by Coax Mon Mar 03, 2014 8:57 pm
"It's got to be somewhere around here..." Coax panted, standing up straight. But, as she swung her head from side, the piles of ruble and fallen trees was barely distinguishable. Hesitantly, she started down the street, re-building the fallen neighborhood from all the years of memories she had. Each house reconstructed itself in her mind, down to the very last details in the shutters. Slowly Coax found her way to her street, and eventually to her house- or, what was left of it. There was no door to open, just half a standing house and huge, jagged pieces of wood, brick, and plaster. Quickly the anthro picked her way over it into the other side, now without a roof, but at least a few of the walls were standing. But she found what she was looking for quickly enough, an array of medicines from the broken cabinets, some packaged foods, a compact black hand gun from under her mattres, one box of appropriate amo, and finally the stuffed dog she'd slept with sense she was a child. It all went into her back pack, which was a little damp and dusted with plaster after all the exposure, but still functional.
Coax climbed back outside, glanced back at the ruble that used to be her home, and turned to go, leaving the neighborhood behind and trying to cover as much distance as she could before nightfall.
--Coax to the Plains--
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