Alex opened the back door and said to the girls,
"Please ladies first."
As he looked around for any infected that were nearby but saw none which was pretty lucky as of now.
Alex did a quick prayer for help and guidance from God.

Lily growled "I am not going with them." and Jude pushed her to the side after telling Simon "just a second" and whispered to Lily "look, they have a car. It's going to get dark soon, let's just find a place to stay for a while and then we'll split. Okay? Please. I'm hungry and cold." Jude frowned, trying to guilt trip Lily. Lily frowned "fine. But not long." Jude nodded and they walked to the car together, Lily pushing Jude to the side and climbing into the middle so that Jude was away from anyone.

"So Alex do you happen to have a map of the town that is not before the nineteenth century?" Simon asked as he loaded .45 ACP rounds into his magazine's.

"Sorry I don't seem to have one with me at the moment,"
Alex said as he got in the front seat next to Simon and closed the door.
"But maybe if we drive around a bit we'll probably meet a survivor who does have we still have a bit of time, let's just hope we find something or someone around here."
Alex clapped his hands and bowed his head praying god they find something that might help them all.
"Amen."

Jude cleared her throat "Uh I'm Jude. This is my sister." Lily turned to the window and Jude whispered to her about something. "no. she said kind of loudly. "no. It's mine they can't have it. We need it. Its the only one I have" Lily said and then Jude opened up Lily's backpack and pulled out a map, fighting Lily for it when she handed it to Simon. "here." It was a map of the town they had drawn out themselves. It wasn't very neat, but it was accurate.

"Ok thank you." Simon looked at the map then his surroundings "According to this map we are next to the pharmacy and the large horde in the town center..."

"Anyway anyone have a place they want to check out?" Simon leaned back in his seat and looked over the back.

Diary Entry 1: The New Wild West...

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The paint horse gently trotted along the desolate stretch of highway, flanked on all sides by abandoned cars, some burned to a blackened char....as were the decomposing corpses that sat as though a collection of macabre statues in the driver and passenger seats. Harley, the young cowgirl who sat atop her trusty steed, she didn't show it upon her stoic face, almost void of any expression at all but a blank and empty stare, but on the inside she was grimacing at the disturbing visage of an untimely and definitely gruesome demise. But....maybe being burned alive or dying in a wreck was a more welcomed way to die....than being slowly eaten alive by...them. The next town...it was only a few feet away now, and Harley desperately needed to gather supplies. Her stomach growled intensely, slightly startling poor Riley, who like his friend, hasn't had anything to eat in days.

"I think we should just drive around a bit looking for anybody who needs help or somewhere safe to sleep where the infected can't get in,"
Alex said to Simon who was asking if we should go somewhere specifically in town.
"Who knows, we could find a survivor wondering around or probably running."

Jude and Lily didn't say anything, just quietly going along with whatever they wanted to do.

Something appeared to Harley now upon the distance, at first a rather few discernible objects, square in shape and a dull gray, but as Riley strode closer to it hoof by hoof, the objects in question soon came into better view amidst the humid, mirage-like haze, and Harley had hoped to God above that it wasn't a mirage. They were buildings, or more properly.....a gas station with a grocery store next to it. Now while horses didn't run off gas, they still ran out of fuel after traveling a long time, especially from Whitesboro all they way to God knows where in this ravaged and God forsaken country, and the same could be said for their riders. "C'mon boy. Maybe there's some food leftover." Harley spoke to her trusty steed, giving him a slight nudge in the side with her boot. The horse let out a sharp neigh, which startled Harley, "Damn boy! Y'all wanna wake the whole town!" Cautiously her eyes darted back and forth, making sure they didn't hear anything at all that would alert the presence of....fresh meat.

As Riley trotted closer to the grocery store, Harley was able to get a clearer look of the outside. Judging by the shattered windows, the shopping carts strewn all over the bloodstained parking lot where a few rotting corpses laid being picked clean by buzzards, not to mention the asphalt scarred by thick, black tire treads, it was safe to say this place was ransacked. Harley would be lucky to find at least a can of beans leftover, had that not already been snatched up. The leftover fruit was probably rotten to the core as well, which meant no fresh apples for her horse Riley. "Shit! Well don't that just burn yer ass, huh Riley?" Disheartened Harley grumbled under her breath, hanging her head with a defeated sigh. The paint horse merely snorted with a hot breath of his own, as if to communicate his own displeasure towards not finding any food. "Guess we'll just look elsewhere, boy." Her stomach, damn would it ever quit growling? It was already bad enough trying to survive with but a pocket knife and only ten slugs of .44 magnum left for her daddy's revolver, but to fight off zombies on an empty stomach.....that there had to be the genuine definition of fucked over.