Post by kf42 on Dec 24, 2010 20:55:59 GMT -5
Three stink'n days... The mud was long since dry, but Sam still hadn't had any luck getting the Dodge truck unstuck. The trailer it was pulling wasn't helping, but even unhooking that hadn't worked. Well, time for another scouting/supply run. Sam saddled up the tall sorrel gelding, which was the only friend and companion to be had for god-only-knew how many miles, and then dumped water on the campfire. No point in burning down the neighborhood while out, especially since the truck and trailer were still in it! At least the horse served as good and reasonably fast transportation until the truck was rolling again.
The big horse trailer made a pretty good fort against walkers. Lock yourself and the horse inside, and they weren't coming through the steel walls anytime soon. That's why Sam was loath to leave it behind, even if the truck could get out without it. Non-issue though; the truck was stuck fast either way.
Sam checked the rifle in the saddle holster, then the six-gun. Both loaded and ready, just like the last check, five minutes ago… Couldn’t be too safe though, not with those things out and about. Sam locked down the trailer, so that it wouldn’t contain any nasty surprises upon return, and mounted up. Have to see if any more ammo could be found while out, couldn’t have too much of that, or of food either.
Sam mounted up, and saw the two fresh graves across the field, and felt another stab of guilt and pain. Two men dead. Damn. No, it wasn’t right to feel guilty about it. It had been self defense. Shoot them, or get shot, or, well… worse. They definitely had worse on their minds, but killing probably was in the cards sooner or later. Still, there were so few living left, it was a shame to put two more in the ground. Damn.
Sam nudged the horse forward. North had been a bust; try south today, see what was out there. Maybe find a hardware store, or a sporting-goods that hadn’t been completely looted if luck was particularly good today. Yah…right…. Sam adjusted the cowboy hat, smoothed out the duster, and pushed Shiloh up into a trot. Best to get out, and get back well before dark.
The big horse trailer made a pretty good fort against walkers. Lock yourself and the horse inside, and they weren't coming through the steel walls anytime soon. That's why Sam was loath to leave it behind, even if the truck could get out without it. Non-issue though; the truck was stuck fast either way.
Sam checked the rifle in the saddle holster, then the six-gun. Both loaded and ready, just like the last check, five minutes ago… Couldn’t be too safe though, not with those things out and about. Sam locked down the trailer, so that it wouldn’t contain any nasty surprises upon return, and mounted up. Have to see if any more ammo could be found while out, couldn’t have too much of that, or of food either.
Sam mounted up, and saw the two fresh graves across the field, and felt another stab of guilt and pain. Two men dead. Damn. No, it wasn’t right to feel guilty about it. It had been self defense. Shoot them, or get shot, or, well… worse. They definitely had worse on their minds, but killing probably was in the cards sooner or later. Still, there were so few living left, it was a shame to put two more in the ground. Damn.
Sam nudged the horse forward. North had been a bust; try south today, see what was out there. Maybe find a hardware store, or a sporting-goods that hadn’t been completely looted if luck was particularly good today. Yah…right…. Sam adjusted the cowboy hat, smoothed out the duster, and pushed Shiloh up into a trot. Best to get out, and get back well before dark.