Re: The Heel-Toe Express
After a couple days furtive travel, Simon improved a little. More to the point, he became more comfortable. On the morning of the third night of travel, as they were settling down to wait out the day, Simon looked into the fire as he sipped some powdered cocoa from a Milrat pack.
"This reminds me of the last time I took a journey as long as this one. Things went pear-shaped then too, maybe worse. It's enough to make a man swear off travelling! Fred, you've heard this story even if you weren't there, so my apologies.
"It was about ten years ago when we left Boise that first time. It was just a few years after the war, times were even tougher than they are now. No one had food, too much radiation around.
"Someone or something people called the "Soul Taker" had been ravaging survivor colonies (communities). Four others and myself set out to hunt it. We assumed it was some kind of Syker, as it could possess people's minds and force them to do its bidding, with no memory after. The only clue someone was possessed was that their eyes glowed green.
"After weeks of travel, we found a wise woman by the name of "Granny Butterworth". She said the Soul Taker was really a demon, a servant of Satan unleashed on Earth named "Baphomet". She said that we could defeat it, but if I made the wrong decision one of us would die. And that if I lost my compassion, then my good deeds would turn to ashes.
Well, we found the demon hiding in a state park from before the war named, of all things, Hell's Canyon. It was a tough fight through some of the best-armed Walkin' Dead I've ever seen. And it wasn't over by the time we got to the north end of the canyon... Baphomet's power had grown, and instead of just one person it had taken over a dozen townsfolk from a nearby colony, men, women and children, and they attacked us. We tried not to kill them, but in the end it was self-defence and it was them or us.
"I can't forget one boy's face when he died under my sword... he almost looked thankful at being released from the demon's infesting his soul and mind. In the end we did lose one companion, as Granny Butterworth said. We were beating back the demon, but my companion was badly wounded. When I stopped to heal her she begged me to let her go, she was dead already, to strike the killing blow against the demon. I did, and Baphomet flew apart with just one hit from my sword, whereas I hadn't been able to touch him before. I guess her sacrifice gave me the power... but I cried, yeah, I did .
"At any rate, that was the end of the demon. Not a lot of people know that story... and now you do as well."