sniperwolf007 (sniperwolf007) wrote in devils_tower, @ 2008-03-25 13:33:00 |
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Week Four, Tuesday
Who: Morgan and whoever comes along
Where: Between the Outskirts and the Trading Post
When: Afternoon
Why: Morgan is entering town
Morgan had been walking for about three days. Was it three? She had lost count, even after such a short time. Morgan figured it was just the sun getting to her. She wiped the gathering sweat from her brow before it dripped down her face. With a frown, Morgan stopped and fished the folded piece of paper that was her map from her back pocket. She traced a finger along a red line, then stopped and looked up.
"I just passed this abandoned buliding, and right here is the old hospital...maybe five miles down; maybe more," she murmured to herself. Morgan folded the map and slid it into the back pocket of her ratty jeans once more. She knelt in the grass and slid her knapsack from her shoulders. Pulling a canteen from the side pocket, she unscrewed the cap and tilted the bottom towards the sky. The last few drops of water she had slid into her mouth and trailed along her throat.
Morgan removed the canteen from her lips and returned it to the pocket in her bag. She stood and slung the bag over her shoulders, continuing along her path. As she walked, Morgan watched her feet, in their dirty, torn, sneakers, clodding along the path. It was all she could do to keep her eyes open and her mind focused.