MO 10/26/2117 11:07:34 PM
I’m starting to regret a little about what I did earlier tonight. I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now.
Apparently, pretty much half of Equestria had been taken over by this flu, which I realized was what Rumble was talking about earlier today. The Crystal Craze.
Ponies are rioting all over the place. They’re angry because the hospitals are overwhelmed and can take them in, and the bodies of the dead litter the streets. What’s worse, the newsmare said there wasn’t any known cure to this weird strain of flu, and strongly advised against being near those who are infected, as the Equestrian Department of Health believed it was a lot more contagious than your average cold. Ugh.
Not something you’d wanna hear everyday. Or want to hear, really.
The phone is ringing; this journal has got to wait. Be right back.
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MO 10/26/2117 11:24:06 PM
Um...this is new. Rumble said he wasn't going to be at the Academy tomorrow; he thinks he’s caught the flu.
Since I had watched the (rather depressing) newscast, I had to ask, “Do you think it’s the Crystal Craze?”
Rumble sniffled. “What? Naw, bro,” He assured me. “I’m pretty sure this is a garden-variety flu. I mean, Cloudsdale isn’t on the infected cities list, so what are the chances I would be sick with that?” He laughs nervously.
I didn’t say anything. But I know for sure he was just fine this morning, I thought.
“Anyway,” Rumble continues, voice strained. “I gotta go. My head is killing me right now...and I suddenly feel like puking. Bye!”
But he doesn’t hang up. I heard the phone drop, and then hoofsteps that trail off some distance before retching noises are heard.
I had hung up by then. I had a bad feeling that my neighbor isn’t really sick with some “garden-variety” flu, but rather something more...sinister.
I’ve decided to keep staring at the TV, which is still on the news channel, until the dreadful feeling goes away.
There’s a strong hunch that tells me something big is going to happen, and when it does, I’m gonna have to be somewhere else. Somewhere far away.
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