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Emma drives on out of Sanpete county onto the I-15 Highway, only to come across trouble.
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“Silent Echoes
Chapter Four
By Wrathofautumn”
Many of the towns that Emma had passed through were more or less as raided as Mount Pleasant. As some of the towns grew smaller, however, the lesser signs of activity she saw. As she went into the mountain pass from Fountain Greens, she saw the town almost perfectly intact. There were hardly signs that anything had even lived there, except for a few out of place animals, like a family of tigers basking on a ranch, little cubs covered in rags huddled around the mother for protection. Other than that, a few gadiantons littered the sides of the road, their bodies crushed in by oncoming cars, she imagined. She felt bad for the family of tigers, so vulnerable to the surrounding world. What chance could a fully grown tigress had against a group of hungry gadiantons?
Driving into the mountain pass made her feel uneasy. The towers of sandstone and limestone loomed over her and she could swear she was constantly being watched. Her ears kept hearing the shuffling of small pebbles and the flapping of wings. Her gun rested uneasily on her waist, but she restrained from pulling it out. If she kept going, then she could at least outrun the gadiantons.
Eventually she came out of Sanpete County and into the county border town, Nephi. There were some signs of destruction and chaos that had ensued during the pandemic. It was hard to tell how badly it affected this town; all she could see were an auto shop and a gas station. She was more focused on the exit onto I-15. Thank goodness the road was still functional. Signaling left, Emma climbed up the ramp and accelerated to 60, the car beginning to shake in her handpaws.
For the most part, the I-15 road into Provo was clear. There were some traces of fires and explosions that had occurred, most of the havoc had occurred from the other side going south, away from Provo. Rolled over cars with burnt bodies and half eaten carrion littered the grass. Gadianton bodies were occasionally seen in their own pools of blood, either shot down or hit by other cars. Occasionally, she saw something move, mostly animals. Some of them were normal to the environment while others out of place like that family of tigers. She passed by a springbok nearby the exit lane into Payson, struggling to get out of what may have been once very nice jeans for a girl. How long would it be before it found itself food to one of the Survivors, or even one of the monsters prowling the countryside freely?
As she reached American Fork, the concentration of carnage got even worse. Some of the cars going south had attempted to go onto the other side of the road it seemed to get past the increased traffic during the pandemic's climax. They had only accomplished colliding with cars heading north, resulting in a ridiculously large sea of car wreckage, corpses and dead animals. Some of them were still perfectly intact, all the doors left wide open, abandoned as the passengers had proceeded to head on by foot. Emma wasn't in the mood however to go searching for supplies when she'd plenty of them on hand.
Slowing down her speed to 15 miles per hour, Emma cautiously fought her way through the graveyard. A small reptile like gadianton flashed its multiple rows of teeth with a sharp hiss, quickly trotting out of the way. Something about being confined in these closed up spaces made her nervous, like something would jump out at her any minute. Her brain told her that was nonsense, however. From the looks of it, besides scavenging monsters, there wasn't a single sign of life. After a half hour of this, she saw the debris begin to clear. She heaved a relieved sigh, she was home free!
All of a sudden, some of the cars in front of her came to life. What on earth? She tried to speed up, but the cars had already formed a blockade across the road. There was distinct chattering and growling coming from the vehicles. Bandits, her mind quickly assessed, and not in the friendliest means, either. Only while she was trapped did she see the crudely made barricades of wood, stakes topped with fresh skulls, animal and human, almost completely blockading the way out. Behind the wall, she saw camouflaged tents set up to look like part of the surroundings. Whoever they were, they planned this very well, and they must have anticipated her approach a long ways away.
The Survivors began to step out of their vehicles. There were about five of them on station, two tauroid pronghorns who looked so much alike that she could assume they were brothers. The only difference one was much taller and had a scar over his left cheek. The other three were far more humanoid, possessing an actual human torso. They were composed of an orange tabby, some kind of a monkey, and a gray wolf with reddish brown highlights.
