So Cold
A fanfic by WolfoMatic
My sheer freezing body is the only thing I can think about.
I lay dead still on the cold wood floor of an abandoned cabin, or as I like to call it, home. The cool winter breeze outside proves to be outmatching the not-well built panelling of the walls, so therefore it feels as though I were standing in the middle of a bizzard. It's been 3 months since the accident occured. Three months of Equestrias demise slowly building up to that faithful day when maybe, possibly, the world will be saved. But...that most likely will never happening, concidering multiple ponies have already attempted to end the streak of constant winter. All I can do as of now...is hope. Hope that one day, some how, a pony will come and save us all from this frozen hell, and care for us in the days of need.
A couple of weeks ago, I was treaking the area for shelter to use for a temporary or, if I was lucky enough, a perminant home. I walked chest deep in mounds of snow, continueslly marching along until I felt my legs would give out. When suddenly, I stumbled upon what looked like a small cozy cabin, completely empty. I causuouslly creaked open the door (for I didn't want to encounter a gang or whatnot) and to my surprise, nothing. So thats where I am today, same cabin, same enviroment, nothings changes since then. Tomorrow I hope to explore a territory most fear: The Forest Of Powder. I'll put those thoughts aside, for I need to rest because I need all the energy I can get for tomorrow. And hopefully, it'll all turn out ok.
I wake up with a sensation of being watched. This feeling is new to me, because I rarely ever see another pony around, especially in a secluded area like this. I find my self quickly pulling myself off the ground and frantically looking around. Nothing. A false alarm. I begin to relax, when I feel the impact of a bat slam me in the back of the head. Then, blackness.
I open my eyes and see two figures of ponies with hoodies covering their faces. They seem to be discussing something, maybe what to do with me perhaps? I then close my eyes.
My eyes flicker open again to see the same two figures standing to my right, but this time, theres another pony. This pony isn't wearing a hood. Instead, he's showing off his perfect brown hair and his striking blue eyes. It seems like he wants to show off. He hands the two hooded men a briefcase full of money, then my eyes shut once more.
I groan and sit up, this time, the two hooded mares arn't here, nor is the Perfect Pony. Instead, I'm not in my cabin anymore, no, I'm hung in between 3 sturdy branches sagging close to the ground. I suddenly fall back due to a lack of balance; Luckily, but not surprisingly, my impact was cushioned by a giant patch of snow. I got up, shook off the snow, and took a moment to recap what just happened. It seems as though I was just Robbed, Odviously, but what was that Perfect Pony doing there? And why was he giving them money for the actions they did?
I put my questions aside and stand up on my four hooves. My messy brown hair fells wet, and my yellow body is smothered in snow. Not knowing what to do, I slowly scan the area to see where I was. After a minute or two of scouting out the area, I found out where I was. Shit! I whisper to myself. I was in one of the most dangerous places other than The Forest Of Powder: I was in Ponyville.