Ben Ferguson (_ben) wrote in afterapocalypse, @ 2010-01-06 14:28:00 |
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Current mood: | awake |
Entry tags: | ben ferguson |
Narrative or open to anyone who might be around
Who: Ben, open
When: January 6th, early morning
Where: Trinidad, Colorado
What: He should make it to New Mexico today
Ben awoke, keeping his eyes closed until his ears had told him it was safe to move. The first thing he did was reach round and nip at an itch on his side. That satisfied, he finally got to his feet, stretched, yawned noisily and shook himself, sneezing as the night's dust-settle flew into the air from his fur.
He looked around the barn he'd found for his night's rest. There was an old pail in the corner and he padded over towards it, hoping to find water. The pail was empty, however, and Ben turned away. Looked like he'd need to change back and dress, then.
He located his bag and changed back to human form next to it. At least then he had less chance to be caught by any random bypasser. Plus, in this form, it was far more easily explained. He wasted little time in pulling on his jeans and a shirt, followed by a hooded sweater before he lay the goddamn flower pendant over it. He didn't feel the cold so much, but this was hardly balmy weather. Socks and boots followed as soon as his torso was covered. He'd briefly considered going for a swim in the nearby river, but decided it wasn't worth risking it. It was too cold for him to go as he was, and he wasn't overly keen on being caught mid-river in his wolf form.
"Ah well," he muttered to himself as he packed up the rest of his belongings, "one day won't kill me."
He sorted his backpack and hefted it to his shoulders then made his way towards the door. He paused and listened for a while before, satisfied he wouldn't have an audience, he let himself out.
The morning air was cold and sharp and Ben lifted his head to breathe it in with a small growl of satisfaction, eyes closed, before he turned and made his way in the direction of the Santa Fe trail. He wasn't too far from New Mexico, and for some reason, even though he had no plans once he got there, it seemed a little like an achievement in a way.