Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 15:04:50 GMT -5
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Times were tough, for a while she could barely keep a hold on her own mind. Legs aching, stomach cramping, chest beginning to heave with every mile passing. Peddling quick to race the sun. By nightfall - if she even makes it to nightfall - she hopes to have made it halfway to Junction City. She's been without a map for days now but there have been signs pointing her in the right direction. She only hopes getting there will be easy enough.
A whole two years of this shit. Josie doesn't know how she wakes up everyday still. Wakes to loneliness and fear, and to the same crap routine as always only as of a few months now shes been completely alone. Her Sister and Nephew both likely dead or worse. Its hard most days when all she has to show for her efforts is an aching belly and exhaustion. A few weeks ago she caught a cat in one of her string traps. Poor thing was barely alive but it was alive enough, and it wore a dirty checkered collar. It was after that, after sinking low enough to eat a helpless cat, did the final realization dawn on her that this was her life now. Without her family, without her home, she had returned to being that scared foster kid longing for a place to be.
So it made sense to return to the only place she felt secure; Home.
But that was proving thus far to be a difficult thing to do. As far as she was concerned home was a million miles away, and the dangers of traveling were weighing greatly on her mind. But here she is, on the home stretch. So close, yet so far away. And with each passing minute her mind drifts into a fantasy world of 'what ifs...'
What if Amelia is there...or what if Aidan is there...Or both, what if both of them are there waiting. Would the reunion be happy? Or would Amelia remember the betrayal. Would she kill Josie for leaving them behind? Do to her as they had done to so many other survivors. She could imagine it happening. And the sad thing is she would accept it, through the fear, she would accept that she had brought upon her own demise. After all, what better way to die than by paying for an act of cowardice.
Through her musing she barely noticed the tears, until her vision blurred up so badly that she had to stop peddling and pull to the side of the dirt road she was on. Wiping futilely at the tears. She knew that there was no use trying to progress any further today. Her mind had fallen onto a repeat of that day, and wouldn't stop until she found something else to fixate on.
Finding a place to hide out is hard enough, but on the flatlands of Kansas its even harder. Josie scans the area, peddling a bit further on when she spots a shape in the distance. Bringing herself closer until she can just see a Silo across a field. Likely for storing grain, but empty now that theres nobody around. She is as careful as possible as she walks the bike near it. Upon closer inspection the Silo seems to have been converted into some sort of hideout, though with the amount of bullet holes peppering one side she doubts it lasted long. Just beyond it is a farm house, half falling apart but likely still a good place to hunker down.
Bypassing the Silo she heads for the farm house, peeking in through a busted window to its wrecked interior. Someone had done a number on it. She could see dark stains on the walls, furniture scattered, and shattered glass everywhere. Nothing to suggest anyone still living in the house though.
Definitely not ideal...
But its the best she's going to find out here.