Peacemaker .45
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Around One Year Later...
The wind ripped through the valley, causing the timber the sway and creak. The mountains on each side of the valley were steep and tall, their peaks jagged. Boulders were sat on the slopes and in the valley, lines of trees missing and piled up from where the rockslides brought them both down. The sound of snow lightly being crunched by footsteps was subtle from a distance. A bull elk sounded his call. Not long after, a gunshot echoed through the valley, the sound bouncing off of the mountain slopes. A woman appeared from behind the timber.
Snow lightly covered the ground, the cold nipping at her neck. A hundred yards in front of her, her kill lie in the ground. “Finally,” the girl exclaimed quietly. With her rifle in one hand, the woman maneuvered the fallen timber and inclines, making her way to the kill.When she finally made her way to the animal, she leaned her rifle on it, and took off her pack, putting it on the ground beside her.
“I finally got this beautiful boy,” Jennifer said to herself with joy. The woman had been tracking this elk for awhile now. Getting this elk was a journey. Kneeling beside her kill, she began to pray.
“Thank you, Lord, for this animal. It will help us have food on the table. I thank you for your grace in this food.” Doing the sign of the cross, Jennifer pulled out her knife and began to skin the animal.
It had been around a year since things happened at the Mountaintop. Since then, they moved west, finding themselves somewhere in Montana, Wyoming, or Idaho. They weren’t sure exactly where. But, they knew they had made it to the Rocky Mountains. The decision to move there was one to avoid the congestion of the cities out East. Out west, towns were far apart. Population density was far less. The threat of undead, therefore, was less. Combine that with less living people, and rough terrain With plentiful natural resources, and they had found a place to stay. One safer, more remote. Though, while their small group left with five people, not everyone made it out.
Things had changed from then. Life was easier, in a sense. The new location was remote. Undead were almost nonexistent it seemed. The resources of the land were plentiful, and the beauty of it was unfathomable. For the first time in a long time, Jennifer felt as peace. She felt one with nature, one with herself. The darkness that clouded her was gone. Jennifer was full of light. The new location healed her through ways she did not understand. But while this place was like heaven, it had its problems. But the severity of them were still new and unknown. But Jennifer has seen some of them before. And she was aware every second in the outdoors.
As Jennifer was cutting the meat off of the bull, the trees fell silent. The wind was no more. A pin dropping would sound like a gunshot in the small valley. Jennifer began to feel an overwhelming feeling as if she were being watched. The woman stood up from her activity, and looked around. She couldn’t see anything. But she knew what it was. She’s dealt with them before.
“I know you’re here,” she said looking around, her voice calm, yet stern. “I do not seek any conflict. I come to harvest my food. Let me finish in peace, and we’ll go our ways.” Jennifer looked around once more, before lowering her head and whispering, “and Lord, protect me.”
Jennifer stood there for a tense moment. The knock of wood from her left echoed through the valley. The feeling of being watched intensified. Jennifer’s gut told her what to do. She knew her sixth sense. She trusted it more than anything. It screamed at her to go. Jennifer picked up her rifle, and threw whatever meat she got in her pack, and began to leave. As she walked out of the valley, she heard footsteps on both sides of her. Jennifer didn’t run. She learned a long time ago not to run in this situation. Instead, with her rifle ready, she walked out of the valley. Once she existed, the footsteps stopped. The sounds of nature were around her. She felt that sensation no longer there. When things returned to normal, she carried on her hike, a mile or so from the cabin they were hunkered down in.
After crossing two streams, going up a small mountain, then down on the other side and following a river in the valley and over another mountain, Jennifer finally made it back to the cabin. With a knock on the wooden door, Jennifer entered.
“I got that bull I was trying to get,” she said loudly when walking in so everyone could hear her. The cabin was large for one in the middle of nowhere. It had two stories to it with a few rooms on both the top and bottom floor.
“Zelda, you know what that means,” Jennifer said with amusement, “you finally get to try elk heart!” Jennifer walked into the kitchen and got the meat off of the frame pack. “Anyone want to help prepare the food and preserve the rest?” Jennifer looked around the kitchen for her knife. “How’ve things been when I was gone?” Jennifer asked that out loud for whomever would reply to her.
