Conquering Valhalla

Jolt

The sign in front of the high school was so weathered she could no longer make out the words. Pipevine had reached up to cover it further. There was a large cougar in mid-jump emblazoned on one side, looking as if it were trying to escape the vine’s stranglehold. She looked up into the cougar’s enraged eyes as she crept past. Whatever this place had been called before, no one would remember it now.