//------------------------------// // 05/25/2015 Observations and Emotions // Story: The Unicorn Lost in the Woods // by Spleedude //------------------------------// Day Three, 05/25/2015: I took a page out of my own book from yesterday where I said that "even learning to walk was a good plan", and spent the better part of a few hours today learning to do just that. Walking back and forth down the long hallway that connect everyone's bedrooms. Unfortunately, an unintended side of walking nowhere for hours on end, is that it gave me a lot of time to think. Something I've been desperately trying to avoid since day one. I was able to keep myself busy for the first two days, learning how to function in a new body and doing other general survivor tasks, but if my years of playing multiple genres of survival games has taught me anything, it's that for every day packed with excitement and adventure, there are always a good three or four that are basically sitting around inside your base doing nothing. In fact, I would be playing video games right now to relieve some stress, if it weren't for the fact that I had a goddamn set of bricks where my hands used to be! At first the thoughts were about my new body, Which makes sense, seeing as how learning how to walk with it was what I was currently focused on. Stuff like: why me?, why is walking so damn hard?, and what the heck is this horn even for anyway?. Eventually I stopped asking myself questions like this. I mean sure, I'm still wondering about the answers, but I didn't have them, so what was the point of asking myself? The next set of questions were about something I really was trying not to think about, my family. Where are they? What happened to them? Why am I the only one to survive? All of this hit me like a truck and I collapsed on the floor in a sobbing heap. I'm 18, the longest I have been away from my family was during basic training for 10 weeks. During that time I got to send as many letters as I wanted and had three phone calls to keep in contact with my parents. Now, there are no letters, no phone calls, and no graduation day for them to come pick me up and congratulate me on surviving this nightmare. I just want everything to go back to normal, is that too much to ask? Is that too much to FUCKING ASK?! I had a family, a good family who cared for my well-being, and a job, a job that would pay my way through college so that I could join society as a productive HUMAN BEING! Why? What makes me so special to the point where, while everyone else is dead, or gone, or whatever the hell happened, I got to stay here and be put into this tiny, useless, utterly alien body? I just... I just want to go home, but the scary thing is... I am home, and I have to leave it soon if I want to survive. ...Sheesh, I'm sorry you had to hear read that, though no one has responded yet so I don't know if anyone's actually reading this. It just, needed to come out. Um, I'm going to keep writing about a few other weird things I have noticed . You can keep reading if you want. Well, it was during my little breakdown ( not the one you just read, but the one that happened during my walking practice) that Gunther laid down next to me and let me cry into him. Now this is unusual but I wouldn't classify it as weird. What was weird was what happened when I tried to give him a treat. The first one I gave to him for free for letting me cry on him, but the second one, I made him do a few tricks for. I made him do the standard shake, sit, lie down routine. Then, on a whim, I asked him the rollover. He did. My family had never once tried to teach this dog the command rollover. Needless to say I was shocked. I asked him to play dead, which he did perfectly. . At this point I was getting a little freaked out, but I had one more test for him. I sat down, pointed a hoof at him, and said "reach for the sky,". He stood up, and even waited till I said "bang" in the tiniest, shakiest voice, then fell over and pretended to be dead. Needless to say he got the treat I was holding and about three more. This dog has been acting strange since day one. He's smarter, definitely, I can see it in his eyes. I don't know how much his intelligence has grown, or if it has even stopped growing yet. Oh God, what if it grows to the point to where he can achieve human speech? I kinda hope it doesn't go that far, but if it does, on the bright side I will have someone else to talk to. If you're wondering about the cat, don't, because he's pretty much acting exactly the same. Another weird thing I have noticed, is the distinct lack of explosions. You might think it's weird, but thousands of cars suddenly without drivers miraculously not hitting each other, or the hundreds of homes that were left with the stove on? You think something would've gone kaboom by now. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying it's suspicious. And it looks like we've reached about current events with this entry. So, I guess it's time we move on to everyone's favorite part: <<>> 1. Pets are smarter - I don't know if this effect has spread to all animals, but my pets are definitely smarter. So be careful, because not only do we need to worry about offending animals on their new found emotional level, but animals like wolves were smart enough hunters already. 2. Bottling up emotions is bad - Yeah yeah, this isn't really a survivor tip but people need to hear anyways. If I didn't have a break down in the relative safety and comfort of my own home then where would I have lost it? If When I found another survivor? While I was defending myself? 3. Beware any explosive hazards - all this is, is really just a reminder to be careful where you light your matches. You never know who have their stoves on when... this... occurred. All it takes is one little spark, and boom! You and the whole building are gone.