Misery loves company...One
"I told Emma about the horse. That’s how the story started, in between gulps of aged whiskey sharp enough to leave me torn up in the morning. I mentioned how gnarled and filthy she was, diseased and covered in parasites. A bad trade if there ever was one. I didn’t trade away the majority of what I had earned working for Cochran...
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Other people...One"
"Emma was standing next to me. She pushed the bottle of rot gut in my hand and I instinctively took a drink before setting the bottle next to the water basin. She pressed something else into my hand and I had to look down to recognize it. She didn’t say a word, she only turned around and started fussing with her clothes. I...
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They just couldn't...One
"Mass murder, suicides. It was all the rage in the first few weeks and months of the plague. People couldn’t handle the idea of what they were seeing on the news, others couldn’t handle the loss of loved ones, or the hardships of life on the other side of an open McDonalds and a safe place to sleep. Some just checked out,...
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What's in a name...One...
"Working a caravan means horse work, even most of the rail bound routes still require hay burners in the winter and Sam clearly had little to no experience with horses. Not that I was any expert. I kept a hold of the horse’s mane as I showed Sam how to brush her out and lay down what little I kept in...
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What remains of the war...One
"At first all I saw was a giant matt of filthy brown hair, sunken features, dirty clothes. The woman looked like one of the infected, so much so that I nearly reached for a weapon before realizing that the infected don’t knock politely on truck windows. I looked from the haunted eyes of the woman knocking on my window over...
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