Out to Pasture

Out to Pasture: Prologue

"(Y/n) has been Employee of the Month, two months in a row!"

"Yeah, maybe it's true. I put more hours into my work than I do in anything else in my life. I live in the big city. It's all noise and filth here, nothing too special. What's truly special is the technology, and the cities ability to come alive. And to work yourself up the corporation chain, and see yourself become a big shot. Money, power, and infinite glory. That's the dream, anyway. I shall continue to work and work and make a name for myself in this city of hopes and dreams. Anyways, I'll continue to write more later." -(Y/n) notebook.

(Y/n) has always been a writer, a good one at that. But never has experienced the glory of seeing the world for what it truly is to its core. Always blinded by the giant magnet of the city, cold, heartless as it is. It sucks you down, and throws you up like a piece of ham that was cooked a little too long on Thanksgiving Night. Though, the city was quite irresistible, and full of supposed opportunities and dreams.

On the other side of the county line lays a countryside. Things are mellow, quiet, and peaceful. Not a lot of action goes on in these parts, not since the highway was moved to the city for convience, and all the small rural farmtowns were left in the dust, only being supported by farmers, some legitimate eggmen and horse praisers, and others who make a quick buck an illegitimate way, to keep up with the times and expenses of the coming future, and some with straight up drug addictions to take care of, some started partaking in the drug trade, others in delicate matters like smuggling items across State Borders, where there were often checkpoints that were rather strict and invasive, due to the increased security ever since NFT's caused a chain of events that led to another American Civil War, states were more like individual smaller nations. Some Farmers took it upon themselves to start their own kingdoms, and villages, and others hid in the hills, and keep to themselves. Among the farmers in a secluded area along the old highway near the State Boarder was a cowboy, this hunk of hot meat, Rancher Ryan Reynolds, he happened to be the Sheriff of this small town in the middle of nowhere. Population: 79. This isn't the safest area in the country. As Bandits, Outlaws, spew across the land robbing people, stealing cattle and burgularizing homesteads, it wasn't an ideal spot to end up in if you don't know the territory. Ryan Reynolds grew up in these hills though, and he was well known and not messed with, as he was quite stunning, charming but besides all of that, he was shredded, like, hot damn, but I digress, Ryan was a special fellow, he could whip cattle, tie cattle, he could do tricks with his gun, and he can even build a barn with the wood, a couple of nails and three rubberbands.

(Y/n) wasn't expecting to be offered the opportunity to go to the next state over for a business conference that was a big break in the current career path, and a big promotion of corporate manager, and a salary increase to $134,000 a year is a great deal if this conference goes well, and best be on your best behavior, however one slight issue with the matter is the fact that all flights are canceled due to a pilot who was high on lean, destroyed a control tower that shut down the main airport. (He is okay, he just really loves destroying things because he quirky)

(Y/n) has to drive, and about 3 hours in, just as she was driving through the farmland country, her car breaks down..what happens next will shock you (Not Clickbait)