Leukocyte

by Sharrrrrk

2The night in Equestria lasts for eight hours and thirty minutes

I ran aimlessly through this rural town until my adrenaline could no longer support my sick body, and I finally fell to the ground. Hunger, pain, numbness, and various discomforts gradually climbed over my body. Clearly, if I couldn't find food, water, and a place to rest, I would likely die like this. I struggled to sit up again, took out the old book, placed it on the ground, and opened it again. "Could it be that God is real? Is this his reward for me going to worship every Sunday?" Thinking this way, my heart suddenly became a little more spirited. Perhaps everything here is a test from God. As long as I can survive, I can realize my dreams. While I was dreaming of the future, the original first sentence had disappeared, and like last time, the characters began to move again, forming a new sentence: "The night in Equestria lasts for eight hours and thirty minutes. During this period, stay indoors, tighten the doors and windows, and do not open them no matter what happens."

Damn, it's already dusk. How much time would leave for me? One minute? Or two minutes. I shook my head quickly and looked around. Fortunately, there was a building standing on my right side. I gritted my teeth and crawled into the inconspicuous building and tightly closed the door. After completing these tasks, I could finally take a closer look at where I was. Several pigs locked in a fence were arranged in two rows in front of me. The smell emanating from them rushed into my nose, making me want to vomit. But mixed in with this stench was a peculiar smell that awakened the last bit of vitality in my body. I followed that smell and continued along the corridor until I finally found the source of the smell: several neatly stacked bundles of hay. I never would have thought that one day I would want to eat this kind of thing, but now, I couldn't control myself and frantically began to eat them to satisfy my new herbivorous digestive system. If a vegetarian was standing next to me at this moment, he would probably worship me as a god. Anyway, after the big meal, I lay weakly on the remaining hay, quietly waiting for the pain and exhaustion to drain my energy and take me into sweet dreams. In a trance, I seemed to see the book flying in front of me, opening itself, and the characters on it began to change again, eventually forming a new sentence: "Please remain conscious at all times about whether you are in a dream or not. Do not believe any scene in your dreams."

Water drops kept hitting my forehead, and the bleak light penetrated my eyelids. The strong discomfort urged me to raise my arm, no, my forehoof, to cover my eyes. I struggled to stand up, but a strong force pressed down on my neck, constantly pushing my head down. I opened my eyes in panic, trying to see what kind of attack I had suffered. It was a human, a human covered in pale wear, who was using both hands to squeeze my neck, trying to push my head into the bathtub filled with water. Cold water kept pouring on my face from the rusty pipes, making it impossible for me to see her face clearly. Due to the severe reaction caused by water entering my nostrils and the protruding snout of the pony, I bite her arm hard with my teeth. This attack worked, and the pain forced her to let go of me. I took this opportunity to crawl out of the icy bathtub, burst open the wooden door of the bathroom, and run out.

The old lime corridor was illuminated by shimmering pale lights, and I kept running down the corridor. On either side of the corridor were closed hospital rooms. The sound of hard shoe heels hitting the ground kept coming from behind me, crisp and urgent, and getting closer and closer. Finally, my right hind leg lost feeling in an instant, and the momentary loss of balance caused me to roll and fall to the ground, and I could finally see the human’s figure. It was a human dressed in an ultra-short nurse costume, with long legs wrapped in white stockings with holes, and a pair of bright red high-heeled shoes under her feet. Clear blue veins could be seen on her pale arms, and what was even more striking was the huge and bright surgical knife in her hand. The reason my leg lost feeling was that she had precisely cut my artery with that half-person-sized thin blade. What disgusted me the most was her head, which was casually placed under her nurse's cap and was not a human head at all. It was clearly a puppet, or several puppets stitched together, with needle and thread tracks densely covering her face.

In order to hack at me, she leaned forward excessively, causing herself to fall to the ground too. Then she twisted her limbs and began to crawl towards me. I couldn't help but scream and start crawling forward with my two front hooves and my still intact left hind hoof. But this process did not last long, and a powerful force grabbed my tail tightly, pulling me towards her. When I turned back in horror, the huge surgical knife began to fall from the high air like a guillotine. "Aaaaaaaah!" I closed my eyes tightly as if I wanted to seal them completely, waiting for the pain of being split in half to reach my brain. Would I feel pain if I died quickly? I couldn't help but think, but the next moment, the cheerful chirping of a small bird entered my ears, and what came to my body was not a cold surgical knife, but a warm feeling. I opened my eyes slightly and saw the same pigsty around me. The dawn sunlight shone on my body through the transparent glass window on the roof, making me feel a little relaxed. After taking a deep breath for about a minute, I calmed down. I realized that I was lying on the ground in a messier pose than a pig, and my right hind leg was fine except for a slight cramp. I stumbled towards the door, wanting to expose my whole body to the morning sun. I unlatched the door and pushed open the heavy wooden door. What appeared before my eyes was a high-hanging full moon.

Eight hours and thirty minutes, eight hours and thirty minutes, why did that book tell me the night here lasts for eight hours and thirty minutes first? At this moment, I understood that only by counting seconds one by one, until thirty thousand and six hundred seconds, could ensure that the night had really passed, the small bird's chirping and warm sunshine were still things in my dream. It was too late, it was too late! It was water, invisible water in the air that poured into every hole of my body and would no longer let any air enter my body.

"Hey! What's wrong with you, Big Mac, come help me!" This was the last sentence I heard before losing consciousness.