Snippet #2095115

a lone figure slowly wandered into this busted up town, a figure strait from a western. a tall man astride on a large black god of a horse, the figure alone, in the dull moon light was enough to bring out the red neck whoop and hollar out in any city boy. slung over his back was a model 1887 12 gauge shot gun and a rather modern looking hunting riffle on his hips was the good old revolver hand guns. this man was a vision of the American spirit he looked like he belonged on a pack of cigarets. he slowly wandered into the town his horse showing no fear to the bull moaning and groaning on the walkers stumbling slowly behind them. the duo seemed to be in perfect synch a zombie would make a run for the horse the man would reach into his right boot pull out a battered and well used ka-bar knife and drive it point first into the skull of the undead. all the while this godly beast would keep up a pace that would leave the older more rotten zombies in the dust.

those that he passed that was still alive would hear the classic "clip clop" of the horses hove and the jingle of his spurs the man would tilt his white cowboy hat back looking up at the dark sky and sigh slightly. he grabbed a hold of the reins that had been laying on the nap of the horse's neck and tugs slightly on them turning the head of the horse slowly in the direction he wanted to go. the large horse protested slightly but gave in, in the end he trotted up to a large garage with a large metal shutter door. as they grew closer the man slung himself off the horse and ran up to the and opened it quickly, he scanned the area and proceeded to lift the leavy normaly motor driven door just high enough for his horse to duck under it. dropping the heavy door he steps back and sighs latching the small door shut.

"looks like we are beddin down here spiro" the mans thick country bow drawl calls out to the horse as he slowly reaches under the large horse unbuckling the saddle. he slips the leather saddle off resting it on the rusted lawn mower then the two blankets the insulate the horse from the paddle and finely he pulled off the reins, he did use a bit he found it as odd for him to put in as it was for the horse to chew on all day. he looked around for something wood finding an old ladder and busted it up placing the wood in a pile and setting it ablaze running a wire brush through the horses black hair as the flames licked the air. it took him about an hour to fulfill his obligations to his stead, feeding, brushing and maintenance on his saddle, it wasnt to hard for him to pass out on the small cushion the two blankets provided him.