

While the sun rose above the barren wasteland of the unknown tundra that is this God forsaken trail. I awoke from my sleep to the aroma of black coffee being poured into a metal cup. Slowly, I open my eyes to discover Alla pouring coffee for the Preacher. I slowly get up and stretch my back. Getting to my feet, I look around and see the sky is a crisp blue and the sun is giving off a vast amount of warmth. “Morning Alan,” Alla said to me with a smile. “God bless you.” The Preacher said. “Morning everyone,” I respond with. “You want some coffee?” The Preacher asked. “Yes, with whatever food is left.” “Bacon it is,” Alla responds with a smile. I sit down and am handing a cup of coffee and a plate of crisp bacon from Alla. She gives me a smile that a wife would give a husband. But, I don’t show any emotion as I’m already spoken for. I can never leave the past die, I have to keep it alive by any means necessary. The moment I forget is the moment they all fade away and I can never allow myself to forget them. If I do for a split second I will have no choice but to end it all. That’s what I promised them, that’s the promise that I will live with until the end of time. May the bastard God pay for what had happened within that month’s time. If I were a soldier in the army of the light I would end everything by giving my life to seek vengeance. I have no issue with taking someone’s life if it means I’m one step closer to finding the meaning of life. I sip my coffee and eat some of the bacon. As the grease soaked meat fills my stomach and the black coffee fills my mouth with a sense of existing. I for one will no longer allow myself to love anyone or anything more then what I have for breakfast. Usually, one meal a day is all I need to sustain my existence. As I finish my meal, standing up, and making my way into the Godless opening of the land that has taken more lives than the Devil himself. Here I was standing before the gates, looking through at all the possibilities. Not knowing exactly what I’d find, but knowing that I’d find something great. “Get ready everyone, we’re pulling out,” I said with a voice that would command an army. Within a matter of ten minutes, everything was packed and we were ready to go. I climbed up the wagon and took the reigns of the two horses who spent most of their time resting and plucking the grass. As the Preacher rode alone and Alla decided it would be best for whatever reason to join me up front. I placed a barrier between us, I didn’t want to make Amy jealous at the fact someone else was taking her place. These thoughts filled my mind as I felt like a lost soul wandering around the fields of death. This is something that I always had felt, everyone was always testing me and that’s when the world around me needed to be muted. “You don’t mind do you?” Alla asked. “Why would I ever care?” I responded with. She exchanged a grin with me and soon we were on our way towards the unknown frontier that was our latest destination. The sun rose high over the top of us and so as we traveled across the supposed great frontier we soon went for hours without seeing a single soul and soon the large wooden poled fence that surrounded the large town surrounded by nothingness. was the only island of hope within the sea that was this prairie. It went by the name of Whitman Mission. As we pulled through the open gates of the mission that worked for the supposed Lord, we traveled at a slow pace waiting to see if we could gather the much-needed funds to purchase what we needed in the hopes of sending Alla along her way. So that she could be reunited with her family. But God only knows just when or even if this will take place.