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
widow
horse
I am a horse of the castle's stables. I personally transport the king. My mane is large.
What are you doing here? 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.