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So it didn’t take long to move the rubble enough to get through it, but turns out what I thought was the end of the storm was only the eye–meaning it was calm just long enough for me to leave cover, then it came back in full swing. I barely made it back into another building before it got really bad.
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I will miss the skin that covered my flank though. Despite the rest of my body appearing to rot, it had remained intact. My poor cutie mark–a single screw–I will never see it again. One side is sheared down to the bone. I–
I can see my pelvis where my muscle, skin and coat used to be. I’ve stopped wondering why it doesn't hurt or bleed. I am no longer an equine. I look like a monster out of the old horror flicks–I look like some of the old residents of Ponyville Hospital before I left. The kindest comparison to a monster I could make between myself and one of those horror movie monsters is a ghoul.
I am a ghoul.
It is better than zombie, right?
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Anyways, I’ve made my way out of the Appleoosan Desert. I finally found a road sign that pointed me in the direction of Manehatten. I think it will be at least a 2 day trip–not that I mind walking–but I wish I could be carried there on one of these discarded carts–that would require another pony to pull and I’m the only one around period.
Aside from the more zombie-esk ghouls, I haven’t seen a real pony since–since–since–
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Ponyville–no real ponies since Ponyville and I don’t even know if Gizmo and the group he was with are still alive.
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You know, sometimes I wish you could talk back to me. Our conversations are very one sided. Either I talk to you or you spout back events from the past even when I don’t want you to.
It should be more inclusive.
I’d say: Hi recorder.
And then you say: **higher tone** Hi Screwy, how are you today?
And I’d be all: Good, just walking along the road on the way to Manehatten. Alone in a very alien equestria.
Which you’d respond: **higher tone** You’re not alone, you have me. Now why are we going to Manehatten by hoof?
So I’d reply with: To get a pipbuck that may or may not even be there, so I can find out who took the info on the residents of Stable 1 to finally find out if my sister is alive. When at this point I really think it is more likely she isn’t and I should just give up and–and–
**through the sounds of crying, though there are no tears** You’d put your arms around me and hug me and tell me everything is ok, you’d say that we will find out if Shoeshine is safe–
Together.
But you are just a recorder, you can’t be the friend I need right now.
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I mean you're still my friend, but I need someone who can comfort me when I need it.
I need Shoeshine.
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