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I tried to forget about Zack, but I couldn't. I continued walking, always trying to remember my past. When I met Zack, I had been in Colorado. I had been planning on stopping in Denver, but now I decided against it and continued walking. Finally, I stopped in a city called Cheyenne in Wyoming. It would have been a nice city, if not for the riots and the Pulse, as well as the police that kept close tabs on everybody. I was starting to have a harder time going from place to place because of the police posting checkpoints in and out of every city, as well as sectoring off most cities. Luckily, I still had my ID from Oklahoma.

I had no problems getting into Cheyenne, and I found a roommate in a squatter named Taylor. He was alright, but a little strange. I decided to get a job delivering, since I already had experience, it wasn't difficult to get the job, either, because most people my age were starting to work, and this was usually where they started.

Soon, I was making good money and was able to afford my own bike. That way, I didn't have to pay my boss any money to rent a company bike. I didn't really like Cheyenne, there were an awful lot of army-types walking around, and they gave me the creeps. But I didn't want to move again, so I stayed almost a year and a half. Eventually, I had to move. Taylor got himself into trouble and we ended up losing most of our stuff, including my bike. So I moved out of the building and into another with a guy called Rev. He was really religious, and a lot stranger than Taylor in some ways, so after staying with Rev for three months, I left Cheyenne and continued towards the Rockies.

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