- >You can feel grass beneath your feet.
- >The fresh wind is comforting.
- >Everything is a blur, your body adjusting to your new environment.
- >You can feel the virus already spreading from the bite.
- >Trees and flowers begin to take shape, though their appearence, much like the environment, is foreign to you.
- >A rainbow floats daintily above.
- >This seems like a nice place to die.
- >You draw your pistol, gripping it tightly.
- >You're doing this as your last heroic effort.
- >It's the right thing to do.
- >You don't want to turn on your friends.
- >You don't want them to suffer the same fate.
- >You have to do this.
- >For them.
- >The pistol begins to rise, slowly but surely.
- >You close your eyes.
- >Place it to your head.
- >Say your goodbyes.
- >And imagine her one last time.
- >Goodbye world.
- >...
- >Don't pussy out on this, damn it.
- >...
- >...
- >Fuck.
- >You squeeze the trigger, slowly but surely.
- >Doing it slowly will ease the pain.
- >Slowly.
- >Almost there...
- >...
- >You hear a scream nearby, a womanly scream at that.
- >Fuck it, one more good deed can't hurt.
- >You get up and run towards the origin of the scream.
- >There he is.
- >The same bastard who bit you.
- "Alright motherfucker, lets go." You say, charging at him.
- >You slam him, knocking him off of whoever he'd grabbed.
- >Startled, he's easily knock on his back.
- >You pin his arms with your knees.
- >Payback time, bitch.
- >You immediately begin wailing on his big, barbaric head.
- >Your fists tear through his necrotic flesh.
- >Blood splashes from his face like juice from a tomato.
- >Rage flows through you, your fury giving you brute strength.
- >This time, you don't stop until his forehead is inverted.
- >His polo shirt is tainted with his own blood, his gold necklace tarnished with bodily fluids.
- >You punch him until his spray tan wears off on your gloves.
- >You're going to make sure this fucker dies this time.
- >"Y-You saved me..." Says a voice behind you.
- >Your vision is quickly going red, the virus taking hold of you.
- >Everything around you begins to change into outlandish figures.
- >Madness begins to set in.
- >The grass beneath you is blood red.
- >The trees are becoming evil figures.
- >The woman you just saved is a purple horse.
- >Wait, what?
- >Oh right, madness.
- >"Are you ok?" She says, looking at you oddly.
- "K-Kill me..." You utter, coughing up specks of blood.
- >"What? What's wrong?" She asks, completely oblivious to your affliction.
- "Don't let m-me turn... P-Please, just end my suffering!" You yell, crawling towards her.
- >"I... Uh... give me a second..," She says, shying away from you.
- >Foam begins to flow forth from your mouth.
- "Hurry, before I-"
- >Your eyes roll back into your head, your body convulsing.
- >"Oh no!" The woman crys, rushing over to you.
- >Darkness envelops your vision, your mind loses grip of your body,
- >Game over man.
- >Game over.
- >A pink light dimly fades into the darkness.
- >One last beauty before your demise.
- >You black out.
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- >The shadows begin to recede.
- >A window of light opens ahead of you.
- >Maybe she fufilled your last wish after all.
- >The light grows larger and brighter, temporarily blinding you.
- >As your eyes adjust, you see leaves swaying above you.
- >The sunlight is heavenly.
- >Maybe there is an afterlife.
- >"Are you ok?"
- >Maybe not.
- "Am...Am I dead?" you say, sitting up.
- >"What!? No! You're perfectly fine."
- >Were you dreaming?
- >You stand up and look around you.
- >Bushes: Check.
- >Trees: Check.
- >Dead Zombie: Che-
- >Wait, what?
- >You're still here.
- >"You don't look like you're from around here." The woman asks you in a puzzled tone.
- "Probably not, I-"
- >Horse lady: Holy shit. Check.
- >What the actual fuck.
- "Are you SURE I'm alive? And I'm not just dreaming?" You say as you poke her face.
- >"Yes. You are very alive, and definitely awake." She says swatting your hand away with her... hoof.
- "Then what the fuck are you?" You say, rubbing your hand.
- >"A pony, of course. I should be asking what YOU are." She says, as a levitating book floats out of her bag.
- "No. Hell no. I'm dead. This is some sort of trick."
- >There is no way in hell this is real.
- >You're dead.
- >You're fucking dead.
- >The horse-pony thing is flipping through the levitating book.
- >"I guess I'm going to need to check in the library, unless you can tell me what you are yourself."
- "I'm a human. What else would I be?" you say, whilst you try to figure out what the fuck you're looking at.
- >"I've never seen a mammalian creature so... bald..."
- "How do you know I'm a mammal if you don't know what I am?" You say smugly.
- >See? this has to be some sort of cruel joke.
- >A very, very, VERY weird joke.
- >"Because you have soft skin, hair, and seem to be warm-blooded." She says, seemingly unaware of your confident attitude.
- "Ok. Fine. I'll accept the first two, but no way the third one is something you can tell by just looking at me."
- >Checkmate, bitch.
- >"Well, your blood sure felt warm," She said, wiping her foo-, er, hoof on the ground.
- "What do you mean by FELT warm?!"
- >She stares at your wrist.
- >Oh shit.
- >There's a huge stain of blood on your sweatshirt, right where she's gazing.
- >And it's growing.
- "Oh shit. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit."
- >"Just, stay calm... Everything will be... um.. fine..." She says, slowly walking toward you.
- >You're beginning to feel really, REALLY light headed.
- >"You'll be okay, I just ne-- -o -et y-u to a h----tal"
- "Wh-What?" You say, trying to piece together what you just heard.
- >"I sa-d, I n-ed to g-t -ou t- a hos---al!"
- "Wh... I... feel..."
- >Can't... Stay... Awake...
- >...
- >You're really going to die this time, aren't you?
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AiE Chapter 1: Blackout
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