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// Right here, right now 
// Story: My little Dayz: Zombies Aren't Magic 
// by Colgate1211 
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	'They're running. They're faster. They're gonna kill us. Eat us. ' The thoughts raced through Obsidian's mind, repeating over and over again, a cynical reminder of how it will end for them. He could hear the horde behind them, their bloodthirsty screams and grunts fueling the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Colgate was still keeping pace as they ran towards the city, they just had to get inside, just get away. It wasn't that much farther now, and they both could see the open door, the safe haven. One final push through pain. Colgate was doing her best not to shake the knot that held her bandages loose. The building appeared to be a two story apartment complex, and Obsidian started taking the lead, making the path for Colgate to follow. She took the hint, and copied his dive through the doorway into the first room.

Immediately, they drew guns, and sent a hail of lead through the doorway, creating a fleshstorm of blood, corpses and bullets. Still, the stream of zombies shambling through to them seemed endless. Bullet casings fell around them, covering the floor almost entirely. Corpse after corpse piled up, until they finally managed to eradicate their hunters. They just sat in the silence, panting and sweaty.
"You good? The bandages are still tied, right?" Obsidian asked, wiping his brow. Colgate turned for him to check the knot. "Yeah, it's fine for now. But we're gonna need to do a blood transfusion..." he said.
"How urgent is it?" She asked him, reloading her RPK. She only had two more drum mags for it, but the RPK could also take regular AK mags, Obsidian made a mental note.
"Like, today. You're actually close to passing out from blood loss. And sprinting away from those zombies only made it worse. Way worse." He said, getting up to look around the building. There were a few piles of supplies littered around the first floor: chem lights, road flares, scrap metal, Makarov clips, and other assorted goodies.
"You wanna head up to the second floor?" She asked him, getting back onto her hooves.
"Eat this," he said, handing her a can of sardines. "And sure, want me to head up first?"
"Sure, I'll follow your lead."

The stairs were old and wooden. They creaked with every step, giving the impression that they were going to just split down the middle, sending the duo down to who-knows-where. The house was in rather good order, the stairs aside. The wallpaper was well-maintained, the paintings were all hung properly, and so on. 
"Man, we could live here. This place is nice." Colgate said, her attention drawn to one of the paintings. It was a lighthouse, on a rocky island. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow across the sky and earth. The waves were crashing over the rocks at the bottom, and the light from the lighthouse shone far into the sea.
"You like that one?" Obsidian asked her, looking at the painting.
"It's almost exactly what I see in my dreams sometimes. It's just me usually, sometimes I have a friend, and it's always beautiful and peaceful. No zombies, no death, no.... worries. Then I wake up back here, and I long for that peace again..." She said, smiling. Obsidian looked at Colgate. Her smile was so genuine, so unadulterated. Her eyes were as deep and as blue as the ocean in the painting. This was Obsidian's peace. He smiled, feeling those butterflies in his stomach he got when he saw his crush once more. It may have only been a moment, but it seemed like an eternity that they stood there, each in their own happy place. 

"The past wasn't good, and the future doesn't look too bright. But right here, right now... This is nice." he said, soaking up every second of this serenity and peace.
"How quickly things change, huh? Not ten minutes ago we were running for our lives, now here we are."
"I think we should do this more often." He said,chuckling. "Let's go. We still need to find a hospital."
"And back to the grim reality that is our life." Colgate said, flat and dissapointed. Obsidian sighed in agreement.
"It's just down the block according to the map I've got. Thing is, we'll need one more pony to help with the transfusion.

Then they heard hoovesteps coming from upstairs.