They all stood out equally besides species differences. Respectively wearing matching clothes, composed of leather jacks with scrap metal sewn into patches of the suit, jeans, and various sneaker, their dog tags jingled over raggedy t-shirts. Their bluish jeans were still fresh but covered in grass stains. Only the pronghorns were without pants, their lower torsos free of attire like Emma. Each of them were carrying weapons, including survival army knives and bats with rusted nails sticking out.
The wolf approached the car, a metal chain tightly gripped in his handpaws. He stood out slightly from the other bandits. He had a humanoid body, but unlike the cat and monkey, he didn't wear any shoes. Without a doubt, there was a pair of shoes available for the way his feet were structured. They were much longer than a human's foot, causing him to stand on the pads of his feet, much like a wolf does. It gave the strange illusion that he was much taller than the others. Also his jacket's shoulders were fitted with decorative spikes, larger sections of scrap metal sewn into the jacket, and a red bandana with a painted skull covered his forehead. This Survivor was no doubt the leader of this band of characters.
He leaned down and tapped the window on Emma's door. Reluctantly, she rolled it down, looking at the bandit leader with skittish eyes, her heart racing. The wolf had a look around the car's interior, sniffing a little, and then looked back at her. “I'm afraid this road is private, miss foxy. You'll need to pay your way to get through. Or we could always use your pretty little head as another one of our trophies. Either way, it doesn't matter to us.”
Emma's ears drooped. Payment? Well, anything was better than to be killed just to cross the road. Taking out her wallet, she pulled out her money and presented it to the wolf. This was enough she hoped.
He grinned, displaying his fangs to her. “Is this a joke of some kind? Dollars are no good out here; we need something a bit more real.”
Emma tilted her head curiously. Her money was useless? Since when?
“Food, gasoline, medicine! Even that gun of yours would be nice for us. That's payment, unlike this green crap of yours. In case you haven't noticed, the government and the economy have all gone down the toilet. ” He then looked at her strangely, his tongue licking his chops. “But if you don't want to part with anything here, I'm sure we could arrange something else.”
Emma's body shuddered with disgust. They were nothing but a pack of wild animals, all bent on survival. They would most likely take some of the more precious things off her cargo, screwing her over big time. Even if she were to give them certain “favors”, they couldn't be trusted. The only option was try and breakthrough their blockade. She couldn't click the gun's safety off fast enough without them reacting somehow. Quickly a plan came to mind.
“So what's it gonna be, miss foxy?” The wolf grinned mockingly. “Are you going to be nice or is the big bad wolf going to have to show you manners?”
Emma smiled assuredly, slowly pulling out the lock, open. The wolf got ready to move aside, when suddenly Emma slammed the door wide open against the Survivor's body, knocking him off his feet and rolling into the grass ditch. The wolf bandit let out a surprised yelp and shouted something indistinct. Before the other highwaymen could react, Emma floored it and drove off the road, trying to stay on the side and not fall into the ditch. As the wooden fence grew closer, Emma shut her eyes tightly, hoping that she would either make it or die quickly.
The blockade came apart with relative ease, splinters of wood and sticks flying across and under the car as she climbed up back onto the road, leaving the band of angry survivors behind her as she burned rubber, she certainly hoped that what she had done didn't lead to any harsh repercussions. From what she could tell, this Honda car wasn't built for off-roading, and that wooden fence might have given the car quite a worse beating.
That was flipping crazy, she thought to herself. The only reason she was mainly able to get out of that mess was because that “big, bad, wolf” made the mistake of underestimating her as a woman. Slowly, she put that behind her as she focused on traveling the highway road.
Something roared from behind her. Ears perked to attention, she could see something in the distance getting closer and closer. The bandits were not going to let her get away that easy, it looked like, and they seemed relatively angry. Shifting the car into third gear, she accelerated to eighty, even though there was a sign that told her the speed limit was lower. Like anyone cared about law enforcement now.
Even at this speed, however, the bandits had managed to catch up to her. They lined up side by side to her, getting dangerously close. Having no guns, from what she could tell, they'd most likely resort to ramming her down. She actually was grateful, despite being in great danger, or else the tanks in her trunk could risk getting ruptured.
