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// Story: An Unlikely Bond 
// by emoshyplz 
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My breathing feels heavy... and my leg is overwhelmed with unbearable pain... I can see my vision starting to fade slowly, and it's hard for me to run, but I have to if I don't want to die. I never imagined that I would be brought to an end in a way like this, by the hatred of other people or by the sheer greed of them either. There's just so much I could have done to try and restore the world, but now it's like I'm going to fall before I ever get the chance...

Luckily, I do know how to make quick blood transfusions so that I can keep going in this mad world, but the hospital is so far... so I have no choice but to rest down in one of the many houses that surround me. From there, I take off my bag, and I quickly patch up a bullet wound that I had just gotten with a roll of gauze, which was slowly running out; I was lucky to even have found it. From my bag, I also take out my pistol, it being a simple USP, a .45 Caliber gun that I didn't have the most ammo for, being down to my final two magazines. I get up and limp my way out, waiting for my pursuers to come for me, pistol tucked away in my pocket. I stood there, not only looking but also feeling weak, my blood level a bit lower than it should be. When my two pursuers finally came, they both held me at gunpoint with their large assault rifles, both looking well-attached with sights and underbarrels. Both of their clothing choices were those taken from the various military posts around the area. One was your traditional Woodlands camouflage, while the other was a dark gray or black, which was great for night travel. One of them said nothing, while the other was yelling at me, obviously telling me to give them my supplies and all of my other stuff. I knew how this all worked... they say they just want your supplies, but then they kill you regardless because they know you could come back and get revenge on them later. So rather than comply to this person's ridiculous orders which would only lead to me being slaughtered, I tried my already diminishing luck and drew my pistol, shooting the one that was barking everything at me square in the head first, the blood from his brain and his head flying out of the back of it immediately putting the second person in front of me, holding my arm around their neck, slowly choking them to sleep rather than killing them, which wasn't always necessary to do in this world. It took almost a minute, but finally it worked.

The person I had killed was worth taking supplies and weapons from, while the other person looked like he didn't even want to be here, doing any harm to anyone, so I left his things alone. I looked through all the things in my own bag, which wasn't very big: a can of beans, a can of tomato soup, a Pepsi, a Root Beer, a single pack of painkillers, a compass, a watch, a small combat knife that someone left in another man's body, (still covered in his blood,) and a mediocre flashlight. I took out each of these things, setting them on the floor, while I took off the other man's bag, which was a military-grade pack, being a very solid dark gray to black, searching through it. In it was a couple of MREs, two bottled waters, a few blood bags, (I only took the two, since my blood type is O+ and the two I grabbed were both O-type blood,) a fine-branded Sabre, a map, a Global-Positioning System, (or GPS,) a detonator for C4 explosives (in which he had only one of the explosive), a few drum magazines for his assault rifle, which was what I think to be an M14, a Glock 18, and a few magazines for the Glock 18. I strapped on the black bag, putting the straps over my shoulders, and grabbed his gun, holding it with one hand. Since my shirt was pure white and my blue pants had some blood still on them, I took off the clothes of the dead person. Luckily, no blood got on his clothing, since it was a clean shot through the head that I took. I folded the shirt and pants up, taking my bag off and putting them inside, zipping up the bag for now and throwing it back over my shoulders. I did a quick search on the other person, not caring to look through his bag, finding a stack of sticky notes and a small, black pen. I wrote a quick little "Sorry" on one of them, sticking it to his light green bag of the same grade as his friend's. Since he was not dead, but rather unconscious, I proceed to drag him into a nearby house, so that he would be safe from other bandits that are strewn about the world. He was safe in a second story room, on a nice bed that had only a couple of tears on the sheets.

After this, I began to transfuse some blood into my stream through my leg, where I had been shot. Of course, I would still not be completely mobile, but it was better than slowly bleeding out. I did a quick run-through of the building, and found a few things, though my bag was heavy as it is with what I had, so I made my way out into the outside world. Luckily, at this time of day, most of the undead were more around the central area of Kin, the city this is all taking place at the moment: Union Square. It's the largest city around here. Of course, there are other areas I could go to, but most of the other areas around the world are said to be overpopulated with zombies and whatnot, so I didn't bother. I headed out in the direction of a smaller city that had a couple of houses I could hide in: Yale. There was also a nearby landmark called Trinity Headquarters, who are said to be the ones who started this whole epidemic. There was bound to be a few zombies along the way, so I put away my rifle, taking out the Sabre instead to use against them. The way I was heading, I had to go around a mountain, but it wasn't the most ground to go around, so it wasn't much of an issue. I managed to avoid most of them where I was going, quite luckily, but had to cut through a hay field to do so.

While walking through the field, I saw a strange little thing, it mainly being a strange blue. This was a world where I was not going to take chances, so I came to a quick conclusion that I should probably kill it, just in case it was some deformed zombie or whatever. I approached slowly - well, slower than my limping - and made as little sound as possible, Sabre in both hands. As I just got up to it, and was about to swing down the blade onto whatever the hell was there, it turned around, revealing something I didn't see from afar, which was what looked like a head of hair, except shaded multiple colors like a rainbow. It also had a tail of the same nature. This was definitely no human, but it wasn't a zombie either; I had no idea what it was. I kept my Sabre in one hand just in case it was suddenly hostile, reaching one hand over and resting it on the strange creature's head. As I did this, its eyes opened up half-way, which were a nice, warm magenta, looking at me. When I moved my hand, it was clear that there was red on it, and it wasn't like red paint; this was blood. I wasn't just going to let this thing die, so I used some of my ever-depleting roll of gauze, taping a few different strands together to make a head bandage that wouldn't stick to this thing's wacky hair, wrapping it around where I assumed the damage was.

Wait... I think I know what this is. There was some kid's show way back then before this whole man-made apocalypse... was it... uh, My Little Pony or something? Friendship is Magic? I wasn't ever really a fan of the show, being an adult and all, but... nevermind. I looked at it for a second, thoroughly. Of course, on its side was that mark I expected to see: a cloud - presumably a thundercloud - with a three-colored bolt coming from it. This was indeed one of those ponies, but was it... uh... Rainbow... Shy? No, that's not it... Rainbow something. I don't know. But this was very strange, because I didn't think it was real... but apparently it is. At least I remember that it was female, as most of the characters were, considering the show was made for little girls.

Then she did something that I never would have expected from such a mythical creature, considering it was a pony. She spoke to me.

"Who are you..? And... where am I..?" it said, right to me...