DAY 14
Well. This is my new life, my forcefully turned over leaf, my new oyster, my new fish tank, my new whatever you want to call it.
It has been a total of two weeks since I woke up here and let me begin by saying, it could be a whole lot worse than it is right now. I mean, I could be dead!
Let’s not think about that one, huh?
It had been the same thing every single day. Gather wood for the fire that I started somehow, collect water from a stream I found nearby, and find food. Speaking of which, there isn’t that much meat around here. I‘d been living off of plants and fruits from said plants. At least, the ones that looked like they could be eaten, which isn’t too much, considering that only about half of the plants I see are edible, and half of many of the edible plants are filling enough to be worth it, and then half of that again are renewable. It's a miracle I haven’t gotten sick from randomly eating this shit. Well, the more you know.
Another thing that makes surviving that much harder, is the fact that every once in awhile, I get into trouble with these wolf looking things. I call them things, because they're made out of wood. Yes reader, you read that right. Freaking... WOLVES MADE OUT OF WOOD!!!. They also have a soft green glow in there chest area, which I assume is their heart or something, ‘cause I doubt those things have a real heart.
The green glow, despite being creepy as balls, has an upside. It helps me spot them if they're close by.
The first time I spotted one, well, let's say that I lost my shit. Like, you have NO idea how long I was muttering “Seriously?” after my first brief encounter with wolf kind. I did hide before it spotted me, which is a blessing, because I bet a million dollars that the moment one spots me, it will not hesitate to tear me to pieces.
Now, where was I? Man, I keep going off on tangents, don’t I? I need to get that talking under control. There it goes again. And again! And again. And again! And again.
Anyway back on track. Right now I'm in the old castle I've come to call my home for the past 2 weeks, getting ready to go on a run to see if I can get anymore food, or better yet some kind of civilization to get some help me figure out where I'm at exactly. Because with these WoodWolves out here, it's pretty clear I'm not in Kansas anymore, Toto. Took me a while to accept it, but the wooden guys really helped to solve the riddle of “Am I on Earth Anymore??? Goly gosh, I wonder?”
Right now I'm getting my gear ready to go. I Grab my revolver, unload it, clean it, load it with speedloaders, and put it in the back of my pants, wearing my belt so tight I can do that. I Grab my pick and clip it to my belt, take my switch-blade knife, (which I should mention is a switch blade), put that in my pocket, grab my backpack, which has the rest of my bullets, already in their speedloaders, should I need them, walk over to the wall to grab my hunting rifle, the same rifle I mentioned in my previous journal entry and throw it over my shoulder so it could clip to my pack. The hunting rifle has seven bullets so just like my sidearm, so I’ll have to conserve ammo, by making sure that I'm not shooting unless it's an emergency.
I had everything I needed, so I start my walk to the doors, only to stop at what was left of a window.
The window was almost completely destroyed™, with the exception of the lower half. I took a moment to admire just how much damage this place had taken, and just how beautiful it all looked. Then, I went to work on my face, cleaning up any cuts of bruises I had.
My blue eyes were completely fine. No cloudiness to them, and the pupils weren’t abnormally huge. Good, no eye infections There were bags from tiredness, but that was all that was wrong with them. My skin had been tanned quite a bit from my brief stay in the wild, and I had a cut on my cheek that was neatly scabbing over. My blonde, short-ish hair was a bit dirty and dry, but nothing too major. My black shirt was even blacker from all the grime on it, and my jeans were a greyish, brownish colo(u)r from all the muck. I don my grey jacket, usually for the night, to keep the cold out. It was particularly chilly today.
Not needing anything else, I continue walking to the stairs.
Remember the wall I mentioned where the stairs used to be? Well, I found some vines growing off of some trees ( Gee, I wonder where else.) so I can scale the wall much easier than I could before.
I slid down vines and went out the door.
What I fail to notice, were the white ponies in golden armour watching me from the roof.
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Out here in this forest, there aren’t too many traces of civilisation, but I've been lucky enough to find an old dirt path. If it leads to some kind of town, or city, or something, that’d be good. If not… well, I guess I have to take that chance.
After all, I don’t have much to lose.
