<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Calibri"><div style="text-align: center"><div style="visibility: visible; border-top: 5px solid #7E52A0; border-bottom: 5px solid #D295BF; border-left: 5px #252525; border-right: 5px #252525; border-radius: 100%; height: 120px; max-width: 120px; margin: auto;"><div style=" /*IMAGE*/ border-radius: 100%; height: 110px; max-width: 110px; margin: auto; background-size: cover; background-position: center; background-image: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/1d74de33cd90993ec70b40509d2eef76/c990477b0108ebee-fa/s540x810/518b3d8f4025a232ba1443e61eb60e5833812da3.gif); font-size: 0px;">image</div></div><div style=" font-size: 20px; font-weight: lighter; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px;">Harper</div></div></span>​</div><span style="font-family:Calibri">Too many detours, there were too many detours that she had to take that seemed like it was taking her farther and farther away from her destination. If the road wasn't blocked by vehicles then it was blocked by the walking dead and there were a few moments where she had run-ins with people that weren't quite dead. It was awkward, almost like both parties were deer caught in headlights. There was no violence but there was a silent understanding that they both existed and wanted to continue to exist just in their own separate directions. Thankfully. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">The pistol she had taken from her parent's home was in the passenger seat and there had been a few times she had grabbed it for comfort and to show that she wasn't defenseless. Granted she didn't know how to aim and shoot properly to save her life. She was better with tools both literally and figuratively.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">The first night she spent in her car, pulling off the road as far as she could so that she wouldn't draw attention to herself. Looking up at the stars through her windshield as she listened to the familiar sounds of the wild around her. A little one hitter pipe being pulled out of her fanny pack a long with a grinder. She didn't do it all the time, just when she was stressed and this trip was proving to be really really stressful. One hit was all it took to calm her nerves before she was reclining in the driver's seat of her little Mirage and falling asleep to be awoken by birds the next morning.</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Calibri"><i>Porter Road</i></span>​</div><span style="font-family:Calibri"> <br/>
It was the road that she discovered would be able to take her a good ways toward her destination, if she had read her map right, and she hoped that it would be clear of traffic for the most part since it seemed to be a rather oddball road. She had never been on it before though so she wasn't sure. For all she knew she would have to take another five thousand detours before she made it to the farm. If she even made it to the farm at this point.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">Many miles went without any hiccups until something finally happened. She didn't know how she saw him laying in the middle of the road and she didn't know how she didn't hit him. The car swerving suddenly to avoid running the man over and skidding to a stop as Harper gripped the steering wheel hard enough to turn her knuckles white. Glancing in the rear view mirror she stared for a long time, looking for any signs of life until she could finally see that tall tale sign of his chest moving so he was getting air. He was alive.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">Then why the hell was he just lying in the middle of the road!?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">She slammed the car into reverse, backing up until she was next to him on the road. The window rolling down. "Hey, man." Nothing. Pause. "Hey! You alright?" Oh this was bad, nothing good was going to come from it surely but there was a nagging in the back of her head that she couldn't just leave him here. He didn't look to be physically hurt and if she drove away he would be as good as dead. Why was it her problem? She didn't know but she wasn't the kind of person that could leave someone to die like that.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">She cussed under her breath as she slammed the car into park. Unclicking her seat belt and shoving the door open to get out. She left it open just in case she had to get back to it fast, in case this was some sort of trap but she didn't see the usual signs of it being a trap. He wasn't crying for help like most people did, he was just… there. She poked him with her foot at first and waited, looking for some kind of reaction or a flinch but there was nothing. "Psst. Dude."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">Harper carefully knelt next to him, two fingers pressing against his neck in an effort to find a pulse. They did, it was there but it was weaker than she pictured that it should be. She didn't know much about first aid, or anything really beyond using mild soap to clean a wound and putting some of that cream stuff on it before a bandage. The back of her hand felt his forehead and he felt… normal. He looked normal, maybe a little skinny but that seemed to be everyone she met these days. With the little food and water they had it was hard not to look near death.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">Looking to her car and back to the man she thought, sighed, then thought some more. "Fuck." She mumbled to herself as she stood up and walked to her car, opening the door to the back seat so that she could clear a lot of the junk away that she had thrown back there before she walked back to the guy. Slipping her hands under his shoulders and lifting carefully. He was heavier than he looked and it was when she lifted that his eyes opened briefly. She panicked, dropping him to the ground resulting in an escaped groan from him and a cuss from her.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">"Shit, I am so sorry." She said quickly but his eyes had already closed again and she was left alone, figuratively, once more. "I'm going to try that again." She did as she had said she was going to do, slipping her hands underneath of his shoulders once more and curling them into his armpits before she pulled him towards the backseat of her car. She had parked fairly close to him, that was her only saving grace, but the rest of the attempt to get him into the backseat was… well… ungraceful to say the least.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">Maybe it was a good thing he was knocked out or he would have heard so many words coming from her mouth that a sailor would have blushed. Her father, on the other hand, would have been proud.</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Calibri"><i>Forty-five minutes later.</i></span>​</div><span style="font-family:Calibri"> <br/>
She held a small bottle of water as she leaned awkwardly over the front seat and into the back. The man was propped up on some clothes she had thrown into the back seat for a makeshift pillow. The bottle of water was pressed against his lips and she let some of the lukewarm liquid hit his lips just to see if it would rouse him awake. She hadn't moved from the spot she was parked in but all of the doors were shut and the car was running with the ac on to see if that would help bring him around. </span><br/><div style="
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