From the car to her left, a much smaller sedan tainted with brown mud. She could hear the wolf screaming angrily, “I'm gonna kill you! You hear me, you witch?! Nobody beats me with a car door! I'm gonna use your pelt for a rug! I'll cook your intestines over the fire of your wrecked car...” He went on and on with violent threats and curses, but she blocked it all out. The leader was a jerk, anyway.
Both cars slammed on her hard, but the car kept moving, taking some damage. Thinking quickly, she pulled out her gun and clicked off the safety. Driving with only one wheel, she aimed for the cat driving the car. As the car pulled out, however, her aim lowered to the car's tire, popping like a carnival balloon. It spun out of control, swerving a sharp curve into the grass and driving into the sharp ditch in a dead halt. Not exactly what she had had in mind, but it was still effective. One down, one more to go.
The other car, driven by the pronghorn brothers, was a much larger car. What might've been once a minivan was repainted with threatening logos on it and reinforced with scrap metal. Its size and seating could easily be outfitted to fit tauroids. Swerving a hard right, the minivan crunched against the civic, smashing up her right side view mirror and breaking the glass on the door. That sports utility vehicle alone would be the end of her if she didn't do something. She couldn't get a clear shot with her being on the driver's side.
An idea clicked into her mind. Hitting the brakes and shifting gears back to drive, Emma slowed the car down enough to get right behind the minivan. Now having a target, she fired a few rounds at the van's rear bumper, missing a few times, but eventually managing to blow out the van's rear tires. The van landed hard on its rear axle, sparks flying as the asphalt screeched with the sound of grinding metal. No doubt that the rear axle would be really screwed after that. As her car passed by, she looked back and glimpsed at the minivan stop, the bandits beginning to climb out of the cars. They'd be of no use to them now.
As the sign saying Provo was about 40 miles away passed her, Emma's heart was racing wildly. She didn't even think that she was going to make for even a second, and yet she beat the odds. Something else had happened too. It might've been that she was partly a fox now, but facing utter danger and surviving made her puff her chest out. Though that was something she wanted to avoid in the future, that car chase was, in a way, fun. What was this feeling?
1)http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3296822
2)http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3311879/
3)http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3331352/
4)http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3376285/
5)http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3417877/
6)http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3496265/
7)
8)
9)
It continues! O:
Emma drives on out of Sanpete county onto the I-15 Highway, only to come across trouble.
=====================================================
“Silent Echoes
Chapter Four
By Wrathofautumn”
Many of the towns that Emma had passed through were more or less as raided as Mount Pleasant. As some of the towns grew smaller, however, the lesser signs of activity she saw. As she went into the mountain pass from Fountain Greens, she saw the town almost perfectly intact. There were hardly signs that anything had even lived there, except for a few out of place animals, like a family of tigers basking on a ranch, little cubs covered in rags huddled around the mother for protection. Other than that, a few gadiantons littered the sides of the road, their bodies crushed in by oncoming cars, she imagined. She felt bad for the family of tigers, so vulnerable to the surrounding world. What chance could a fully grown tigress had against a group of hungry gadiantons?
Driving into the mountain pass made her feel uneasy. The towers of sandstone and limestone loomed over her and she could swear she was constantly being watched. Her ears kept hearing the shuffling of small pebbles and the flapping of wings. Her gun rested uneasily on her waist, but she restrained from pulling it out. If she kept going, then she could at least outrun the gadiantons.
Eventually she came out of Sanpete County and into the county border town, Nephi. There were some signs of destruction and chaos that had ensued during the pandemic. It was hard to tell how badly it affected this town; all she could see were an auto shop and a gas station. She was more focused on the exit onto I-15. Thank goodness the road was still functional. Signaling left, Emma climbed up the ramp and accelerated to 60, the car beginning to shake in her handpaws.
For the most part, the I-15 road into Provo was clear. There were some traces of fires and explosions that had occurred, most of the havoc had occurred from the other side going south, away from Provo. Rolled over cars with burnt bodies and half eaten carrion littered the grass. Gadianton bodies were occasionally seen in their own pools of blood, either shot down or hit by other cars. Occasionally, she saw something move, mostly animals. Some of them were normal to the environment while others out of place like that family of tigers. She passed by a springbok nearby the exit lane into Payson, struggling to get out of what may have been once very nice jeans for a girl. How long would it be before it found itself food to one of the Survivors, or even one of the monsters prowling the countryside freely?
