The early morning dawn had the hues of oranges and violets- caused by all the smog of the apocolypse that had happened in recent days. Selena looked out from her small town, temporarially and hap-hazardly set up for the survivors of the area. Throughout the land, these small communities could be seen, established over the ruins of the once mighty cities that now lay in rubble there. She sighed, mounting her compact dapple-grey stallion in one swift motion. Ever since the apocolypse, the survivors were forced to use rudimentry tools in their life- no phone towers, no cars or good strores of gasoline, and in some places, no electricity. People were reduced to relying on animals or foot to travel, and paper mail when messages were to be sent from town to town. Selena was elected in her town as the messenger, taking the mail to and from her town.
She placed her feet in the stirrups of the worn saddle, leaning back behind her to check that the mail bags were secured to the saddle before giving the horse a few gentle kicks, moving it into a comfortable gallop. She rode along the path, newly carved for travelling from town to town, and still a very dangerous road to travel. Debris lay on the edges, trees were known to fall into the path. A few miles down the road, Selena slowed her stallion to a walk before dismounting the horse, letting it have a rest. She ran her hand along his neck, giving him a firm pat. She led him by the reins, but for some reason, the horse jerked its head up, making a nervous whinny.
Selena looked back at the horse. "Oh, come on Rascal!" she replied, hoping the horse wasn't going to be too stubborn to continue. She pulled the horse's reins more firmly, using her weight in front of the horse to try and get the beast to move, but it didn't work. The horse was intent on not moving forward. Selena fell backwards when the staillion jerked his head once more. She expected to hit the ground, but in turn found herself at the bottom of a large pit that was somehow covered by the road. She hit the bottom of the pit full force with her back, groaning.
She looked up half-dazed, her grey horse looking down at her.
She placed her feet in the stirrups of the worn saddle, leaning back behind her to check that the mail bags were secured to the saddle before giving the horse a few gentle kicks, moving it into a comfortable gallop. She rode along the path, newly carved for travelling from town to town, and still a very dangerous road to travel. Debris lay on the edges, trees were known to fall into the path. A few miles down the road, Selena slowed her stallion to a walk before dismounting the horse, letting it have a rest. She ran her hand along his neck, giving him a firm pat. She led him by the reins, but for some reason, the horse jerked its head up, making a nervous whinny.
Selena looked back at the horse. "Oh, come on Rascal!" she replied, hoping the horse wasn't going to be too stubborn to continue. She pulled the horse's reins more firmly, using her weight in front of the horse to try and get the beast to move, but it didn't work. The horse was intent on not moving forward. Selena fell backwards when the staillion jerked his head once more. She expected to hit the ground, but in turn found herself at the bottom of a large pit that was somehow covered by the road. She hit the bottom of the pit full force with her back, groaning.
She looked up half-dazed, her grey horse looking down at her.