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**constant trotting**
Hi, long time no chat.
**sigh**
That was awkward. I’m just trying to fill the silence. I’ve been experiencing a lot of it since regaining my sanity–mostly–and leaving Ponyville Hospital–wait, in light that native recording the other day, was if still called that? I never thought to check when I left. Wasn’t nor will ever be a priority.
Even though I said I should get going at the end of my last log, I stayed behind to–to give Him and the dead doctor a proper burial.
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Were you a pony and could reciprocate this friendship, you’d probably question the jester. Why bury the pony who violated me–**gag**several times–and tried to do it again before I–I killed him?
My answer is simply. He may have been the scummiest of scum bags, but he was still a pony–or was one at one point–and he deserves to at least be laid to rest.
The Doctor–Dr. Spinal Tap–according to his office door–I buried him because it don’t feel right to bury one and not the other.
It took me a couple of days to find something sturdy enough to dig the graves, and another to find soft ground not covered in cobblestone.
I–
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I also looted the hospital. I feel bad about stealing from one of the ministries–From what I’ve heard they were equestria's government. No pony had a better use for them now that Equestria is gone. Why not take them? I’m no thief, but I might need them if Canterlot truely is a deathtrap.
I’d also like to note that the pink cloud–Littlehorn agent–seems to no longer affect me. I’m not coughing while trying to breath it. I can also swear it is seeping out of my cracked skin–though as the vail thickens as I ascend to Canterlot I really can’t be sure.
If I end up a resurrector, I may just chop off my own head. Not being able to die would be horrible. Beheading appears to be the only way to kill them.
I really hope I don’t have to kill anypony else.
**trotting stops**
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Whoa–
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Canterlot is as deserted as Ponyville.
**inequine wail too close for comfort**
BWAARK! Or not. Resurrector!
**ung**swoosh**wet crunch**thud**thud**ptweh**
**more distant inequine wails**
This isn’t good.
**panicked galloping**
**more distant inequine wails**
**tink**wind whistle**thud**thud**thud**crack**crunch**
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**many many many inequine wails**
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