//------------------------------// // Final Day // Story: A Reporter's Recordings. // by ChromeRegios //------------------------------// “Report #10 - The Jail” “Whooves, Dinky, I don’t know how long I can stay coherent.” Derpy said in a quivering voice. “I can feel the sickness inside of me. They say the first symptoms are a high fever and damn, I’m sweating.” Derpy looks up to the lamps hanging from the ceiling “The lamp lights are blindingly bright. We made it to the prison and thought we were safe, but the infection.... It’s everywhere. There is a contingent of prisoner survivors, but before we could reach them, we were attacked.” Derpy starts to laugh, maniacally. “And get this, the one who bit me was missing half his fucking head and half his fucking teeth. And he bit me!” Derpy again laughed. “Hey, but guess what. I showed him. I took him off at the fucking neck with my machete. Good thing no pony saw me get bit and my sleeve covers up the wound. But it’s festering and it’s spreading inside of me. No one must know...” Derpy said, then turns off the recorder... “Report #11 - Explaining the Symptoms” “I've decided that I’m going to document the symptoms. Maybe my experience can help the doctors figure out what this is.” Derpy, desperately tries to contain herself, and briefly says the symptoms. She took a deep breath then starts... “Okay, so I'm hungry. I’m fucking hungry. A gnawing, burning, screaming need, so fucking PAINFUL I can’t even think.” Derpy panics for a bit, checking her back side if someone is listening. “They’re gonna see that I’m turning. I’m so sorry Dinky. I’m so sorry. I’m working so hard to hold on to any thread of sanity I can't even think, I can't even remember what I'm trying to say!” Derpy starts to lose her mind, bit by bit. “Why am I so fucking ravenous? I feel like my fucking skin is on fire! Like someone is driving nails into my fucking forehead!” Derpy starts to get even more frustrated, her hope falls downward like a rock. “Stop it...STOP IT! Dinky? Hey, dear? Why are you afraid of me. It's me. It's your mommy. Dinky?!” After which, the recording was cut... “Report #12 - ???” The recording starts with a moaning on the background, followed by something being dragged... A door was being opened, then someone starts to shout. “Look out! Behind the door! Kill that fucking thing!” The male colt said, as it fires a magical bolt to their adversary. Until the sound of a thud is heard, sounds of galloping hooves are heard in the background, as it nears the recorder. “What’s that on the ground?” a voice asked, as it nears the recorder. “No, it’s not a valuable thing. Must be some kind of recorder.” The other voice said, poking it with a stick. “Don’t pick it up. It’s covered in blood. Leave it.” Said the other voice. followed by hoof steps going away the area, until a sound of a door closing is heard, then it was silence... until the recorder runs out of power, and slowly dies along with Derpy...