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// July 9th - Being alone was better. 
// Story: Angry Bird 
// by Thadius0 
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So hey.  Henry here.  Grace is...recovering.  We didn't exactly have the gentlest of meet-ups with our newest...friend.  Yeah, let's call him a friend.  That's being generous enough, I think.

God...where do I even fucking begin?...

So we went to the block of the city where it felt like we were being watched.  We left out our food and water for whoever it might have been.  We made sure to be plenty visible and make enough noise to where we couldn't be mistaken for anything else, counting on whoever it was being friendly.

The next thing I know, something big and black and hole-filled has jumped out of a shadowy building and is on Grace.  It took her a few moments to throw this thing off of her, and that was when I realized that except for the fucked-up buglike nature it had, it looked to be similar in shape to the stuff the others have turned into.

So, my second response was to lower my gun.  It turned to me and let out a hiss, an honest to god hissing noise.  It was more instinct that I responded with a louder cry than his, and he actually seemed cowed by it.

"The fuck is your problem?" Grace asked as she looked herself over.  The buglike thing turned to her and said something in a language I barely recognized.

Bloody hell, but what in the fucking world is a Frenchman doing in Denver?!

"Oh great," I moaned.  "We've got a tourist."

He turned to me and said something that I didn't quite catch.  Hey, French was years ago.

"Well I'm pretty sure we don't need to take him with us, so..." Grace said as she edged away from the creature.

"Grace, what is your issue with him?" I asked her.  "He's a survivor like us.  We should try to take him in and see if we can't reach a common understanding."

"I don't know, how about the fact that he fucking attacked me?" Grace said.  "He just gives me the creeps.  Can we go?"

Apparently, whatever this guy had been turned into seriously weirds out ponies.  Or other people in general.  I have no problem with him.  I tilted my head in confusion, before sighing and turning to the new guy, saying the one sentence of French that I still recalled.  "Parle vous Engles?"

"Oui," the frenchman said.  "I read up on it before coming.  What is your name?"

"I'm Henry," I said, pointing to myself.  "This is Grace."

"And you creep me the hell out, acting the way you did," Grace said as she stood further away from the bug-looking creature and closer to me.  "Henry, can we go?"

"Apologies," the creature replied.  "It was, how you say...instinct.  I could not control myself until you, Henry, screamed at me.  That made me regain control."

"See?" I said to Grace.  "Perfectly reasonable answer.  Don't think I haven't seen you or the others fighting your bodies about eating the lawn."

Grace blushed and looked away.  "Fine.  Fine.  But don't expect a warm fucking welcome if you come back with us."

"Anything is better than nothing," the frenchman quipped.  "Oh, my manners, forgive me.  My name is Dominique."

And that was how four became five.  Though two of us are up here in the top of the museum away from all the ponies below.  I don't know how this is going to turn out, but I at least can stand being in the same room as the guy.

It's getting late, we should get some sleep.

Oui, mon ami.