Well, that's appropriate, I thought. The two jets had to have seen me. I wasn't sure if they were going to follow me, or if they would ignore me. I don't know about you, but for obvious reasons I didn't want two A10s following me. Unfortunately, or fortunately, it didn't matter that much, the planes turned to follow me. So I continued flying.
So, there I was, a teenage guy turned pegasus mare followed by two A10 Warthogs above the Nevadan desert. I decided I'd best find a place to land, as I was getting tired, and the jets were a little unnerving. So, I flew downward, towards what looked like a town, a couple of miles away from me. I looked behind me to see that the jets had bugged off. As I got closer to the town I noticed there was only a couple buildings- a post office and some homes, all running adjacent to the highway. A sign on the Interstate 80 indicated the town was called Golconda.
I didn't want to stop in such a small town, so I just continued flying along the Interstate. It only took me five minutes to reach a larger town, the sign identifying it as Battle Mountain. This town had a somewhat decent size, what I'd guess to be around twenty thousand. What I decided was I needed to find a place with WiFi, so I could check up with the others. And a bathroom. Having not used the restroom today out of sheer avoidance, I definitely needed to do so. So, I focused on a random coffee shop, with a free WiFi sign.
For the reason that I didn't want too much attention, I landed on the flat roof of the building. I opened my laptop, and checked my email. I'd yet to receive a response. Thoughts ran through my head telling me I needed to find my team before all else, and it wasn't even my team. This gave me a startling thought.
Was I going to turn into her? Or what? I didn't want to suffer personality death, hay, if I'd been offered a choice between that, and ending it all immediately, I would have taken the latter. Why? Because I didn't want to die slowly and painfully. I'm also pretty sure that most would take the cowards way out, in that situation.
I just hoped that wasn't what was going to happen. But that wouldn't get me anywhere. I went back to searching for other ponies, however I had no luck. I relaxed a little bit and pulled a bottle of Coke from my bag. I put my hoof on the cap, attempting to remove it. But I realized quickly it was pointless. So, I took off and headed onward.
Still need to find a restroom, I reminded myself. Not wanting to do so at a coffee shop that I wasn't even willing to go into. I headed towards a rest stop about twenty miles away. Contrary to my day's fortune so far, I found the entire area empty which sort of surprised me. But, I didn't care, I went into the restroom, used a toilet in the least awkward way possible, washed my hooves, and left.
Unfortunately, when I left, it wasn't as empty as when I entered. A gold Toyota minivan had just pulled up, and a family had just disembarked. Seeing them, I darted for cover. But my cover was blown. The little girl had spotted me and was pointing. Buck, I decided, I could have been killed by A-10's but no, I am going to die at the hands of a little girl.
Rather than embrace my fate, I took flight with a running start. I didn't worry about the family that had spotted me. I doubted they could, or would do anything. I flew as fast as I could for what I'd think is a reasonable distance before I slowed down just a bit. I didn't think that I'd be so scared of public confrontation as I just was. But, I guess anything can happen when you're a pegasus mare in Nevada.
I had made about halfway through Colorado and it was dark when I stopped to eat some of my food on a cloud. It was a wonder I'd managed to pop the cap on the bottle of Coke with the back of the pencil I had brought. For once, not having an eraser on a pencil was actually helpful. So, I ate my food while sitting on a cloud. Now that's something that most people can't say. I decided that now was a good time as any to get some rest.
Well, nothing ever seems to work out as soon after I shut my eyes, I heard a couple rounds whiz through the air. I jumped off the cloud, and tried to gain some altitude, flinging my bag over my left shoulder. Another round snapped through the air near me. Who the hell wants me dead now? I decided that my best bet for evasion would be a populated area, such as Colorado Springs, which my ancient GPS told me was nearby.
I sped off, which I thought would give me a quick advantage over the shooter. ZING! Nope. So, out of options and lacking the proper self control required not to, I stopped, turned towards the location of the bullet's origin, and sped towards it with the speed of a pissed pegasus. Right before I hit him, I saw his terrified face on the back of a 4x4 holding a .30-06.