"Alone"
I galloped away as fast as I could make this horse go. I knew nothing of the horse, flying through the forest, hands barely grasping the reins, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get away from there. From Him. I never want to see Joels face again. The very thought of him just makes me want to run faster. I don't care that Marlene told me to stay with him and follow his directions, I'm 14 years old, and I'm not some kind of dumbass. I can take care of myself. I don't need to be babysitted. I can get myself to the fireflies just fine in one piece. I'm not some piece of fucking cargo. I'll be perfectly fine.
The sun should be going down soon, and when it does, It's gonna get cold. Real cold. I have to find some sort of shelter or warmth to make it through the night. I've been following this road that seems to be going absolutely nowhere for hours and hours now. I'm exhausted as hell and this horse is too. I feel like its gonna collapse underneath me any second. It's breathing has gone from fast to labored, so I slow to a walk. "Hey buddy... It's gonna be okay. We're gonna find somewhere to stay for the night, and we can both have a rest." I assure him, patting his neck. "I promise. Hey, I almost forgot. You need a name. I'll call you..." I pause to think. I've never named something before. "Lucky. You got us out of that whole mess of stalkers off the side of the road earlier without a scratch, pretty lucky if you ask me." I smile. "Its called luck, and its gonna run out sooner or later." Joels words run through my mind unwelcomely. Its infuriating, but I shake it off. There are much more important things to worry about right now. I come across a relatively in tact sign that I can read somewhat.
'Habersham - 5 miles'
Well, atleast its a town. We're doin' a little better. "C'mon buddy, trot, we're almost there. Just a little further"
'Welcome To Habersham'
It felt like an eternity to get to habersham. Habersham... That's such a stupid name. I guess it doesn't matter. Its a small, country town. feels almost untouched by this whole thing. We come across a little house. It's very small, but I like it, it almost doesn't smell that much like death. It sits on a very overgrown yet plush looking lawn, the outside of the house covered in plant life. It happens to have a garage as well, so I hop off in the drive way, cautiously lift up the garage door and lead Lucky in. You never know when there are clickers nearby. "Pretty Lucky to find this place, right Lucky?" I laugh to myself. I walk in through the garage door and walk upstairs, guard down a bit too low. As I walk through the hall, I hear something strange, almost unfamiliar at the time. Speaking.
