AiE Chapter 7: Ambience

>That explains everything.

>The virus, the supplies, the clothing...

>Everything.

>That's what you couldn't remember about Earth.

 

>You were living in a zombie apocalypse.

 

>And you survived.

>Spike was right.

>You ARE awesome.

 

>But... Where are your friends?

>Most of all, where is she?

>Where is Noko?

 

>"That's... quite the story Anon. I can see why you wouldn't want to go back," Twilight said, wiping a small tear away, "You're even more of a hero than I thought."

>"Yeah Anon, that was amazing!" Spike yelled, now even more enamoured with you.

>Twilight got another notebook off of the shelf, already having gone through at least 4 by now.

>"Now, if I could ask, what exactly is a 'rifle'? You mentioned that in the story several times."

"It's a-"

>No.

>You are NOT going to tell them anything about that.

>You're already on thin ice here.

>And you definitely don't want to introduce the idea of firearms to such a peaceful place.

"You know, on second thought, I think I'm pretty tired. I'm gonna go to bed now."

>"But what about the-"

"Good night!"

>Wait a minute.

>Twilight never found you a place to sleep.

>PLAN B!

"I'm just gonna... curl up on the floor here..." You say, trying to find a position that isn't uncomfortable as hell on this wooden floor.

>"Are you sure you don't want a-"

>You let out the biggest, fakest snore you can muster.

>Man, you just have the best ideas.

>Dumbass.

>"Hmm... Odd..," Twilight says in a puzzled tone, "Note: Humans require minimal materials for sleep and can nod off almost instantaneously."

>As she's talking to herself, you hear a scratching noise, almost like a pencil to pap-.

>Oh my God.

>She actually took that seriously.

 

>You wait a couple minutes for Twilight and Spike to walk away.

>Apparently, they were tired too, seeing as the lights just went out.

>Well then, looks like you have to sleep now.

>Good night, self.

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>Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

>Why did you have to sleep on a wooden floor?

>Dirt was better than this shit.

>You can't even feel your right leg.

>"Good morning, Anon!" You hear Twilight chime as she walks down the stairs.

>You try and peel your limp body off of the hardwood floor.

>"How was your sleep?" Twilight said while grabbing her saddle-bag-thing.

>She seems pretty cheery.

>No need to ruin her mood.

>Right?

>Fuck that shit.

>You feel like you got hit by a train.

"Terrible."

>That's right.

>You don't take that shit lying down.

>Well, besides the fact you did.

>"I'm sorry to hear that, Anon," Twilight said, looking slightly disappointed, "I guess I'll have to add 'finding Anon better sleeping arrangements' to my checklist for today."

>Spike walks down the stairs, carrying a thick spool of paper.

>"Spike, add-"

>"Yeah yeah I heard you." Spike grumbled, making it pretty clear he's not a morning person.

>He unrolls the spool slightly, revealing a portion of the list.

>It's just check-boxes next to pictures.

>Well, saves paper, I guess.

>"Well, Anon, I'm off to run some morning errands!" Twilight says, trotting over to the door.

>Your stomach growls loudly.

"Uh, what about breakfast?" You ask, remembering that you haven't had food in 3 days.

>"I'll get you something and come back," She spoke as she walked out the door.

>Great.

>Hopefully you won't starve.

>Thankfully you had some tea at the hospital, or else you'd probably died of thirst by now.

>Speaking of thirst, you're parched.

>Maybe there's a canteen in your rucksack.

>You toss aside the items from before, and pull out a bottle of warm water.

>That shit gets downed in ten seconds flat.

>Hey, there's another zipper in here.

>Apparently, you don't remember 'everything'.

>Strange, why would there be a pocket inside a pocket?

>You pull out a cylinder covered in brown paper.

>Hmmm... interesting.

>You carefully unwrap the paper, which you clearly put on very meticulously to make it re-usable.

>It's a rolled up magazine...

>I wonder what it i-

>Oh.

 

>Oh my.

 

>It's crinkled and slightly worn, but it's most certainly a nudie mag.

>You open it up and flip through the pages.

>Thank god they aren't sticky, even if it is your magazine.

>Oh shit.

>You're the only human in this world.

>As in no women.

