Where is Everybody? twenty three

June sixteenth. For God's sake, it would be nice if some equinn-- If somebody would turn up already. It has been three weeks and a day, yet it feels like it has been months. I had to check the calendar, read my previous entries (and count the last three days) to confirm that's how long it has been. I have been hoping somep-- somebody else would make their presence known, yet no one has. Damn.

Today, Anthony, Will and Sweet are going to the market to get some paper towels and cotton balls for Sweet's you-know-what. Frankly, I haven't been that upset that she tainted something of real importance to me, but she didn't outright tell me she was doing this. She--

They have been gone for several minutes now, and I don't think my mind will adjust to being in bed like this well.

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Another week nearing its end, and I almost forget it hasn't even been twenty eight days yet. Speaking of twenty eight days, There is a certain something that happens every twenty eight days that hasn't been happening like that. I mean, it's early. Not even the full length after everyone disappeared and started returning. Yet here it is. When I woke up, the day was young, and there was plenty of daylight ahead. I left the bottle where it was and didn't annoy any ponies with any shenanigans of mine.

Just before I left, s/he said: "Guard her with your life. It's real important they both come back safely." I'm not sure how I can assure anything, but I'll do what I can. I am increasingly more concerned than ever those people won't come back, or worse, they will, and they'll have reinforcements. I can't think about that, now.

Sherman is on the tube again, and I am not sure I have reason to think anyone will hear us. And if so, only those cavern dwellers will, and they won't do a damn thing. Going out is giving me- us something to occupy our minds with. It has been cool in the morning, but I feel it will increase in temperature. I'm not too concerned we will run into anything, only that the monotony will get us. I don't want to think what's become of that poor mare-- and I feel fairly certain she is one-- begging and pleading, and we have little to do with the info we are handed.

Monica was outside for once stoking the flames with a fallen tree branch. The smell of paper, rubber, and yard waste filled my sensitive nostrils.

I said hello, he glanced at me, then redirected his attention to the flames again. I came out to the cart and took three, four milk crates and took an empty roll. We would be looking for more like this, no doubt. I rolled it out to the curb and made sure it would still go, then came back in. Anthony was playing with a paddleball he found in a toy store that was in the mall. Said it would improve his hand eye coordination or something like that. That's just swell. Good luck trying that with your mouth.

Mine is now filled with saliva. I suggest you readers try twisting your long, spindle necks and bite on pencils in attempt to write on paper. I say it is something to challenge yourself with unless you have been doing it for a long time. It's now around Eight, and I feel inclined to focus on getting those tissue papers our good friend needs so much. I'll make it just fine, alright.

Now it's ten. It didn't take very long to see what she had needed. While there, I took a grindstone to sharpen it on. The hedges are overgrowing, and I think they need trimming. But I can't use hedge trimmers and won't ask someone else to give me a hand. There is a hatchet and a machete in the garage that will do a crude job for the thicker ones. I'll make a good impression and build their trust. I came out and hacked away and it quickly made my neck ache. Fortunately the handle was rubber rather than wood or PVC, as that wouldn't have done my teeth any good. Metal, even worse. The result wasn't quite straight. Everything I cut loose went into the fire.

I'm starting to like the others. I know this doesn't sound original, but I feel I owe it to them to take charge, fill the void that has been created in the last week. No one else will show up any time soon if ever. I asked Vinnie if she'd spend a moment alone with me, and she responded she'd love to if there's booze to ingest, provided it's not liquor. I backed out of it. I asked Anthony if he would come with me to look around and see if there were any lights where there shouldn't be, any smelly gasoline from generators burning, any smoke from controlled fires. He turned the offer down. I was disappointed, but not too much, because Val was here. He says he knows we are all getting bored here. There's not much to do, and the monotony is killing us.

"Think how that person where s/he is must be feeling. At least we aren't lonely."

He had a point. That's when I felt something on my shoulder. I looked to my right, and a hoof was on it. A jet black one moreover. Something about his touch was soothing. In a minute, I'll walk with him to the nearest creek. Floodwash. It's a nice day, and it will be a good scenery shift. And it would be just us two to talk about the wind. I'll return to this tomorrow when something interesting happens.

--Will

8:00 PM. I overheard several of the others talk about boredom. They should try being in bed for several days. I can walk just fine now, but I still feel lightheaded. I gave Sweet another look and ran a hoof over her hip where that mark of a seed and a ray of sun was. It was a fine design that matched the hair on her hip perfectly. It seemed her hair was growing in such a manner it appeared the ones on her hip had this illustration branded on it. What's more is, her skin had the same pattern on it. Same teardrop shape, same three lines at different angles, same sun like feature. I don't believe it. How does one tattoo over hair? And make it grow so the hair takes on the same design?

I got up and brought wood into the fireplace today. That's something. After that, I went looking in my neighbors garages, something I really hate having to do. I tried to stay out of their places as often as possible. I didn't like being in their vicinity. But I needed the gasoline. I know gasoline to be finite, and that it tends to be unstable. It won't last me forever. I could just barely carry it back, and when I did, I fell on the grassy lawn. I wonder if I should start eating that. I didn't like it when I tried it before, and I doubt I will now. The common weeds were another matter.

I'll be up tomorrow, and I will get my game on again. Back to searching. Alex Chance Torrez won't be disabled and fall into uselessness that easily.