Destiny has assigned me to travel along the Oregon Trail. That much was certain. But the only thing that assigned me the bizarre people I had to bring with me was Chance. I'm not naïve enough to believe in karma, but I was naïve enough to believe I could go at this without people. Chance had alternate plans and presented to me a group of four who likewise had plans to travel across the Trail. They, however, lacked a cart and after some negotiations brought on by a few nights of camping together, I decided to take them along with me.
The first was a lady named Oos. Red hair, somewhat short, but she has a rather large… presence. Quite a combative and fiery personality; a born leading lady. We had a scuffle over who would drive this wagon between the two of us, and it was not a short lived affair. I couldn't help but feel as if that was an omen. Despite this, she respected that it was my wagon we were driving, and I saluted her for that respect, although I couldn't help but feel as if my battle bears that were pulling the cart scared her off. She seemed to be extremely close to all of the members that were accompanying me, and she was, no doubt in my mind, the leader of the pack.
The second was a man one year my junior named Obby. Long brown hair, quite handsome and tall. Seemed very confident in his group, and their abilities to travel across the trail with me as their driver. I felt happy knowing he had at least some confidence in my abilities, but I figured he'd be more comfortable once I was out of the picture. He seemed to be one of the most outspoken members of their group, but he took a backseat to Oos.
The third was another lady named Trite. Brown hair to midneck, and fairly lanky. I seemed to relate the most to her; she was a good friend of mine when we camped together for the few days prior to leaving for the Oregon. Her name betrayed her; she wasn't trite in any way whatsoever. If something happened to me, I'd likely entrust her with the cart.
Last, but certainly not least was Nat. A very diminutive man with long brown hair and glasses. He seemed to keep mum a lot, usually stuttering in the odd time he did speak. I usually shrugged him off as the smart and silent type, but he and I had a lot more in common than I realized, after I first met with his group. He was shy and kept to himself, but at the same time he was also Oos' boyfriend. Go figure.
Oos and Nat were the older members in comparison to Obby and Trite, who were around my age. I chose to be thankful for the company, no matter how bizarre.
But at the same time, I knew that the trail was treacherous and that things could only go downhill from here.