Wandering nonchalantly past the dark tinted glass of the SUV in his native fishing attire, the Foole just seemed to casually run his hand over the dar... front hood of the car and with a loud squeal of tires, the SUV then wildly accelerated down the wooden length of dock as the two remaining morning fishermen had to quickly dive over the wooden railing to avoid being stuck. At near full speed, the car crashed through the length of wooden fence near the very end of the dock and went sailing. "Alex took the saddlebags, then searched his prisoner again, taking the hunting knife he had strapped to his ankle."Can't blame a fella for hopin'," Newsum shrugged."Don't reckon I can," Alex agreed, searching the saddlebags for more weapons. When he found none, he tossed the bags back to their owner and gave a long, rising whistle.In a few moments, the grey mare he had brought along as his spare mount trotted up holding her head to one side so as not to step on the trailing reins."Saddle up,". We had to move to stay alive, this plague had no remorse nor did it discriminate. My name is Anastasia, Ana for short. Before the madness began, I was a student at a public college in Novokuznetsk. At the age of twenty-three, I had a bright future ahead of me but for the past few weeks, that future got dimmer and dimmer, now it seemed like it was entirely burnt out. I knew that if mankind was to survive this apocalypse, we’d be hurting a lot. Our supplies would eventually run out, our power and. "Good girl, that is much better. Now, I want to feel a confident walkfrom you when we go to the desk, you never know when your owner mightcatch a glimpse of you."Lita stood up, rebalanced on her high boots and then started off towardsthe airline check-in desks. This time she was more frightened of Lydiathan of everyone else in the terminal."Yes. That's better. Now, I feel that we are friends again, I don't wantto have to be a Mistress to you or have to punish you. It's so muchbetter this way..