>Shit.

>Forever alone.jpg

>No women...

>Looks like you're going to be spending a lot of time with Palmela Handerson.

>Speaking of which, I wonder how long it will take Twilight to get back...

>No.

>You can't clean that shit up.

>You're not even sure if there's such thing as tissues here.

>Oh God.

>There might not even be a bathroom here.

>You don't know how ponies work, man.

>You should probably look around the house for one of those, just in case it takes her a while to come home.

 

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>After a few short minutes, you've found one.

>It's pretty small, but it should work.

>Heheheh, maybe you can use it right now...

>You grab the nudie mag out of your backpack.

>As you open it up, it seems like there's something else in here.

>A secret inside a secret inside a secret?

>That's really weird.

>It's another photo, but this time, it's almost pristine.

>And there's a note.

>'Dear Anon, I found this in your bag the other day. Since we'll be out of here soon, I figure I might as well give you a preview of what you'll be getting. -Love, Noko.'

>Wat.

>You look at the photo.

>Nosebleed activated.

 

>It's a picture of Noko topless.

>GOD DAMN IT WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE JUST WENT WITH THEM BLARGHADFDKAL;FJA;DKG'DJKJ;K

>Now you're really feeling the pain of being forever alone.

>Well, you do have this photo...

>"Anon? You there? I got you a sandwich from the cafe! Hello?"

>Damn it Twilight, way to ruin it.

"Yeah yeah, I'm here," You gripe.

>"Oh, did I interrupt something?" She said, walking upstairs.

"Uh, no, nothing at all... nothing at all..."

>"That's good. Here's your sandwich."

>Aw yeah, some noms.

>Wonder what kind of sandwich it i-

>What the fuck is this shit.

"Uh, what kind of sandwich is this?" You ask, slightly discouraged.

>"A daffodil sandwich, of course! My favorite!" Twilight says, not picking up on your disappointment.

>God damn it.

>Horses are herbivores, aren't they?

>Damn.

>"Well, we're going back out. See you later this evening!" Twilight says, walking back down the stairs.

>Spike follows suit.

>Once the door closes, you take a seat on a stool on the upper level.

>Well, might as well try this thing.

>You take a small bite.

>Hey, not bad.

>It's kind of sweet, which is perfect for a breakfast food.

>It doesn't take long before the whole thing is gone.

>Wait, did Twilight say this evening?

>Well, now that your stomach is filled, why don't you go empty something else...

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>After a nice session of "alone time" with the picture, you realize that you're going to be here for quite a while.

>What to do, what to do...

>Wait, this is a library.

>You're a derp.

>You should see what pony literature is like.

>That should shorten the time.

>This one has a picture of a leaf on the front.

>Cool, I guess.

>Time to see what's inside this bab-

>What the fuck.

>This isn't english.

>This looks like some sort of ancient cuneiform shit.

>Or Unitoligist script.

 

>Damn, now you miss vidya too.

>And you've already gone a couple years without that because of the whole 'downfall of society' that comes with a zombie apocalypse.

>This is going to be boring as hell, isn't it?

 

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>After what seemed like an eternity of twiddling your thumbs, counting, and daydreaming, it's finally evening.

>It isn't long before Twilight comes back this time.

>And she's got a lot of grocery bags.

>Well, mostly Spike, whose head isn't even visible through the cluster of bags.

>"Hey Anon, I got you something while I was out." Twilight says, pulling something out of one of the brown bags.

>It's a much larger version of the notepads she's been using.

>She also floats a pencil over to you.

>"Here, I figure you can use this to log your daily experiences, or even pass the time," Twilight says, "I know I like to write in my spare time!"

>Really?

>After all the writing you do all day, you like to write?

>Someone's a ner-

>On second thought, you don't feel like being anything like that Guido zombie douchebag.

>Wait a minute.

>OH SHIT!

"Twilight! I just remembered!," You exclaim, "That zombie in the forest, we can send it back to Celestia to study in my place!"

>"Great idea Anon! We should get it before it decomposes too much!" Twilight says, her horn beginning to illuminate.

>Oh come on, do you have to teleport EVERYWHERE?!

 

>After another period of temporary blindness, you're back in a familiar setting.

