This is the only town left in the whole wasteland. The sheriffs building stands at a distance. A bar in the middle of the town. sad townsman just walking by giving up all their hope
Town in the desert, Wasteland
horse
widow
My husband died. He is no longer alive, so I am a wife with a dead husband. A widow.
My Lord, a talking horse. My grief must have driven me insane. Horses do talk.  You must have a special gift to understand me. No. Everyone's dead. My husband's dead. I must be either crazy or dead. I don't know which. I'd rather be dead, then I could be with my husband. Are you losing your mind? I am not dead and you aren't either. I must be losing my mind. A horse is talking to me. If only my husband were alive... He is dead and we are living.  Let it go. Live for a cup of coffee in the morning. I live for my king. You must have never loved. You can't have loved. You're just a horse. A horse that talks, proof that my grief has broken me. I love my master. I love life. Who is your master? He is the King. There's no king. Look. There's only the sheriff's office, a bar, and a church. Everything else is gone. No music from the bar, no criminals for the sheriff to catch, and no God to worship at the church. You need to rest a spell.  You are in a lot of stress.