Jul 02, 2007 23:08
The town of Filmore has a McDonald's, a Walmart, a tractor repair shop, two schools (elementary and high school), three churches (Evangelical, Baptist, Methodist) and six bars (one karaoke, one a dance bar).
Bridgette said the bad men came from the western road. She pointed it out on the map. Highway 98. There are farm-houses, gravel roads leading up to them, all around. What little hasn't been eaten is growing. Canola, flax, small farms because you don't get huge farms in Wyoming, it's not the country for it. You could stop at the farms, take in the area, get a rest and grab your bearings.
The farms disappear the closer you get to Filmore - trees have sprouted, first in copses, then in small forests. Just when the picturesque scenery begins it stops again.
'Welcome to Filmore - The Friendliest Town in America!' That's the sign, but it not what one notices. It's the smell. On the outskirts of town - not too far from the Walmart - someone was dug a mass grave recently. Bodies are inside. Nobody got around to filling it up. The animals have been at them.
There should be vans and trailers near that sign. Bridgette was meticulous about describing it all once you got her going. The sign, the trees, the Walmart. She's said nothing about what happened inside the trailer. Just that the men were bad, but one was good and he helped her and her sisters escape - except for Ariel, who said she'd come find them.
Ariel isn't here. The bad men aren't here. They're gone. You can listen all you like but no movement from town, cough of motor or human voice.