The Trotting Dead: Equestrian Apocalypse

Scribble Wake

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Pain. Pain radiated through her head creating white spots that streaked across her closed eyelids. Consciousness was slowly seeping back into her being, and when she finally managed to force her heavy eyelids open a crack, she was met with a blurry, unfamiliar face. She allowed her eyes to shut once more, closing out the blurred face, and willing unconsciousness to take her once more. She finally felt herself begin to slip again until a voice perforated her ears.

"Wake? Wake! Please Wake, you have to get up, we're running out of time!" the voice was panicked and loud, too loud for her sensitive ears.

"Wake c'mon, I saw you try and open your eyes, you have to get up," the voice rose another octave as its noise was met with a muffled growling from somewhere else.

'Wake? Who is Wake? Am I Wake?' She thought desperately as her head pounded unmercifully. She slowly forced her eyes to open again, wider this time. There was that face again. The face began to clear each time she blinked, and she watched as its muzzle opened, matching it to the voice that rang out once more.

"Wake I'm so glad you're awake, you hit your head so hard I thought you were dead," the face beamed with happiness. Her vision finally fully cleared and she was able to make out the rest of the face. He was a light green earth pony stallion. He had strange colored eyes, one grey, the other a light pink. His face was partially obscured by his long, messy white mane that had a grey stripe on the side.

"W-who are you?" she asked and immediately regretted it. Her throat felt like sandpaper as it protested against use. 'How long was I out?' she thought desperately.

"What are you talking about Wake? It's me, Sigma," the stallion stated as if it should be obvious as to who he was.

"Wake… am I Wake?" she mumbled as her head pounded with the confusion. Sigma visibly paled at the quiet question.

"Y-you really don't know who I am do you? Or who you are?" he asked in a shaken whisper. She shook her head numbly as she attempted to clear the thick fog from her mind.

"Shit, this is bad! You don't remember anything! I-I have to get you help! I… I have to take you back to Sugarcube," he groaned. Wake didn't understand, was this Sugarcube pony bad? Sigma quickly jumped away from her allowing Wake to see her surroundings. She was in a dimly lit bathroom of some house. The grimy sink and toilet were shoved against the only exit as some sort of… barricade? Wake, herself was lying in a claw foot tub on a pallet of dirty towels.

"Come on, we have to get you out of here," Sigma declared, pulling Wake from her thoughts. He held his hoof out to her, and she stared at it suspiciously. She didn't know anything about this pony other than his name. How did she know if she would be safe with him? He seemed to know her, so they had to be close in some way. She made up her mind as she hesitantly took his hoof, allowing him to help her out of the tub. Once out of the tube, and on unsteady hooves, Wake could see that Sigma was no bigger than her, a bit of a small stallion if you asked her. She made to move towards the door, when her legs buckled from disuse and Sigma caught her and steadied her once again.

"Not that way, there's trotters that way," Sigma hissed and moved towards a dusty window she had seemed to miss. Wake furrowed her brow in confusion until the door rattled as something pushed against it, sounds of growling and groaning seeping under the door. She shuddered at the thought of what a 'trotter' was and quickly moved after Sigma, who was halfway out the window. As she moved to follow after him, a movement caught her eye, she turned and jumped startled. There was another pony in the room.

Wake paused, had the pony also jumped in fear of her? It took her a couple moments to realize she was staring at a floor length mirror that was propped against the wall. In the mirror was a petite tan unicorn mare. She had a rather bouncy, curly, light brown mane with blonde highlights that was pulled into a high ponytail with bangs that framed her face. Thick black lashes surrounded eyes that were differently colored like Sigma's, but hers were blue and green. She raised a hoof to her reflection and realized she was wearing sparkling ruby horseshoes.

'Guess I have an eye for fashion,' Wake thought pleasantly as she smiled, admiring herself.

"Wake? What are you waiting for? Get out here before they break through the door!" Sigma growled at the open window, pushing Wake from her thoughts and urging her out the window. She leaped from the edge and landed ungracefully on her face as her legs buckled once again. Sigma nickered at the sight and moved to help her. "Careful would ya? You've been out for nearly a week," Sigma scolded her as he pushed her to her hooves and towards an alleyway.

"A week?!" She gasped. 'What happened to me that I was unconscious for a week?' Wake thought.

"I'll explain later, just keep up, and stay quiet. We can't afford to run into trotters with you like this," Sigma hissed, and began to move down the alley. Wake snuck along after him, hoping that whoever this Sugarcube was, that they would be able to help her remember who she was.