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Purgatory, Maine (Closed for Keyser Soze and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

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Jun 21, 2009
Jared loved his old Range Rove, it was beat to hell but ran like a dream. The trip might be to little to late. Lately the two of them had nothing in common but there last name. A skiing trip to Quebec was only the start of his plans. Buying his daughters love was evil but he was at the end of his rope. Jared flipped through the channels, nothing but country and and raving ministers. "You hungry, thirst" He asked his daughter miming drinking and eating.

Jared was a tall man topping out at just over six feet with a rugged build like a woodsman. He wore blue jeans and a plaid wool shirt, now wearing thin it a little itched. His daughter seemed lost to the world. He found this a shame when they were passing some of Americas best. Well if you could see through the peas soup thick fog. Slowly he applied the breaks the Rover skidded to a stop sliding sideways. A black sedan stood in the middle of the road blocking both lanes of traffic.

"Wait here" From the back seat Jared grabbed a large flashlight. Holding the light to the side he approached the car slowly. The drivers window was smashed, blood stained the seat. Reaching in he unlocked the door which quickly sprang open. Knocked on his ass he was assaulted by a wet tongue. "Hey boy where is you're owner" He asked as if he expected the dog to answer.
 
Cheyenne hated that old car. The only statement it seemed to make to the young woman was 'I used to have money, but now I don't care'. She had been asking her father for her own car for so long, but he had always just been too busy to listen, and her mother hadn't wanted to hear it. No cars, if she needed to go anywhere either one of them would drive her, or she could borrow a car. She hated that.

Not that her father was around all that much to pay attention to her. She'd agreed to the trip just to get out of the house, and already she was regretting it. Why did she have to spend all that time with him? They just weren't close. Once she'd loved him, she would have done anything for her 'daddy', but now, she didn't know.

"I could eat." She said with a shrug, just before he was forced to stop because of a car in the road. She looked up from her book and sighed. "Whatever." She mumbled, looking back down at her book.

She glanced off when she realized he was gone a bit longer than to just tell the man to go. Her head stuck out her window to find him on the floor with a dog...

"Come on, Dad! Can we go?" She called out.
 
Better to not let her know climbing back into the car he tried to start the engine. Nothing not even a spark or sputter climbing back out he released the hood. Everything he could see was fine the had, oil, gas, fan belt whole. Returning to the back of the rover he pulled out a volt mete and applied it to the battery.

"There should be a town a few miles, maybe there we can get a new battery" Closing the hood he pulled on a jacket she would be safer in the car then on the open road. Walking over to the passenger door he had his daughter roll down the window.

"Stay here and lock the doors" he instructed her before pulling a gun from the glove box. He placed the 38. special in his back pocket and began to walk towards town. He quickly passed the broke down sedan and was lost from sight.

He continued to pass cars and truck finally coming to the source of the jam. A flipped semi with logs spilled over the road forming a man made dam. The driver was gone but there was no blood on the seat. Searching he found a gap between truck and bed that he exploited to get to the other side.

The town was small and open building circled a small town square leading off in four directions. one street was shops, two houses and the fourth looked like public buildings. "Man a regular ghost town" Now entering Purgatory, Maine a sign proudly declared home to 6,666 souls that was a depressing though.
 
Cheyenne nodded and was getting ready to climb out just as her father told her to stay inside. She glared, but nodded, opening her book once more. Her father wanted to do things by himself, well then, fine. She could stay there reading and not even notice he was gone, and that was the plan.

Not long after her father vanished from her sights, Cheyenne finally decided that reading wasn't going to happen for her. There wasn't enough light to make her reading even tolerable. So, she put the book down and pulled down the visor, opening the mirror on it.

Cheyenne was a beauty, she always had been. There was just something about her lower back length black hair and her sparkling blue eyes. Her lips pouted out without much effort, and her cheekbones were high. When she stood, she reached five feet eight inches tall, a bit taller than other girls, and possessed a very feminine figure. She'd never wanted for a date, that much was sure.
 
Shadows raced across windows bathed only in moonlight he held up the gun in one hand and the light in the other. "Come out i mean you no harm" The first building was a Pet Shop, Rodriguez Exotic Animals. Many of the shelves were tipped over spilling there contents onto the floor. A dog licked at a puddle coming closer he could see it was blood.

