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// Day Two: Sunburst and Flarefire 
// Story: My little Dayz: Zombies Aren't Magic 
// by Colgate1211 
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It was morning, and Obsidian heard voices. Not the kind in your head, nor his gut, but voices from outside the house he made camp in. He quickly, but quietly, took his M9 and an extra clip, and made sure it was ready to fire. He inched closer to the wall, pressing his ear against it in a futile attempt to make out words. He could only hear one voice for a while, but eventually the first voicewas interrupted by voice another. He could tell they were moving around the house, as if they knew he was there. Obsidian looked around his room, wondering what he'd do if they came in. He's trapped in a corner in here, and there aren't many things that can be done like that. 
"Friendly?" One called out. His first thought was to call friendly back, but there was always the chance that the others were't actually so nice. Obsidian could hear the voices still circling around the house, and realized they were right by the door. 
"Friendly! I'm friendly..." he yelled out. "If you come through the door, have any weapons lowered." he called, aiming his M9 at the doorway, expecting one to start shooting. 
"Easy now, friend. We don't want any trouble. We don’t HAVE any weapons, but my brother here needs a bandage bad, we just came from Kamenka. A sniper got his left wing, and it's... it's messy." One of them said. Obsidian thought for a second. The worst thing that could happen here is he is shot and killed, and this was a whole setup. 'But what else is new...”'He thought. "Alright, come in slow. There's a table we can get him on."

He saw the shadows in the doorway before the ponies themselves. They were both Pegasi, one had a light orange coat and brown mane, and had another Pegasus slung around his back. The injured one had a dark gray coat with an azure mane. His brother was right: it was messy. The bullet had sheared through the wing, leaving ripped sinew, busted blood veins, and fragmented bone in an open wound. The wing itself hung down at an awkward angle, dangling by about a quarter of a stump. 
"Damn... Okay, set him on the table, wounded wing up." Obsidian set his M9 down and walked to one side of the table. The Orange Pegasus complied, easing his brother down, and taking a small step back. Obsidian took a small pack of gauze and bandages and ripped it open. "What's your name, kid?" He asked. 
"S-Sunburst, Sir." He replied, shakily. 
"Don't call me 'Sir'. Call me Obsidian. Now, where were you two when you were shot, again?" He asked, taping a bandage over the bullet hole, and wrapping gauze around it three times to keep it secure. 
"Kamenka. We had just made it to the supermarket when he took the shot. I flew across the street we were on, got him on my back, and fled the town. We were walking for about an hour before we came across this town. And I'm Flarefire, by the way." He said, looking down at his brother. "He's going to be alright, right?" Flarefire asked, wiping away a tear. The kids were scared; Obsidian could tell it was nothing major, he assumed it was equal to getting shot in the arm or leg. A wing is just another appendage. 
"Yeah, he'll be fine. Ill see what I can do." Obsidian said, attempting a reassuring smile. He was never the best at comforting ponies...

"	Well, you're bandaged, and should be okay. The wing itself... Well, I'm no Pegasus, but I can tell you I wouldn't use it for a while. And just in case, here are some painkillers. Broken bones will hurt like Hell after a couple hours." Obsidian said, and rubbed his shoulder, remembering a past incident. 
"Thank you so much, Obsidian. Good to see somepony with a heart out here. Here, we found these not too long ago, and have no use for them, maybe you do." Flarefire said, reaching into his ACU pack. he shuffled things around for a minute, and pulled out two CZ550 clips. Obsidian gave a small gasp: not expecting something he wanted to much, it was almost like Christmas. He took them and set them beside his M9. 
"Well, I will put a bullet in that sniper for you both now, ill be heading that way soon." Sunburst chuckled. 
"Tell him it's from Sunburst with love for me." He said, smiling. "And thanks... a lot. I know that's really all anypony can say, but you just don’t know what these kind of things mean to ponies like us." He told Obsidian, who smiled and nodded in return. 
"You guys, hang on." He said, walking to his ALICE pack and pulling out a Makarov PM and a clip. "You may want to have SOMETHING to have at your side out there. This is a good one to start with." He said, handing it over to Flarefire. "Unfortunately, I only have one clip. But they're pretty common, you should know it when you see one." Obsidian told them. They said goodbye one final time, and Obsidian watched them walk off, back into a wide-open deathtrap. He wondered if he should have gone with them, maybe they could make it out here together, but, deciding it was too late, he took the rest of the day off. With no more distractions, he planned to take a nap and head out at dusk.