>It's the forest you were in when you got here.

>"We should split up, maybe we'll be able to find it faster!" Twilight exclaims as she gallops into the darkness beyond the trees.

>Hell, why not.

>You begin to go in the opposite direction, until something gets your attention.

>Oh god, it smells like someone died in a bathroom at an Indian food restaurant.

>Against your better judgement, you head in the direction of the smell.

 

>After a short walk, you find what you were looking for.

>Oh god, it's even worse up close.

"Twilight! I found it!" You yell into the sky,

>"Hey Anon, I found something too! Come check it out!"

>She's not that far away.

>You make your way through the bushes, definitely the ones you went through when you first got here.

>"Do you know what this thing is Anon?"

>Oh shit.

>She's got my pistol.

>Before you can say anything, she begins to look down the barrel.

"TWILIGHT, NO!" You shout as you dive for the pistol.

 

 

>A shot echoes through the forest.

 

 

>Your ears are ringing.

>The flash is burning your eyes.

"Twilight? TWILIGHT?!" You scream as you fumble around for some trace of her.

>You hear something faintly.

"Twilight, is that you?!" You yell, now searching even more frantically.

>You hear a small groan.

 

>Your sight begins to return.

>You can see Twilight lying on the ground.

"Twi, are you okay?!" You shout as you crawl over to her.

 

>"I... I..." She whispers weakly.

 

>You pick her up, propping her body up on your knee.

>She rolls her head to look at you.

>"Wha... What happened..?"

>The front of her mane is scorched.

"Are you alright?!" You ask, getting slightly choked up.

>You brush her mane out of her face.

>There's some pretty bad powder burns on her forehead.

>"My... My leg..." She whimpers, holding back tears.

>Oh shit.

>Her right foreleg is pretty bad.

>She seems to have fallen on a sharp rock.

>The bullet went over her head, thank god.

"Don't worry, I'll get you to the hospital somehow."

>That cut is really deep.

>"But... Princess... Lay low..." She says, barely managing to form that short fragment through the pain.

"Twilight, I'm afraid of what might happen if I don't get you there ASAP."

>She's bleeding heavily.

>"I... I can... t-tele..." She utters lightly, her horn taking a faint glow.

>She faints, unable to muster the strength.

>Fuck, this isn't good.

>You use your survival knowledge to remember the old moss/civilization trick.

>You run, no, SPRINT through the forest while holding Twilight at your right side.

>She's under your shoulder and being held up by your forearm, almost like how you'd carry a football.

>The darkness in the forest begins to clear, and a town is visible.

>As soon as you break the plane of trees, you can see a big building with a cross on it about 100 yards away.

>Time to go for a fucking touchdown.

 

>As you make a break for it, a Rainbow forms out of the night sky.

>What the fuck...

>LET GO OF MY FRIEND YOU FREAK!!!"

>What the fuck was thaOH FUCK.

 

>Shit, it feels like you just got punched in the chest.

>By Mike Tyson.

>You being to fall.

>You roll to your left so you don't crush Twilight.

>FUCK, THAT HURTS EVEN WORSE.

>FUCKSHITWHOREBITCHTITSMCFUCKINGGEE.

>You think you broke at least 3 of your ribs on your left.

>Even though it hurts like a MOTHERFUCKER, you still need to save Twilight.

>You begin to resume your dash, but you see a blue pony on the ground.

>She's out cold...

>Wait, did she just tackle you out of the clouds?

>Fuck you, you little-

>Oh shit, she's bleeding from her forehead.

>A lot.

>Looks like you've got two lives to save.

 

>You try to run, but pain immediately stops you.

>Limping fast will have to suffice.

>50 yards...

 

>40 yards...

 

>30 yar-

>Oh shit.

 

>Something's not right.

>Gotta keep going...

 

>20 yards...

>Your chest feels heavy.

 

>10 more yards...

>Your breathing is pretty shallow...

 

>5... yards...

>Can't... breathe...

>You stumble, and smash your head on the door.

>Not... gonna...

 

>God... damn... it...

 

>The door opens.

>It's a nurse.

>She begins shouting something.

>You can see several medical carts being wheeled down the hall.

 

>Touchdown.