Dead Falls

Down the Beaten Road

'I hate the silence. It unnerves me, giving me the same fears of when I was nothing but a child. All those days with my parent's, my sister... We even had a dog then, Clover. He was a sweet lab, always there for me in the quiet night when I believed monsters would be coming for me and my sister. I wasn't wrong about that...'

The boy's eyes focused in the dark room, refusing to move even a inch. The mattress he laid on was dressed with old sheets and blankets that were all he had to keep warm. He listened closely for any creaks, groans, or any other sounds that would signal the dire need to leave this old house. The known fact of the locks and boarded up entryways gave some comfort, but even then it was best not to move. When the time felt right, the young man finally sat up from his makeshift bed. Putting on his red plaid, long sleeve shirt over his white t-shirt, and put on his shoes. Before grabbing his backpack he put his favorite hat on his head. Now content, he grabbed his pack of what materials he had, and crept out through the temporary home as silently as possible. None of them could have gotten in, but it didn't hurt to be cautious. It never did. Walking through the back yard of the home he used for the past day and night, knowing the roads were too dangerous, he made his silent trek to find his destination. He didn't look back. He didn't want to, all because Dipper knew it was one of the many things to kill you faster than the silence ever could.

"There's a gas station up ahead... May still have some supplies in there if I'm lucky." Dipper murmured to himself, looking into the distance.
If Lady Luck was feeling like being good enough to him, he'd find some kind of food items, bottled water, and none of the monsters looking for him. Approaching the abandoned station gave him the chills, he waited with baited breath to spot something unusual, or dangerous that he would need to flee from. Opening the busted glass door quietly he entered the building. Walking quietly through the isles, finding no one hiding in between them. Finally he took to grabbing food items off the shelves, water bottles, and even found a few small first aid kits that contained bandages, disinfectant wipes, and gauze. Dipper had filled his pack with many necessities after a few minutes of filling his pack when he felt he had built enough supplies for the time being. He grabbed a pastry snack or two to go ahead and eat when he heard it. A small, low groan in the backroom of the building. Grabbing two more pastries off the shelf, Dipper turned on his heel and hurried out of the convince store. Hours later found him down the old abandoned highways, his breakfast consumed and wrappers abandoned. He'd put the wrappers away into his pocket or his pack, but the whole point of it was pretty much lost at this point. Long treks like this on the road were, needless to say dangerous. Dipper knew the hazards well enough from his time alone, and it wasn't just the creatures infesting the  world as far as it was currently known. Packs of survivors who were mad, gangs of those still alive out to kill and or loot anyone they come across, the world around you, and even yourself. Thankfully, he still had a level head on his shoulders, common sense, and knew how to shelter himself. The young man indeed would admit that he was quite defenseless. Stopping for a moment, Dipper pulled out a map from his pocket. A red outline highlighted a particular road, and a large red circle over a certain area. A place named Gravity Falls.

"Still quite a way to go... Hopefully I can make it there alive."  He said to himself, putting it away.
"Don't worry Mable, I'll be there soon. Just wait there with mom, dad, and our great uncles for me."