more rain fall, each night passes like a steam train through a twisting tunnel, destination tomorrow, the dog and i passengers to oblivion, we have no plan, no map, no stars to guide us, no words of advice, our instruments have burnt out, the books are gibberish.
the unborn souls watch our journey, they pray for our safe return, they gaze with watery stares and their emotions bring days and nights of endless rain.
the twisted wrecks, the dark shadow cities, the savage car shells, the stink of burning flesh, the scavenger hordes, the brutal communities of feral renegades, the strange community of violence, hate and revenge, every one carries weapons, and in that final moment when they take your life they wear the idiot grin of the savage.
we shuns along, we sway from side to side, the gentle motion sends us into the twilight, dream worlds emerge, soft out of focus symbols almost half form but dissipate with the intermittent lightning strike that makes you wake in fright, fear and horror.
the journey continues, you take a deep breath, the dog looks at you with those old knowing eyes, you smile, your hand reaches out and strokes his chin, knowing you have no weapon, you have no fear, your resources are invisible and lay within, deep down. they have never failed you, they have navigated you through all things, they have brought you to the heart of darkness and will carry you into the light.