Chapter 2

I've been running for quite a while now. Those thugs lay behind me, dazed and confused, as I chart more territory along the way back home. I start to amble for a small amount of time, for there's only so long a pony can run for. I look down at my watch and squint to see the tiny green text across the screen:

6:30 P.M.

I've been running for almost all day now.

I stop, stunned, and look around me. I'm not sure where I am now; this area seems to be clear of danger and vacant...perfect. There's a shoveled out dirt trail snaking in between frost covered meadows and bushes. Trees form here and there, but it doesn't seem to be a forest I'm in. Going down the trail further would most likely be suicide because for one I'm not familiar with this territory. But, then again, I can't go back either. The word most likely has spread around Ponyville about the bosses death, and if I head back, I'll probably have a bounty on my head or whatever.

I take a deep breath.

And I begin to march further.

I march and march and march forward without taking a second to observe the scenery around me. At this point, I don't give a rats ass if some psycho killer jumps from a hole in the ground and covers me in pudding while he eats me to death. I stop, surprised of what I just thought of. Why would a psycho killer-

I shake my head. I can't afford to get distracted by little things. I must stay focused if I want to survive, that is.

Eventually, I come to a point where the trail ends. A big brown sign reads DEAD END! Great, now what I think to myself. I scan the area for anywhere I can go from here. I look in the distance. Nothing of importance there. I look behind me. Nothing I missed. I look in the snow. Nothing seems to be-. I spot a series of hoof prints leading to a jumble of broken trees aged with snow and dead leaves. Maybe I can get help from this person.

Or maybe, they'll decide to kill me instead.

I wake up in a black, cold world.

I'm lying on the floor, but not like the floor at home, but a cold, hard, concrete floor. My head stings as I slowly sit myself up. What just happened? I try to soothe my head of its pain, but I look down to see all four of my hooves tied up in sturdy rope. I also notice a wet cloth tied around my mouth. I scream for someone to help, but all that comes out is a faint mumble.

This is the end.

This is truly the end.

I collapse back on the ground and tuck my tied up hooves as close to my body as I can. I try to recap why I'm here in the first place, but the only thing I can remember is following the hoof prints and examining the wood. Then bam, here I am. I struggle to remember more, but fail.

I then begin to cry.

It's like a silent cry; tears streaming down your face, but no noise comes out. I let the tears flow as I lay there helplessly. At least, I think, I lived a sorta fulfilling life. I mean, I got a job, I had a girlfriend, everything. And now...look at me. Pathetic.

I cry and cry until a light shines into the room. I squint my eyes, not used to the light. When my eyes get adjusted, I see a figure standing in the doorway.

Holding my pistol.

Aimed at me.

My eyes widen to the fullest extent as the figure nears me slowly. I try to wiggle away, but alas, it's not easy to do so in rope. I then freeze and give up trying it get away. I then look into the eyes if the stranger. With the lights off, it's nearly impossible to see who the pony is. Is it a boy, a girl, an alien, what is it? It nears me and gets so close it's nearly touching me. It then unites the rope around my mouth. I gasp and take numerous deep breaths, glad to have that horrid thing off of me. The figure then walks by the door and flicks on the lights.

As of right now, I couldn't care less about what happened to me.

And if I'm lucky,

Nothing bad will happen at all.

Nothing...