Authors Note: WEEEEEEERRR! Surprised? I'm back! Sorry I was gone for so long. I haven't been able to go on the computer all that much because a pipe busted right above it, and even though it's now fixed, I still won't be on because my sister is addicted to Spore. But luckily I have quick office on my phone. So I can type up stories on the go! But I still need the computer to post the story. I'll try and get a chapter in every week, but no promises. On with the story!
"No goddammit! Larry, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!?" I heard a chuckle through my earpiece, "Cuz it's funny, and I couldn't help it."
I laid back into my chair and sighed. "Well we just lost the match! Was it really worth trapping me in a corner?" As my friend finished laughing, I heard him say, "Yes, hahaha!" "Alright then, I'm going to play Black Ops 2 now."
"...You suck." I couldn't help but laugh at my friend not having the game. "Well I can't play anyways because I gotta finish cooking. See ya!"
"Alright see you."
This is...well, WAS my life. A teenager with dreams of going to M.I.T., playing MW3 with his best friend, sleeping soundly every night. All of it changed when the plague hit. When it was first discovered, scientists called it the 'Red Flu', because it showed all the signs and symptoms of flu, with the plus of a rosy red rash. No one ever thought it would be harmful, that is, until it took someone's life. When I saw its effects, I couldn't believe it. People from all over the planet were randomly going into comas, only coming out of them to have a seizer. It spread like a wild fire, all of Asia destroyed before we knew what hit us. Two thirds of the world's population died within the first year. I looked over to the chart I had to see when we would all die; I concluded that we wouldn't last another month.
My entire family was gone; hell I had to bury my own brother a few days ago. All that was left in this hell hole I am ashamed to call home was I, my dad's Glock, and a few M.R.E.s that he had stashed away. I knew I was going to starve to death before I'm infected myself. When it comes to that, all it takes is just one second, and one round to end it. I could imagine a 9mm going through the back of my mouth, and exiting out through the back of my head. Any other day and I would have thought I was insane, but given the circumstances, it seemed like peace.
The only thing that had kept me from doing that in the first place was a dream, a dream of a second chance. A dream, of Equestria. That's right bitches, I'm a brony. I knew it would be impossible to go into a nonexistent world, but that didn't stop me from dreaming about going there. About meeting the royal sisters themselves, to escape the life I now call a nightmare. But there is one character that only a handful of people will get, Chrysalis. She was one of my favorite characters throughout the series. When I first saw her in the Royal Wedding, something in the back of my head pinged. Even now I can imagine her being at my side.
I looked out the window to see that there was a break in the smog that is now the sky; giving me the perfect view of a full moon. This was the first time I have seen it since the sky was blackened with smog and exhaust. Its own beauty reminded me of another character; Luna. The youngest of the Royal Sisters, and perhaps the most beautiful. I immediately fell in love with her; her being so alone didn't help. And then there was her sister; Celestia.
She was just so amazing, and so protective and motherly towards her sister. She reminded me of my own mom. I almost broke into tears when I remembered her death. I and my brother were sanding at her death bed, helpless to her inevitable death. It was only a week ago when that event occurred. It was not soon after when Justin fell ill. The last request he had for me was to take his dagger and to never, EVER let it go or lose sight of it.
I clutched the blade in my hands and stared at it. It was an eight inch titanium blade, with a large notch in the middle for catching an opponent's weapon. The handle was encrusted with sapphires with the grip laced with gold. He saved up a lot of money for it, as it cost a fortune. As I holstered it I kept thinking, "Is this truly the meaning of life, to do as much as you can before you go to hell?" Many of my colleagues thought the same thing; almost everyone thought we were insane for coming up with that solution. They are all just probably afraid of it being the truth.
I laid back into my cot, trying to get some sleep to conserve my energy; all those survival shows and books have helped me live through all this. I took one last glance out the window and something caught my eye; a comet. Hailey's Comet to be exact. I couldn't believe that even with hell surrounding me, I could still see the beauty of things. I just wished that this hell could end so I could get more of that. I held onto that thought as I slowly drifted off into slumber.
I had awoken with a start when I heard a crash coming from the other room. I grabbed the Glock and un-holstered the dagger as I moved to the door. My heart was beating rapidly as I opened it to see who was there. I gazed into near total darkness and saw movement. My eyes darted to the source and I saw something that stopped me in my tracks; raccoons. The bastards had eaten almost half of the M.R.E.s I had. I fired a round into the air to frighten them off; it worked just as I hope when they were gone in a fraction of a second. I took another look at the collateral damage; I had only about a week's worth of food and water left.
Time Lapse: 1 Week
'This is it' I thought. I have no food or fresh water, and I was not about to let some pathogen take my life. I was also sure as HELL not going out into the infected air outside to hunt. I went upstairs to my father's locker, and pulled out the pistol. I had also taken the Lament's Configuration so no one will find it and be crazy enough to use it. I didn't need hell to make things worse. That little black puzzle box with golden laces could unleash something even worse than this, and I didn't want the world to experience it.
As I lifted the gun to my mouth, I thought of the one thing every bound man wanted; "Freedom" The very last sensations I had was the feeling of the barrel against the roof of my mouth, the taste of gunmetal, and the sound of the round going off.
Done! Tell me what you guys and gals think of it. This is a relatively short chapter, and I'll try and make the next ones at least 2,000 words long. Any questions you have will be answered in the next chapter for the Q 'n' A. See you later!