C130 rollin down the strip?

The Freeze. That's what I had decided to call it. (Such a poet aren't I?). We were 98 days after the freeze now. Once I had thought that the winter would end but now I am not so sure. We were almost a hundred days since the Aurora and the weather has only gotten colder. Almost like the sun has been dying out. Freezing itself like the dying ice cube that was the earth.

In Truth I don't know why I am even writing this to you now; great reader of the future. Perhaps I am acting in defiance of Entropy, and energy decay. In some kind of hope that my last days will at least be entertaining to whatever asshole gods turned the thermostat down.

I guess Alan Kay said it best. 'We often think of survivalists as men fighting against nature, this is silly, for the man who fights against nature will die' or however the quote goes. I can't exactly whip out the old trusty smartphone and lookup my quotes for accuracy. I haven't died yet.

It's always...you.

For eternity we've been playing this game, never even realizing It, always coming so close together, but then splitting apart to reincarnate and try again in the next life, doomed never to be together.

Sometimes it was due to circumstances...like when I, the princess of Arabia, felt so important in the arms of a dashing crusader knight, only to weep at your lifeless body there on a cross you never did betray me, you were always so strong.

Or our own conditions...like when you were stricken with cancer, and died in my arms after you gave birth, having chosen the child's life over your own. You were always so noble.

Even if we don't find each other as wannabe lovers we find each other some way, like in geopolitics as two rival spies, dying in the heat of the battle that should have ignited that spark. You were always so competitive.

In the end, I always hope to see the light at the end of the tunnel, as the light fades from my eyes. Yet it's always the light of a doctor, as I start anew, somewhere on this earth, wandering until my path crosses yours, and we do it all again.

I've a few of these I did up in my "hurry up and wait" time during OSUT

Sincerely

She cursed the rain, why couldn't the clouds have waited just a few minutes before throwing down their cold wrath onto the innocent earth. She could hardly see 10 feet in front of her. The car crawled forward agonizingly slow, seemingly timid, and scared of the golf ball sized droplets of frigid rain that bombarded everything below it.

She missed her turn and kept going down the road. She realized that she was lost when she glanced at the clock and saw that she was over an hour into a 20 minute drive. She pulled to the side of the road and shut the car off, staring at her phone as the battery indicator blinked red. She tried to open up her GPS, but she had no bars. The clouds up above were too thick.

She had kept the music up, along with the air conditioning, this storm had come from nowhere and she was not appropriately dressed. One moment it was bright and sunny, with ominous clouds brewing just beyond the mountains, the next trees were falling amidst the crashing rain.

Now she shivered. Almost selfishly she went to turn the key in the ignition, just to get warm, but to her horror her car stalled. The engine sputtered and died, refusing to turn over fast enough to roar to life.

"Son of a Bitch! You have got to be fucking kidding me, of course! Now of all times!"

She turned the key again, but this time she was greeted with a humble click, not even the sputtering of an engine trying to start.

Rachel slammed her hand against the steering wheel. Seething in anger she jerked the key hard in the keyway, seemingly believing that if she turned the key harder it would make the engine start. Alas, it did not.

She pondered her odds as she stared out of the fogging window. The nearest gas station was miles behind her, she couldn't go back there, she couldn't call for help, she had no service out here in the sticks, even if she had cell service her phone was dead.

She rubbed her face, flinging the door open, she figured her best bet was to backtrack and try to get home.

As she reached the back end of the truck she froze, breathing a sigh of relief. Through the fog and rain she could see light. Light meant electricity, electricity meant people.

She jogged down the road, trudging toward the cabin. The fleeting thought crossed her mind of evil creeping denizens, but she pushed the thought out of her mind, she had her pepper spray after all.

Besides, what scum of the earth had such a cozy cabin? Well tended wildflower beds, quaint picket fence guarding roses, oiled log porch and hand carved rocking chair.

She rapped sharply on the door, pounding above the pouring rain on a metal roof.

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