The rain was beating down on Dutch’s windshield so hard he could barely see. It certainly didn’t help that the car he was currently driving had the worst windshield wipers known to man. Still he couldn’t really complain since he was actually driving in a car instead of walking, which had been his realty only a couple days before. Finding this car had been a stroke of luck and he was trying not to take it for granted, but he couldn’t quite help his annoyed state. Dutch reached over and rubbed the top of Mowgli’s head. The Australian Shepard payed him no mind, too anxious about the storm going on outside her window. Sighing he focused back on the road as he played with radio dial, hoping to get some kind of signal until something caught his attention.
In the distance he noticed a faint light, so faint that at first he thought maybe he was just imaging it until he got a little closer and could tell for sure there was soft light coming from up ahead. He hadn’t expected to see a home on this old country road. Not any that were still standing anyways and certainly none that were still occupied. There had been a couple several miles back but they were practically in ruins, but from what little he could see of this one it didn’t look half bad. Dutch pulled his car over to the side of the road and let himself think about his options. He knew his best course of action was to keep going. Trusting people in their new world was nearly impossible. He’d learned that the hard way a few times. On the other hand though he was starving. He hadn’t eaten in two days and was running low on his water supply. Maybe this person would be willing to house him for the night or possibly spare a little food. Dutch knew it was a long shot and that he was risking his life with the decision he was about to make, but he was tired and if this person was going to kill him then he assumed it was his time to go.
After a few moments of hesitation, Dutch put his car back in drive and drove the rest of the distance to the farm house. His heart was pounding as hard as the rain on his window as he put the car in park and cut the engine. Reaching beside his chair he grabbed his gun, checking to make sure there was one in the chamber before placing it behind his back in the waistband of jeans, covering it with his shirt before he stepped out of the truck. Mowgli followed him out into the rain and wasted no time in running up the steps of the porch to get out of the downpour. He was more tentative though, taking in his surroundings as he made his way up to the house. “Here goes nothing, girl.” He said as he reached out and knocked carefully on the door.
