Main Street consisted of mostly retail spaces.  City Hall and the sheriff’s office were near the center of town, and there was the library at one end.  The rest of Main Street had been restaurants, a coffee shop, bakery, florist, three bars, a bookstore, a mom and pop grocery, department store, hardware store, a music shop that sold both records and instruments, a feed store, a used car dealership, two gas stations (one on either end of town), and several empty buildings.

On the blocks off Main Street, there had mostly been homes on quarter to half-acre lots with old oak trees and green lawns.  Old homes built in the early 1900s when the town was growing.  Some had been replaced over the years, but many were craftsmen homes, built to last.   Mixed in were a couple of small parks, schools, and assorted businesses like the convenience store they’d already looted.

Allistor noticed for the first time that few of the trees had been damaged.  It was as if the titan had been programmed to target man-made structures and leave the natural features intact.

He passed behind the former car dealership on his way home.  Most of the vehicles on the lot had been crushed or flipped over.  But a couple pickups and an old Mustang looked intact.  More importantly, he spotted a flatbed trailer on the back lot.  With two axles and a ramp that folded off the back, the thing was capable of carrying the weight of a car.   Allistor thought about all the heavy objects he wanted to retrieve – the grill, some beds, or at least mattresses, maybe a couple of chest freezers.  The trailer would allow him to make one trip.

Testing his strength, he lifted the hitch on the front end and tried to pull the trailer forward.  It resisted initially, then slowly began to move.  Once he got it going, it wasn’t much of an effort to pull it behind him.  Of course, things would be different with more weight on it.  And it was awkward walking backward.  Especially when he needed to keep an eye out for mobs.

What he needed was a harness of some kind.

Poking around in the rubble of the dealership, he found a pile of old tire chains.  And a set of jumper cables.  He also found a metal box full of car keys with numbered tags.  He set that aside where he could find it again, planning to spend some time finding the keys for the working vehicles. He would have preferred to use one of the trucks to pull the trailer, but until they knew more about the monsters roaming the town, he didn’t want the sound of an engine attracting attention.

Taking the chains with him back to the trailer, he took about ten minutes to improvise a sort of harness by hooking them to the frame of the trailer and creating two loops.  He could slide his arms through those loops and hitch them over his shoulders.  In this manner, he could pull the thing walking forward, even lean into it to decrease the strain on his back.