the car stopped next to mine. and 2 figures go out. the car was shaped like a buggy except it had sticks all around it bundled up like corded ware.
the 2 figures sounded femenine. they had gas masks and hooded robes. they had black grey jumpsuits filled with patches and cuts that where hastilly repaired.. they didnt carry fire arms. but held metal spiked clubs, with a ton of spikes! and wat looked to be some dried blood? they had a metal plate on their chest. and some metal arm bands on their arms with wat appear to be bite marks?
wooooah LOOK AT THIS rathel! a brand new car. they pointed at the dead beat dad car i used to get down here. not at all new. station wagon.
the girl seems genuinley excited. her voice was young. and older voice spoke from her companion. deeper. thats? weird.. she said, normally all the cars past town are rusted shut. i cant believe someone missed this thing right infront of the road. but wait? theres something odd about it?
her younger companion stopped frolicking about their new loot. and stiffened up in attention alert now. the realization dawning on her. do you recognize this producer her older companion asked?
as they both looked at the hood of the car. they both shaked their head no in unison. this brand? is uhhh not one of ours. do you think this was a foreigners car? but why is it not run down when the diner its next too. was still functional when the collapse happened 9 months ago. why didnt it get decayed like the steal around it? does it have some foreign property those stuck up europeans use?
her younger companion put a thinking hand to her face wondering. i dont know. she feels behind the car. tapping her shoe on the exhaust... she widens her eyes and says. ITS.... its still hot.
they both look around alert. whoever was here. might have been here in the past few days? but why would they just drop off good loot like this? did they need to run off or is it out of gas. they began to check the gas pump on the side door.
meanwhile- the human sitting behind the tarp chain fence. was observing them. their legs. seemed off it seemed almost hooflike but not really. hmmm he wondered. why would they not realize its an old american brand? its common here. are these people from the city? and wat about the collapse? do they mean the job market or the gig economy? last he checked. the world was still functional when he was with his mom and dad at the cabin last night. did time somehow move forward 9 months as they say give or take. in advance when i went down here? it could explain
the shut door behind me as i entered. maybe i walked threw some rift. and watever it was. these people where armed and trying to loot my car. wat should i do. he looked at his rifle case on his back. quietly opening it. and assembling his rifle. it had been broken up for transport. after he shot those metal cans last night. if i knew how much trouble using this old antique would be. i would have just watched a movie online instead of going out. serves me right for touching grass. i bet that meme was some trap by some cosmic god plotting against me. off. just kidding im not a schizo.
the universe is indifferent to me. but is it not malicous? thats something i havent figured out just yet. but i have a feeling im going too. the rifle is now loaded. as he picks it up and begins to stand.
as he began to back off from the fence. they began speaking again. hay? do you remember this place erifly? the young voice asked. yeh i do. the older voice responded. this is the place we used to to cross going to the resort above the mountain. but. that was a long time ago.
yeh their was a nice old man who used to work here. who always told us the importance of tolerance between species. he had a coyote wife even do it was illegal. he never backed down. well until everything fell apart. and the meat eaters turned on the vegie eaters in the city. after that well things just. became more clear to me. this diner was where my last birthday was held before the collapse. that was 12 months ago
i wish i could have come here one last time before it got over run by the forests vines.
coyote? i wondered. must be talking about mexicans. i heard them called that by american friend. but i dont really know since im canadian. coyotes did feel like something hispanic. it was very close to a wolf. which people identify with europeans. so mexicans being coyotes and europeans being wolfs. made sense for the girl to call them like that as allegory. i mean i got my name kodiak from the kodiak wolves in alaska. and also. the kodiak bear which is more widely known. its fitting i guess? since bears are asociated with russians. and im partly siberian so i guess if i was called with an animal nickname it would either be a bear or a wolf.
as for meat eaters and vegetarian eaters i guess she ment vegans and carnivore heavy diet people. some old people eat alot of meat to stay healthy. specifically the skandi people. i know on my mothers side of the family they eat alot of raw ice fish. so maybe his carnivore wife ate more meat. while he was upset trying to maintain a vegie diet from his early life. and i guess this escalated when the food and supply line went down during the economic collapse they are talking about. and i guess this place was hit with bankruptcy and the old guy lost his idealism. or worse this place could have been looted or vandalized. something i saw alot when i was living in the city from 2019 to 2022. alot of urban destruction by people who wanted to take my familys shop items.
it sucked how i couldnt fire at them. and the cops refused to help us. a deep frown plasted itself across my face. nothing made me more mad then being able to do something and stand up for myself. but be forced to sit down and take it. like being bossed around by a weaker person. or by a person without a gun while i had one.
the gun in my hand. with rage flowing threw my vains. shaking my fingers grip on it. i readied myself for wat im gonna do. lets...
lets negotiate with these thugs... my way.