"Back, back you" the dog growled but left under the shelf was the body of a clerk head caved in. Turning around he backed out of the store a circle of dogs was forming. Turning around he broke and ran a track star in high school and college he almost made it to the Olympics. A mix of dogs hot on his heels, doberman pincher, greyhound, German Shepard's all big dogs and all mean as a rattlesnake.

"Pumpkin unlock the door" he had only seconds to get away he had six bullets six to few to kill them all. The dogs jumped onto the hood of the stopped cars. By the time he reached the car he was out of breath. "Get the meat out of the cooler" He ordered it was for a barbecue he liked to marinate his own meat. The pack arrived all snarling and snapping jaws a real welcome party.
 
Cheyenne was just putting up the visor and putting her lipgloss into her purse when she heard her father screaming for her to unlock the door. Quickly, she leaned over his seat and flicked the lock so that he could open it up.

When he was in, she saw the dogs. She gasped loudly and cringed away, seeing them barking and jumping at the car. "What's going on, Daddy?" She asked him, looking around. She quickly dived into the back to grab the meat from the cooler, frowning slightly as she did. "What are you doing?" She asked him as she pulled out the meat and began handing it to him.

"What are those dogs doing, Daddy?" She asked.
 
She looked like a frightened little child his instincts as a man and father beat hard in his head. "I don't know its like they all went feral" He did not want to say it but it could be some type of rabies. But an outbreak on this scale was impossible anywhere. He opened the sun roof and began to throw meat away from the car.

"Cheyenne i want you tor run towards town when i Finnish i will join you" The dogs chased the mat down and tore into the raw flesh with abandon tearing of chunks. A few that came to close got a bullet through the eye not hard close as they were. The others looked at him but did not otherwise react to the guns sound or punishment.

He was running out of meat quickly they did not have a lot of time "For god sake run" he yelled almost flinging her out the door as he climbed out of the roof and ran towards the dog a crow bar in his hand.
 
Cheyenne's eyes were wide when her father told her to run. She felt sure that the dogs would follow her if she got out of the car, and there was no telling what would happen to her, or, as her father told her again and pushed her out, what was going to happen to her father.

She ran, alright, she ran as fast as she could to get out of the area. She ran in the direction he'd come from, hoping there weren't more dogs in the town waiting for their next snack.

She went faster, glad that she'd worn her sneakers that day, instead of her flip-flops. She had been on the tract team for the last three years, so she knew she could beat the dogs behind her, but with all the fog, she had no clue what was in front of her.
 
It took him an hour to work his way to the post office climbing through an open window next to a tall tree. Inside he made his way to the roof most were flat bad for snow. "Better find my daughter" He began to search building by building for her. The power was out in each building a bad omen of things to come.

"Cheyenne" he called praying nothing else came to the sound of his voice. A school came up an old brick building with white trim. Breaking a window he arrived in the second floor. It looked pristine not a thing out of place did they simply not go to the last day of school.

"Cheyenne" he called making his way to the kitchen while checking each class room for her. He was getting worried maybe splitting up was not such a great idea. IT was a big town and could take hours to thoroughly search top to bottom.
 
Cheyenne ran fast in her attempt to get away from the dogs. When she couldn't hear them anymore, she slowed and looked around. It was eerie... Creepy there. She didn't want to be stuck there for any length of time. She wanted to be back home. Why had she allowed her father to talk her into going with him on this ski trip? She hated skiing, but had thought that maybe she could have a little vacation romance, maybe gotten in enough time reading in the lodge...

She ducked into the school, because that was something she knew best, schools, and put herself into what looked like a Kindergarten classroom. She could almost imagine the children around, playing, learning...

'Cheyenne!' she heard her father calling her name and she rushed toward the sound. "Daddy?!" She called out. "Are you okay?"
 
Holstering his gun her threw one arm over his daughter relieved to see her. Kissing her head he bent down to check for wounds. What ever was doing this could be viral and contagious for humans. "We better find a safe place for the night" She looked like a wreck, on the edge of tears. He stroked her hair for a while to calm her down, then quickly moved away.

The dogs were staying to the center of the street he wondered if they were the only humans left. What had happened no bodies, but all the cars were still parked in the street. "You thirst" he asked looking back at her how much she reminded him of his wife. He felt the gun weighing his down he was there only protection.

"We need to get food, coffee and a bed" his body ached running a few miles was nothing in college. He checked his gun only three bullets the rest in the feral dogs. Taking his daughters hand he slowly made his way to the cafeteria praying the food was still good. "Cheyenne if you need to tell me something just tug on my sleeve twice" They could not afford a lot of noise.
 
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