But for today, I'm going to check on something else. For the past few nights, I’ve noticed a soft pink glow way in the distance, so I figured, if there are lights, there is civilization.
I've been walking down the path , undisturbed, for 15 minutes, when suddenly, I hear leafs being disturbed behind me.
There's no wind here, I would’ve felt it. I think to myself.
I watch the area where the sound came from for a few moments, but when nothing happens, I turn and continue walking, my gun in my hands.
I continue walking, listening very carefully behind me.
Movement… Movement. Movement! Movement! MOOOVEMENT! IT’S RAPIDLY APPROACHI-
“ROOAAR” Is heard about two feet behind me.
With some quick thinking, I jump to side, doing a roll in the process, and heard hearing something land in the a stop where I was just standing. I look up.
"Damn wolves!"
There was a WoodWolf not even five feet away from me.
Using all my skills, I draw my gun, take aim, and fire. The bullet hits its target, but , unluckily, it doesn’t kill it. much to my disappointment. I go to take a second shot, but before I could get my breathing and aim to align, the wolf tackles me to the ground, snapping its jaws at me.. The landing isn’t as smooth as it could have been, what, with me landing on a rock. It still hurt like a son of a bitch.
That makes sense, though, since a dog is a son of a female dog. Who else would the dog come from?
Me making über funny jokes allows the beast to quickly get on top of me. I manage to get a foot on its neck and push back, before it can get to close enough to bite me. My gun, much to my dismay, landed to the right of me, just out of my reach.
Let me tell you, this is one strong motherfucker. I barely manage to push the wolf off of me, and grab my gun, for this reason.
Wasting no time at all, I get to my feet, only to be pushed up against a tree from the wolf lunging at me again. This time however, I manage to keep the gun in my hands.
Using all of my muscle, I slam the gun onto the wolf's snout as hard as I can. It whimpers, but doesn't back down. I hit it few more times, but it's not doing anything besides making it more and more mad. I soon begin to feel weak and the wolf starts to close in on my neck.
All of a sudden, Deus Ex beam a bright beam of light purple hits it in the back of the head. The beast turns to the source of the beam, so I...
Aim my gun
Pull the hammer
Slow my breathing
And fire.
One being leaves the battlefield of life at that moment. And I am victorious over it.
I put my hands on my knees to catch my breath. I am interrupted, however, by voices, about yay distance away.
"Twilight, what is that thing?" A young boy’s voice asks.
"Shhhh, Spike, let me handle it." A girly voice says, apparently named “Twilight.” Weird name.
"Are you sure, that thing co-" The boy, Spike replies.
"Yes I'm sure." Twilight cuts him off, huffily.
I look up to the source of the voices, and my jaw hits the floor. In front of me are things that make me question my sanity.
There is a purple horse, probably a pony, with a violet mane, a pink stripe running through it. The tail is the same, dark violet as the mane. The probably-pony has purple eyes, and a horn, same shade of purple as the coat. It also has a picture on it’s purply probably-pony pudgy posterior, patterned perfectly with stars. The picture is made up of… Erugh, even more purple. The ears are purple, the legs are purple, everything is purple. So, so, so much purple. And it’s tiny, about 3-4 feet. Tiny, for a horse, or even a pony.
It looks like something designed for a child, how small it is, and how purple it is. A small, little, tiny, itty, bitty, baby, pony. Little pony, yom yom yom. I will eat you, you and your cuteness.
Moving on...
There is also a... Lizard... Thing on the pony’s back, about 2 feet high. Tiiiny. The lizard guy is purple, with green spikes, and a brown belly, kind of looking like a bipedal Stegosaurus.
The purple one talks. "Hello there, can you understand me?" I pick up on her voice. This one is Twilight. Talking horse. Who woulda thunkenated it?
"Yeah..." is my uncertain reply. Talking horses. Who woulda thunkenated that they are so hard to talk to?
"It can understand me and speak Equestrian!" I catch her thinking aloud. Equestrian. The sport? How does one speak a sport?
"Great! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Twilight Sparkle."
No… I would never have guessed. It’s not like the lizard said it a billion times, or anything.