"I really hate this town."
this was all Logan was thinking about while riding his horse through the town he used to live in.
it would be fair to call it a ghost town at this point, Since nobody in their right mind would be living here anymore, And to be honest .. Why would they, It's a place only fitting for those who have a death wish.
Logan kept going ahead on its empty streets filled with wild plants and random herbs growing everywhere, He kept looking left and right, Hoping he can find anything nostalgic about this place.
But all he saw was broken windows, cars crashed into each other on the side of the road, Plants growing up and covering the city walls... No signs of life.
This city was abandoned a long time ago.
He suddenly jumped off his horse and stood in front of a big building, In worse shape of all the previous ones, No one would be surprised if it collapsed any second now.
It was the bank he used to work in as the head of security staff. He could easily just walk in right now and grab about a couple of million dollars from the vault.
"what use does money have at this world." Logan Sighed.
the only thing they can be used for, Is just feeding them to a burning fire, To get some warmth at cold nights.
Money no longer rule this world, not since those 'creatures' showed up 20 years ago. Only fear does now.
His old house was about 3 blocks away, But he hesitated.
"I don't have time to go there... I have a job to do."
He clearly didn't want to see the place he used to call home a while ago. Saying he had a job was just adding more reasons to not go.
Logan gently caressed his horse head.
" the sun is about to set, we need to find a place for tonight. it would be dangerous to stay in the middle of this town, let's move pal."
he was still murmuring while gathering some branches from a couple of trees here and there and putting them in the middle of the road, Then he started a fire.
" this should be enough of a distraction, It would buy us enough time to find a safe place for tonight"
He got up on his horse and took out as fast as he can away from there...
***
As he just reached the outskirts, Something interesting caught his attention, a little wooden cabin in the forest right outside the town.
Unlike every other building he saw since he got on his road, This was the first one to look habitable, Its state was good enough for someone to live in.
"Hey pal, looks like we got lucky for once, we might get some good sleep for tonight" Logan said while stepping down of his horse.
He approached the cabin and noticed some tight ropes tangled between the trees, also some leafs were gathered all over the yard covering pits on the ground.
It takes no genius to figure out this was handmade, Someone laid traps purposefully, they were easily spotted by humans. So they probably were meant for those 'things'.
It was getting fairly dark, Logan already knew he was trespassing someone's territory, But he had no choice, All he can hope for is that he bumps into someone kind enough to let him to stay the night...
As he was getting closer, he was trying to sneak a peek through the windows, But it was pitch dark inside, Nobody seems to be there.
He was slowly opening the door, Then he suddenly heard dishes breaking, He soon after that realized a very light string attached to the door handler got cut off.
It was probably set up as an alarm.
"All these traps are set up in such an amateur way, But still, How cautious this guy is, I'm already surprised to how long he managed to live out here"
Logan stepped inside and turned on his flashlight, there was honestly not much inside, All he saw was random stuff scattered all around the house.
But as he entered what seems to be the bedroom, Something caught his interest , Next to the bed, He found a bookshelf filled with all kind of books, Mostly classics.
But what really peaked his attention, was the desk on the other corner of the room, on top of it there was nothing but a candle, a bottle of ink , a pen and one Black notebook, titled 'My Lost Diaries'
"Someone actually has the luxury to not only be reading so many books, But to be writing ones too. Let's see what this is about, I'm sure he would like someone to review his piece of work..."
Logan turned on the first page.
**'hello there, dear reader, looks like you're the lucky person to find my diaries.
If you are reading this. It means I'm probably dead, Or something really bad happened to force me hide this away.
let me first introduce myself, My name is Lylah. You can call me Lily, My friends used to call me that. or at least some did as far as I remember.
This is a story of how I was saved and about the cause I ... We were fighting for.
I have always thought that death was a far easier choice, that I could finally get some rest.
But this life is no longer mine alone, I owe it to everyone I met And helped me get this far.
So buckle up, I'm going to tell you a story. A story of meetings and goodbyes, of hope and despair.
A story of how we could have ended the disease and cured the 'Infected'... How we could have saved humanity.' **
Logan didn't know how to react to what he was just reading, He wasn't expecting something of this level of magnitude,
he was eager to turn on the next page, but he suddenly heard a bump on the door behind him.
As soon as he turned around, He saw a gun being pointed at his head.
It was a little girl, Probably in her teenage years, She had a short brown hair and it was ponytailed, a big green coat barely fitting her tiny little body, some old pants and worn out shoes. her left arm was bleeding badly.
"No matter how you look at her, She seems like a harmless little girl, But The way her Brown vicious eyes were glaring at me and the way she is firmly holding that gun with her small hands. tells a whole other story ..."Logan was thinking to himself.
" Who are you and how the fuck did you get here !?" she asked with a straight look on her face.
"calm down, I do not mean any harm, let me explain.."
"Hands behind your head, Don't you try anything funny... or I'll blow a fucking hole through your head !!" she started screaming.
Logan slowly took his hands up and put them behind his back.
" see ... Just calm down, I will not hurt you... There's no need for guns here... Just listen to me kid.."
"Don't tell me to calm down. What are u doing here, How did you--..."
She suddenly stopped talking and kept the gun pointed at him. It was like she wasn't listening to a word he's saying. She had a dead look on her eyes. she was ready to pull the trigger.