Rumble Fish
The wind ripped through the valley, causing the timber the sway and creak. The mountains on each side of the valley were steep and tall, their peaks jagged. Boulders were sat on the slopes and in the valley, lines of trees missing and piled up from where the rockslides brought them both down. The sound of snow lightly being crunched by footsteps was subtle from a distance. A bull elk sounded his call. Not long after, a gunshot echoed through the valley, the sound bouncing off of the mountain slopes. A woman appeared from behind the timber.
Snow lightly covered the ground, the cold nipping at her neck. A hundred yards in front of her, her kill lie in the ground. “Finally,” the girl exclaimed quietly. With her rifle in one hand, the woman maneuvered the fallen timber and inclines, making her way to the kill.When she finally made her way to the animal, she leaned her rifle on it, and took off her pack, putting it on the ground beside her.
“I finally got this beautiful boy,” Jennifer said to herself with joy. The woman had been tracking this elk for awhile now. Getting this elk was a journey. Kneeling beside her kill, she began to pray.
“Thank you, Lord, for this animal. It will help us have food on the table. I thank you for your grace in this food.” Doing the sign of the cross, Jennifer pulled out her knife and began to skin the animal.
It had been around a year since things happened at the Mountaintop. Since then, they moved west, finding themselves somewhere in Montana, Wyoming, or Idaho. They weren’t sure exactly where. But, they knew they had made it to the Rocky Mountains. The decision to move there was one to avoid the congestion of the cities out East. Out west, towns were far apart. Population density was far less. The threat of undead, therefore, was less. Combine that with less living people, and rough terrain With plentiful natural resources, and they had found a place to stay. One safer, more remote. Though, while their small group left with five people, not everyone made it out.
Things had changed from then. Life was easier, in a sense. The new location was remote. Undead were almost nonexistent it seemed. The resources of the land were plentiful, and the beauty of it was unfathomable. For the first time in a long time, Jennifer felt as peace. She felt one with nature, one with herself. The darkness that clouded her was gone. Jennifer was full of light. The new location healed her through ways she did not understand. But while this place was like heaven, it had its problems. But the severity of them were still new and unknown. But Jennifer has seen some of them before. And she was aware every second in the outdoors.
As Jennifer was cutting the meat off of the bull, the trees fell silent. The wind was no more. A pin dropping would sound like a gunshot in the small valley. Jennifer began to feel an overwhelming feeling as if she were being watched. The woman stood up from her activity, and looked around. She couldn’t see anything. But she knew what it was. She’s dealt with them before.
“I know you’re here,” she said looking around, her voice calm, yet stern. “I do not seek any conflict. I come to harvest my food. Let me finish in peace, and we’ll go our ways.” Jennifer looked around once more, before lowering her head and whispering, “and Lord, protect me.”
Jennifer stood there for a tense moment. The knock of wood from her left echoed through the valley. The feeling of being watched intensified. Jennifer’s gut told her what to do. She knew her sixth sense. She trusted it more than anything. It screamed at her to go. Jennifer picked up her rifle, and threw whatever meat she got in her pack, and began to leave. As she walked out of the valley, she heard footsteps on both sides of her. Jennifer didn’t run. She learned a long time ago not to run in this situation. Instead, with her rifle ready, she walked out of the valley. Once she existed, the footsteps stopped. The sounds of nature were around her. She felt that sensation no longer there. When things returned to normal, she carried on her hike, a mile or so from the cabin they were hunkered down in.
After crossing two streams, going up a small mountain, then down on the other side and following a river in the valley and over another mountain, Jennifer finally made it back to the cabin. With a knock on the wooden door, Jennifer entered.
“I got that bull I was trying to get,” she said loudly when walking in so everyone could hear her. The cabin was large for one in the middle of nowhere. It had two stories to it with a few rooms on both the top and bottom floor.
“Zelda, you know what that means,” Jennifer said with amusement, “you finally get to try elk heart!” Jennifer walked into the kitchen and got the meat off of the frame pack. “Anyone want to help prepare the food and preserve the rest?” Jennifer looked around the kitchen for her knife. “How’ve things been when I was gone?” Jennifer asked that out loud for whomever would reply to her.
Rumble Fish
