Anon in the woods

>December 20th 2019, after a few weeks of living in peace with jane while the situation at home normalized(the caliphate of canada invaded and was soon pushed back, jane, my trusty home built 6.5 G-3 derived rifle, and I guided the incursion along with my friend jameson, leading to the army building momentum off the destruction of an important rallypoint and the war passing us by) I suggested we head to california, as I had some bussiness to attend to, since the federal pre-emption of 2017, passed months after I left california meant that I could get it out without a stop at the border checkpoint. funny how california had border security on states of america, but practically welcomed mexican terrorists into the country with blowjobs and payment for the pleasure. I felt it was time I went back for Daisy.

>Jane and I set out to visit my parents in northern california, it wasn't too terribly long of a drive, just two-three days, we'd be picking up daisy at the house. my father and I had gotten her in late 2016, just before the laws changed, and I'd left the state about eight months later in search of a job as a machinist in montana, I thought back to my days with her before I left, we had a hell of a lot of fun shooting even in matches at the club in manteca, though waking up to get there before the match started was usually hell.
>we were half way into idaho when I looked over at Jane, and saw her looking out the window, not with her usual disposition, but with an awareness of nature around her. she had always been aware of nature around her, and had made me aware of it. But this... This was different. Gone was the aura of peace and enjoyment in the beauties of nature that she exhibited when we took a long walk in the snow covered forest around my house, which, in one direction, was twenty miles to town, and in the other, might be many more into wilderness. She seemed to be scanning the trees, like she was expecting something to strike out at her.
Are you okay, sweety? >I said as I reached out and grabbed her shoulder
>Ah-I'm fine.
>she was shuddered and drew in sharp breaths for a few seconds
"Jane, I know you aren't. was it the canyon?"
>"yeah. It just all happened so quick, the shots and then the next thing I know we're on top of the ridge and it starts hailing bullets"
"yeah. It's a bitch."
>"You've been around much longer than I have. does it ever go away?"
"Well, when I was a kid, there was a person in my life who'd snap at me. when he did, it was far more terrifying than anything in that canyon. occasionally I think about the times he snapped at me and forget where I am, what I'm doing and just stare in horror at the air before me."
>"jesus, did it ever stop?"
"the flashbacks usually don't happen. just when I'm idle and thinking about it already.