CSE: Chapter 2: August 1.1

AUGUST

Several towns and cities passed but I didn't see any signs of recent human life. Jack and Patch did whuffle at something a few times, but I decided it must be nothing because nothing was heard, and they gave no signs of fear.

I lived out of grocery stores and libraries after the cans ran out. Most of the time I had to break the windows to get in, though the automatic doors still worked far awhile in the larger cities. The days flew by and I lived each of them as they came with a sense of unreality.

Food for the horses wasn't as hard to find as I’d imagined. Hay and grain can be found on the edges of any farming community. They weren’t really working that hard, carrying one young girl and a few quickly dwindling supplies. Grass was their main diet, and that could be found anywhere.

The grass, in fact, was everywhere, waist high. While I wasn't paying attention, the plant life had gone out of control. By the beginning of August, it looked like the buildings had been abandoned for years rather than a couple months. I hadn't noticed how quickly the plants had been growing, just that they were. Mostly I guessed it was because I had been wrapped up in my own misery, but the growth must have been plainly visible for a while.

Vines now covered most cars; some smaller buildings had an almost complete covering of them. Saplings grew out of the sidewalk. The roads were cracked in places from the sheer force of weeds and trees trying to get through, wherever there was the smallest space.

Animals too seemed in an overabundance; rabbits, birds, and other small furry creatures ran across my path almost constantly. I’d never thought about how many wild animals were in one place before, and now they were everywhere.

CSE: Chapter 1: June - 1.3

There are few really good horses at a rental barn but I chose the one I rode every time I came. He wasn’t one that would insist on keeping to the worn trails and he was gentle enough for me to deal with, though heaven help me if he got it into his head to be difficult. His name was Jack, short for Jackass. The owner joked that he had donkey somewhere in his ancestry; he was so ugly, I wondered if perhaps that was the glorious part of his gene pool. He was ugly, with a large forehead and big teeth, and he was colored like an Australian sheepdog – lots of grey with black spots. However, he was smarter than most dogs I’d heard of and he could eat a lot of what other horses could not.

I took one other horse, a paint, as a substitute for Jack when he got tired and as a pack horse. I let the rest go. I debated taking a small, single horse wagon, but didn't take it. I didn't really want to carry too much and definitely not more than could be carried on one pack horse and I didn’t really know how to hook the horse to it. First, there was a problem I had not foreseen. A stable hand had always put the saddle on for me and not often in my sight. I knew the theory but I didn’t actually know how to do it myself. I had been meaning to learn, because what good horsewoman didn’t know how to put on her own saddle, but I thought I had plenty of time. Now, for sure I did, all the time in the world.

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The second day out, I started having stomach pains. Relief spiked thru the panic of the thought I might be dying. Then my stomach growled and the relief faded, the guilt I felt for living returned. I was just hungry and I decided also in that moment that I might as well live, just in case this whole thing ended up making some sort of sense. I made camp and opened a can. I did have a brief thought that maybe I could starve myself, but it passed quickly.

I don’t know just when I broke from the stupor; one morning I woke up one and realized that I really was glad to be alive, even if I was the only one left. I still felt guilty, but at least I wasn't waiting to die.

CSE: Chapter 1: June - 1.2

It was hours later when I went to my room and remembered to put on clothes. I found my backpack, thinking briefly of missing graduation. I thought I was too dried out to cry anymore, but I was wrong. I cried all the while I packed. I packed all the camping gear we never used. I discarded all but the most necessary. It was just the beginning of summer, and in went my sister's most lightweight shirts and socks; that gave me my first smile. I went to the kitchen and packed a canvas shopping bag with canned food and a can opener, then made for the horse stable at the end of town.

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I was introduced to horses at an early age, by one of my sister's many boyfriends. He thought he would get in good by being nice to the little sister. He soon found out that we cared little for each other, but it was too late; I was hooked.

Horses are expensive, whether you own them or just ride them. I never could get up enough money of my own to ride more than a few times a year, but the thought of finding a good horse and riding away came naturally, even if it felt like I should stay. Self preservation is very strong when you are a young, healthy girl and strongly self-sufficient.

It took me three hours to get to the riding stables, taking the short cut down the levee. It was only two miles, but how could I resist stopping at the houses of friends I’d known? And why didn't I leave right away when I saw that no one was there?

I fought myself all the way to the stables; how could I leave this place I’d known all my life? What if people returned; how could I leave? They might not be able to find me. But on the other hand, what if my town was the only one affected. What if there was a sudden illness and everyone but me was evacuated. I knew these thoughts were foolish, but they swarmed around my head. Foolish or not, I didn’t know what was going to happen. The only thing I could do was the best I could think of, and the thought that I had to leave became stronger and stronger. I continued to look through the mounts for one I could handle by myself.

CSE: Chapter 1: June - 1.1

IT WAS A FRIDAY WHEN THE WORLD ENDED. I woke up one morning to an empty house. This was no strange thing in itself, my parents traveled a lot, and they were apt to leave with no warning, just a note to my sister and myself to tell us when they left and when they expected to be back. Debbie was 16 and thought this was a piece of teenage heaven, since it meant she could stay out until she felt like coming back, usually not until the folks came back. I learned young how to take care of myself.

I didn’t know what woke me up that first morning, maybe the air smelled strange, maybe just a sudden chill of fear. When I walked out to the street, there were no kids playing, no cars, no mowers going, not even the birds were making any noise. I stood, staring down the street in bewilderment. There was an unnatural silence everywhere.

I tried the phone first, but no one answered, not anywhere. I went from door to door; no one was home. It was a long time before I gave up and went home. There was no note, no sign that three other people lived there, any more than there was a sign of anyone else in town. There were still all the houses, all the material objects, there were even a couple cars in the middle of the road, but no people and no bodies. I sat on the couch as the sun set and stared mindlessly into the distance. The thought that I should leave swirled around in my head, I had to find someone to tell me that I wasn't crazy, that there really were people who used to be there. I decided I would go, and then did nothing. I stared at the floor, all by myself, and wondered. I curled in a ball on the floor and cried til I had no tears.

CSE: INTRODUCTION**

“We shall all be changed at the sounding of the last trumpet”—Messiah

The world ended, not with a bang or a whimper, but a bell. I woke up that morning and suddenly I was alone. Only a few thousand people survived; not randomly, there were whole towns in some remote places. The rest just disappeared. We thought it was the end; it was just the beginning.

All I know is what happened to me. This is it.

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