbuttoned, if anything to allow some fresh air in. It was pretty hot on those days. If he had his way he's simply hang around shirtless, but as much as he wanted, a bad sunburn was not a wise thing to get. He would eventually wind up removing his shirt however but not yet. Not yet. He was about to drift off into some random thoughts or perhaps even slumber when he heard some noises. Initially they were rather subtle yet they began to feel louder and louder, and they seemed to come closer and closer. With a hand on his 1911, he wasn't sure what or who was coming, but he needed to be ready nonetheless. When he looked into the road his way however, he was surprised to see a white horse galloping at a very fast pace his way. He's gonna make it over the cliff, he thought quickly to himself, eyes widening in response. "Wow wow. Hold on boy," he said leaping over the rocks, hands outstretched forward possibly risking being hit badly by the horse if it didn't stop. Easy there. Easy. EASY," he said raising his voice while keeping his arms outstretched forward. In just a couple seconds, the horse would come to a standstill just a couple feet away from Noah, and of course, not more than a few seconds away from the cliff and would have been a rather unfortunate turn of events. "Come on now, you're a good boy." He was well aware he was talking to a horse, and not a dog, but it didn't really mattered. It had been long since he had seen either, and he was just glad he had managed to save it while coming unscathed; both of them. "That's a good boy," he said running one of his hands through the mane, smiling at him as he usually did. The horse looked as if it was cared for well. It certainly wouldn't be that way on his own. But how exactly did it make it there, and more importantly, where was its owner. |