Title:           Deadmeat Chronicles: Move to the Park
Author:          BadFicWriter
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First Edit:      Thursday 24th of May 2012 10:55:14 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 24th of May 2012 10:55:14 PM CDT

>It has been a few days since you left the alley.
>You have learned that there are lots of monsters.
>They are everywhere with strange fur that has no pattern.
>One time you think you saw one of these things rip its own fur off!
>They walk on two legs mostly but some use strange way to move.
>You have never seen bicycles and cars so such things are strange and mysterious.
>You stay out of site and move only when you are certain no monsters are around.
>As such you mainly move at night.
>When monsters do see you, you always fall down and not move.
>They say, “Another dead one.” “Man, these things die by the dozen.” “How do they live if they die so easily?”
>You keep hearing this dead word.
>You know it is significant but you don’t know why.
>One evening the smell of vegetation gets your attention.
>As the streets empty, you sneak from shadow to shadow until you see the source of the odor.
>You have never known that such a thing as a park existed.
>Seeing the fresh grass and leaves is the most beautiful thing you have seen.
>Your mouth waters as all you have eaten is what you could tip over from trash cans.
>You make it under a bush and look around making sure its safe.
>You start eating your fill of grass.
>After you have a full belly in days you go back the bush you have found.
>You pile up some loose grass and look at the little nest you made.
>Your body gives out and you pass out into the grass sleeping deeply.
>You feel safe for the first time since the monsters attacked.
>You wake the next day in the afternoon.
>You stretch and look out into the grassy area where you ate last night getting ready to go eat some more.
>Your heart skips as you see a monster a few feet away.
>You freeze looking at the horrible beast.
>It seems to be wearing the removable fur, but not as much as the other monsters.
>You see the deformed appendages these things walk on.
>At the end of their legs they do not have hooves but some misshapen thing.
>Its long and flat with five prongs sticking out.
>Around its waste it has a short patch of red fur and on its chest you see two mounds covered by another patch of red fur.
>It has yellow fur coming from its head halfway down its back.
>It reaches into some sort of pouch and brings out a small bottle.
>It sprays some stuff on its skin and puts the bottle back in the pouch.
>Ugggg, the stench!
>You try not to breathe the horrid air as this nasty monster sits just feet away.
>After what seem to be an eternity the creature gets up and you cannot believe what you see.
>Beyond where it was sitting is several more fluffies walking around.
>You even see what appear to be other small herds of fluffies.
>The monsters do not seem to be hurting them at all.
>These other fluffies seem to be playing with each other.
>Some are even in monster laps sitting!
>You watch from under the bush as these other fluffies go about their business.
>You see one walk up to a pond and lean over to drink only to fall in and quit moving.
>You see others pushing blocks and balls laughing and smiling.
>You see the herds walking around, those fluffies don’t seem to smile much.
>It seems as though you have stumbled onto some sort of fluffy paradise.
>you marvel at what you are seeing when a flat object slams through the bush landing next to you.
>It looks like a blue disc.
>You poke it with your hoof to see what it is when the bush moves.
>You look up and you are face to face with a monster.
>You have no time to freeze, it has seen you move.
>You stand frozen in abject terror waiting for whatever terrible thing this thing will do.
>After a minute the thing says, “Damn! These things are everywhere now! Animal control needs to come out here bad!”
>It picks up the disc and lets go of the bush, “Watch where your throwing man, got fluffy ponies out the ass in this place.”
>You stand for a minute not knowing what to think, the monster didn’t hurt you.
>You cautiously look out from the bush thinking that it might be different here.
>Other fluffies are here, maby its safe.
>”Goddamn furball!”
>You look around to see one of the monsters kick a fluffy pony.
>It is a pink Pegasus and its is soaring toward the pond.
>Its screaming, “Nuuuuuu, fwuffy onwy wan new daddy! Fwuffy sowwy!” it flaps its useless wings trying to avoid its fate.
>It lands in the water with a splash and quickly sinks.
>“Eat your fucking nummies on the bottom of the lake shit bag! Fuck I wish all these things were dead!” it says as it steps on another earth fluffy.
>You pile up the grass and hide in it shaking with fear.
>You found a place with food, but it is also a place of monsters and danger.
>You try to think and your head starts hurting.
>You think of how you ate fine from trash cans but the food smelled bad and wasn’t good.
>The food here is good but it has a lot of monsters.
>You think more, all the monsters in the alley attacked.
>Only some of the monsters here hurt fluffies.
>You hold your hooves on your head because of the pain of thinking.
>You decide here is the best place.
>You have no idea that you have just done something that has set you apart from the other fluffies.
>You eat some leaves from the bush and sleep.