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People: Ivan, Alabaster & Ivory
Nov. 6th, 2010 03:40 pm
Night had fallen and I hadn't found refuge. This is not uncommon, I often ride through the night. It is not a good idea to stay still in the open at night in most places. I was in an area that had once been an everyday street of detached and semi-detached houses somewhere east of Birmingham. I was listening out for sounds of life, when I encountered it right there in front of me. A girl in a hooded parka stood in the middle of the street blocking my way. She had heavy boots on but nothing on her bare legs below the coat, and a shotgun unloaded under her arm. She didn't brandish it at me, merely waited for me to come to a stop several feet from her.
"My daddy has a place you can let your horse rest." she said, voice very soft. "Daddy says you should stay at our house tonight, because the Howlers are out."
She led me along the street, down an alley beside a house and into a forgotten back garden, and to a large shed with hay strewn around that looked as if it had been used as a makeshift barn before. I left Thorn with water and feed before the girl escorted me out the shed, padlocking it behind us. She led me back down the alley and into the next house's front garden, which was expectedly overgrown. The windows of the house were boarded up, and all looked dark inside. She knocked a pattern on the door, and I saw a light go on in the porch.
It got strange from here.
( I held a falling star and it wept for me, dying... )
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