As she reached American Fork, the concentration of carnage got even worse. Some of the cars going south had attempted to go onto the other side of the road it seemed to get past the increased traffic during the pandemic's climax. They had only accomplished colliding with cars heading north, resulting in a ridiculously large sea of car wreckage, corpses and dead animals. Some of them were still perfectly intact, all the doors left wide open, abandoned as the passengers had proceeded to head on by foot. Emma wasn't in the mood however to go searching for supplies when she'd plenty of them on hand.
Slowing down her speed to 15 miles per hour, Emma cautiously fought her way through the graveyard. A small reptile like gadianton flashed its multiple rows of teeth with a sharp hiss, quickly trotting out of the way. Something about being confined in these closed up spaces made her nervous, like something would jump out at her any minute. Her brain told her that was nonsense, however. From the looks of it, besides scavenging monsters, there wasn't a single sign of life. After a half hour of this, she saw the debris begin to clear. She heaved a relieved sigh, she was home free!
All of a sudden, some of the cars in front of her came to life. What on earth? She tried to speed up, but the cars had already formed a blockade across the road. There was distinct chattering and growling coming from the vehicles. Bandits, her mind quickly assessed, and not in the friendliest means, either. Only while she was trapped did she see the crudely made barricades of wood, stakes topped with fresh skulls, animal and human, almost completely blockading the way out. Behind the wall, she saw camouflaged tents set up to look like part of the surroundings. Whoever they were, they planned this very well, and they must have anticipated her approach a long ways away.
The Survivors began to step out of their vehicles. There were about five of them on station, two tauroid pronghorns who looked so much alike that she could assume they were brothers. The only difference one was much taller and had a scar over his left cheek. The other three were far more humanoid, possessing an actual human torso. They were composed of an orange tabby, some kind of a monkey, and a gray wolf with reddish brown highlights.
They all stood out equally besides species differences. Respectively wearing matching clothes, composed of leather jacks with scrap metal sewn into patches of the suit, jeans, and various sneaker, their dog tags jingled over raggedy t-shirts. Their bluish jeans were still fresh but covered in grass stains. Only the pronghorns were without pants, their lower torsos free of attire like Emma. Each of them were carrying weapons, including survival army knives and bats with rusted nails sticking out.
The wolf approached the car, a metal chain tightly gripped in his handpaws. He stood out slightly from the other bandits. He had a humanoid body, but unlike the cat and monkey, he didn't wear any shoes. Without a doubt, there was a pair of shoes available for the way his feet were structured. They were much longer than a human's foot, causing him to stand on the pads of his feet, much like a wolf does. It gave the strange illusion that he was much taller than the others. Also his jacket's shoulders were fitted with decorative spikes, larger sections of scrap metal sewn into the jacket, and a red bandana with a painted skull covered his forehead. This Survivor was no doubt the leader of this band of characters.
He leaned down and tapped the window on Emma's door. Reluctantly, she rolled it down, looking at the bandit leader with skittish eyes, her heart racing. The wolf had a look around the car's interior, sniffing a little, and then looked back at her. “I'm afraid this road is private, miss foxy. You'll need to pay your way to get through. Or we could always use your pretty little head as another one of our trophies. Either way, it doesn't matter to us.”
Emma's ears drooped. Payment? Well, anything was better than to be killed just to cross the road. Taking out her wallet, she pulled out her money and presented it to the wolf. This was enough she hoped.
He grinned, displaying his fangs to her. “Is this a joke of some kind? Dollars are no good out here; we need something a bit more real.”
Emma tilted her head curiously. Her money was useless? Since when?
“Food, gasoline, medicine! Even that gun of yours would be nice for us. That's payment, unlike this green crap of yours. In case you haven't noticed, the government and the economy have all gone down the toilet. ” He then looked at her strangely, his tongue licking his chops. “But if you don't want to part with anything here, I'm sure we could arrange something else.”
