You like certainty and the collection of buildings to your left has the certainty of some sort of civilization. There is a definite lack of fast-food bilboards and advertisements for cheap motels but then you're not approaching on a highway, villages in the middle of no where have no need to advertise to the mass population. The road is only dirt and heavily rutted with grooves from narrow wheels, shoed horses, and even the occaisional human foot print. There are no rubber tread prints though. You shrug, you're in the country, they're all wearing slick soled cowboy boots. Avoiding the larger mud puddles you approach town and realize somehting is very wrong.

Don't worry it's not zombies.

It's the lack of electricity. There are no overhead wires or power generators, and the stone well in the middle of this village gives you the impression there's no indoor plumbing. An outhouse set apart from one of the buildings confirms it; if you squint you can see a few more. Next you notice the women gathered at the well dressed in long skirts, aprons, and cloth head covers. The men are wearing pants, that are not jeans, along with tunics and floppy felt hats.

Amish settlement? you wonder. You've never seen one but it doesn't quite match the photos you've seen online. There's one way to find out. You stride towards the well, ready to clear your throat when something, or someone, grabs your attention. There is a small girl almost hiding beside one building jumping up and down and waving her arms. She's wearing a bright blue cloak that contrasts her bright purple hair quite well. The pants and blouse she's wearing are also different from the others, you'd expected an Amish child to be wearing a dress and bonnet.

Who do you want to talk to?

The tiny, over caffienated child.

That older man with the floppy hat next to all the other men wearing floppy hats.

The woman in the long skirt who's gossiping with all the other women wearing long skirts.