by Fåbûløūš Wed Feb 27, 2013 2:20 am
The boy continued to sit on the horse, as it trotted alongside the fencing. His mind wandered around a bit, thinking about things. about six months was it? That's how long the zombies reined loose. First it was in Africa, then spread to England. Then Asia, and America. The cable nor radio play anymore. So he has no clue if there are places unaffected by the plague. He wished he knew more survivors. They got so few. And the ones they got, they weren't to be trusted. The family wanted to take in poeple, but they needed trustworthy people. Like fmailies, or people to weak to defend themselves. It was only him and his family. A mom, dad, two older sisters, and a younger brother. But they held their own. Soon, Bailey decided he wanted to look out past the fence. He was at his spot anyways. If you sat on the fence, and looked out, you could see out in the distance the mountain range, and the peaks of the hills. He loved living in Montana. Expectantly now, in the summer, when it wasn't bitter cold. So, he jumped off the horse, and began to climb a tree, before swinging a leg over, resting on the fence.