Emma's body shuddered with disgust. They were nothing but a pack of wild animals, all bent on survival. They would most likely take some of the more precious things off her cargo, screwing her over big time. Even if she were to give them certain “favors”, they couldn't be trusted. The only option was try and breakthrough their blockade. She couldn't click the gun's safety off fast enough without them reacting somehow. Quickly a plan came to mind.
“So what's it gonna be, miss foxy?” The wolf grinned mockingly. “Are you going to be nice or is the big bad wolf going to have to show you manners?”
Emma smiled assuredly, slowly pulling out the lock, open. The wolf got ready to move aside, when suddenly Emma slammed the door wide open against the Survivor's body, knocking him off his feet and rolling into the grass ditch. The wolf bandit let out a surprised yelp and shouted something indistinct. Before the other highwaymen could react, Emma floored it and drove off the road, trying to stay on the side and not fall into the ditch. As the wooden fence grew closer, Emma shut her eyes tightly, hoping that she would either make it or die quickly.
The blockade came apart with relative ease, splinters of wood and sticks flying across and under the car as she climbed up back onto the road, leaving the band of angry survivors behind her as she burned rubber, she certainly hoped that what she had done didn't lead to any harsh repercussions. From what she could tell, this Honda car wasn't built for off-roading, and that wooden fence might have given the car quite a worse beating.
That was flipping crazy, she thought to herself. The only reason she was mainly able to get out of that mess was because that “big, bad, wolf” made the mistake of underestimating her as a woman. Slowly, she put that behind her as she focused on traveling the highway road.
Something roared from behind her. Ears perked to attention, she could see something in the distance getting closer and closer. The bandits were not going to let her get away that easy, it looked like, and they seemed relatively angry. Shifting the car into third gear, she accelerated to eighty, even though there was a sign that told her the speed limit was lower. Like anyone cared about law enforcement now.
Even at this speed, however, the bandits had managed to catch up to her. They lined up side by side to her, getting dangerously close. Having no guns, from what she could tell, they'd most likely resort to ramming her down. She actually was grateful, despite being in great danger, or else the tanks in her trunk could risk getting ruptured.
From the car to her left, a much smaller sedan tainted with brown mud. She could hear the wolf screaming angrily, “I'm gonna kill you! You hear me, you witch?! Nobody beats me with a car door! I'm gonna use your pelt for a rug! I'll cook your intestines over the fire of your wrecked car...” He went on and on with violent threats and curses, but she blocked it all out. The leader was a jerk, anyway.
Both cars slammed on her hard, but the car kept moving, taking some damage. Thinking quickly, she pulled out her gun and clicked off the safety. Driving with only one wheel, she aimed for the cat driving the car. As the car pulled out, however, her aim lowered to the car's tire, popping like a carnival balloon. It spun out of control, swerving a sharp curve into the grass and driving into the sharp ditch in a dead halt. Not exactly what she had had in mind, but it was still effective. One down, one more to go.
The other car, driven by the pronghorn brothers, was a much larger car. What might've been once a minivan was repainted with threatening logos on it and reinforced with scrap metal. Its size and seating could easily be outfitted to fit tauroids. Swerving a hard right, the minivan crunched against the civic, smashing up her right side view mirror and breaking the glass on the door. That sports utility vehicle alone would be the end of her if she didn't do something. She couldn't get a clear shot with her being on the driver's side.
An idea clicked into her mind. Hitting the brakes and shifting gears back to drive, Emma slowed the car down enough to get right behind the minivan. Now having a target, she fired a few rounds at the van's rear bumper, missing a few times, but eventually managing to blow out the van's rear tires. The van landed hard on its rear axle, sparks flying as the asphalt screeched with the sound of grinding metal. No doubt that the rear axle would be really screwed after that. As her car passed by, she looked back and glimpsed at the minivan stop, the bandits beginning to climb out of the cars. They'd be of no use to them now.
As the sign saying Provo was about 40 miles away passed her, Emma's heart was racing wildly. She didn't even think that she was going to make for even a second, and yet she beat the odds. Something else had happened too. It might've been that she was partly a fox now, but facing utter danger and surviving made her puff her chest out. Though that was something she wanted to avoid in the future, that car chase was, in a way, fun. What was this feeling?
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