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// Murphy's Law 
// Story: My little Dayz: Zombies Aren't Magic 
// by Colgate1211 
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	They were both blinded by the glory, the awesome presence of it's majesty. Their legs trembled as they stood, their hearts curled up in their throats. Military-grade weaponry: M249 SAW's, RPK's, G36's, AS50's, and all the other goodies that were both myths and menaces to the lone survivor. Or even, a group of survivors. And that was just the first box, although all boxes had the same glorious loot. Neither of them knew where to start. It was, as if all their troubles leading up to this moment, this particular instant in time, were all forgotten. For now, the present and future would be so much easier! Oh, how just perfect! Too good to be true! And that other, smaller box, it was packed with remote explosives! And they were already armed!

Wait.... They were... ALREADY ARMED!?

"Colgate, we need to get out of here, NOW!" Obsidian yelled, frantically. He tipped a box over, and started dragging as many weapons as he could away, as quickly as he could.
"What, why!? Look at this!" Colgate said, motioning to the boxes of guns.
"There are ARMED explosives in that box, you need to MOVE!" He ordered, moving behind the destroyed body of the supply truck. Colgate looked down to the box of C4's, and landmines, and grenades, grabbed some random guns, stuffed them messily in her bag, and made a wind sprint for Obsidian.
'Oh Celestia, please let those go off after she gets here, I don't wanna-' BAROOM! The sound obliterated the air around them, as Celestia-knows-how-many pounds of explosives went off at once. Colgate was swept off her hooves, and careened off into the field behind the truck. Obsidian, without thinking, ran over to her.


"Colgate, c'mon, you're alright." he said, kneeling beside her. She had landed on her back, and her eyes were closed up towards the sky. Obsidian couldn't see any blood, a good sign. "Wake up, you're good." He said, thinking of something to do besides repeating what may or may not be a lie to a pony who may or may not be conscious. She heaved a grunt, and held out a hoof. Obsidian helped her up.
"Well, that... was a lot of explosives." She said, wincing as she got her bearings again.
"You hurt at all?" Obsidian asked her, looking over her front side to make sure she was okay. 'Stupid question...' he thought to himself immediately after the words left his mouth.
"Yeah, the big city isn't too far away, I say we should go by the hospital in case we get another incident like this." She told him, and Obsidian agreed. But as Colgate turned around to pick up her guns, the harsh reality of the situation became evident.
"Colgate..." he said, quietly. She turned around cautiously.
"Yeah? What's wrong?" She asked.
"Now, don't be alarmed when I say this,"
"What is it?"
"You got hit by some shrapnel from the explosion."
"How bad is it?"
That was the problem. Her back resembled bloody ground beef: shredded and lacerated, veins cut and flesh dangling from the blast. Obsidian felt sick just looking at it, and realized they were going to have to haul flank to the hospital.
"Well, if you shot a cow at point blank with a shotgun, you'd wind up with the same outcome, I'd think." He explained. "Let's just get you bandaged up for now, but we're gonna need to move it to the hospital." He said, and pulled some gauze bandages out of his bag.
"Great... I don't think this could get much worse, do you?" She asked him.
"Oh, never say that. That's asking for Murphy to some along and screw us over even more..." Obsidian said, with a chuckle
"Murphy?" She asked him, raising an eyebrow.
"You know what Murphy's law is, right?" He asked her. She shook her head. "Okay, it states that, essentially, everything that CAN go wrong, WILL go wrong. The unspoken rule of this is that is you say it CAN'T get any worse, it WILL get worse." he explained. And just as he finished tying the knot on Cogate's bandages, they got a prime example of this.
"That's a zed..." Colgate whispered. Obsidian looked up, and saw Murphy.
"That's a group of zed's... okay, here's what we're gonna do. creep down to where the water meets the sand, down to our right. We're gonna sneak down and around them." He explained, creeping slowly down that way. Colgate followed close behind. Now, they just needed to be quiet and stay unseen. It wasn't that much farther, maybe twenty feet before they could start mading an escape... Fifteen feet.... Ten feet.... SNAP! A branch broke beneath one of their hooves.

They ran.