Title:           Week16 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Saturday 9th of July 2016 01:39:03 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Monday 20th of March 2017 06:32:37 PM CDT

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>”I was wondering you you could help me with something…” Sour Sweet locks her hand together in front of her and raises her shoulders. “And I heard that you give after school help for things, and I know that you REALLY care about your students’ grades, so I was wondering if I could stay after school today.”
>You know that Zest’s arrival is most likely a minute away at best.
>Take another look at Sour Sweet; she warmly smiles at you with a pleading gaze. She stands motionless in the doorway, waiting for you to say something back.
“Well, I…” You tell her. “I mean, you are right. I do provide after school help. And you’re more than welcome to join Miss Zest and I during today’s session. So long you don’t mind hearing her music playing in the background.”
>”Her what?”
>You scratch the back of your head.
“Heh, well, as it turns out… Miss Zest usually has a lot of trouble paying attention in class, especially when she doesn’t have her music keeping her in a confident mood.”
>Sour Sweet looks to the ceiling and mumbles to herself. “Oh boy… it’s that no child left behind bullshit.” You’re pretty sure that’s what she whispered under her breath.
“Hmm? I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
>That humble look returns to the girl’s eyes. “Oh, I was just about to ask if you were letting her study and listen to music here, that’s all. It seems like an interesting approach.” She then adds in a lower tone. “I’m curious, Mr. Mous.”
>Stay as professional as you can.
“Yep, that’s exactly it.” You take away her reasons to become suspicious. “Principal Cinch and I have already worked everything out on the subject. This was the result.”
>Lemon Zest walks into the room from the hallway… with her headphones on and the volume up. Sour doesn’t look surprised, since she’s probably seen Zest about ten other times today.
>”I see you gave her headphones back.” Sour Sweet brings up.
“Of course, I did.” You play along. “They are hers, aren’t they?”
>”Indeed.” Sour Sweet turns around to check an imaginary watch that you saw wasn’t actually there. “Welp, I gotta go now.” She leans over to Zest as the girl briefly takes her headphones off to greet you and snarls something that sounds like: “If you won’t make a move, then I will.”
>You don’t say anything, unable to confirm whether on not Sour Sweet said what you thought she said due to the music blasting into the room from the earpiece. You’re basically basing your assumption on what you read from Sour Sweet’s lips.
>”Hi, Mr. Mous.” Lemon Zest greets you.
“Hey, Miss Zest.” You move along, waiting until the other girl is out of earshot. “Uh… what did she say?”
>She half-smiles, jokingly saying: “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” before sitting down in her seat.
>You don’t know what to make of this.
>As always, you do the usual routine where Zest listens to her music as she writes down her notes.
>You go over the lesson and flip past another slide every minute or so. Everything’s going completely smoothly.
>The lesson itself stops around a preview of the next in-class lecture that talk about the Norman invasion of Anglo-Saxon England of 1066 AD. A little something you have always loved to leave off on. It’s like the material you teach is music to your ears, making you feel the same enthusiasm that Zest does with her own music.
>If only everything in the system could work out this well.
“Well… that’s about it.” You quietly say, making it apparent to Zest that the lesson is over by turning off the overhead projector.
>She slips off her headphones after another loud rock song ends, gazing over at you. “Awesome. Thanks again, Mr. Mous” She quickly slips her materials away and stands up.
“No prob.”
>Zest walks out of the classroom, and you’re beginning to pack up your own things with a sense of complacency in your mind that’s cut short when you hear different voice sound from the doorway. “Hey, Mr. Mous.”
>Look over to the entrance to find Sour Sweet standing there, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.
“You’re… still here?” You ask her.
>She lowers her eyelids. “I didn’t want to interrupt your lesson. You know… wanted to wait until we were alone.”
>Force yourself in to a somewhat professional mode.
“Well… if you’d like to do an after school session, you’re more than welcome to join Miss Zest and I next time. But I’m afraid that the session for today just ended.” You now force a slight chuckle. “Heh, sorry. You’re a little late there.”
>She still steps further into the room. You watch her initial smile gradually turn into more of a… serious look.
“Is… there something you need?”
>Sweet starts to twirl her hair. “You could say that…”
>You begin to feel a little uncomfortable when the girl approaches close to your desk.
“Well, what is it you need help with?”
>”I was wondering if I could stay right now for an after school session.” Sweet tells you. “Because I know I’m only going to fall behind if I wait until tomorrow after the pop quiz.”
>Freeze in your seat, shocked at her precise guess. Did Sugarcoat tell her about the pop quiz dates for each class period?
>”I just want to be prepared, Mr. Mous.” Sweet raises her shoulders and clasps her hands together in front of herself. She lets a glimmer flutter through her eyes, pouting at you for longer and longer until you finally answer her.
“I’m sorry, there’s just no time left. I have to go home and get ready to eat dinner.”
>”Oh, I promise I won’t be long! Honest!”
>You start to pack your things to show that what she wants to happen isn’t happening… whatever it may actually be. Sweet continues to beg you to stay a little bit longer.
>”Just five minutes, that’s all. You don’t have to get your notes back out or anything like that.”
“Well how am I supposed to help you review, then?” You pick out every loophole in her argument you can.
>She leans onto your desk on the other side. “Just run it by me.”
“And how did you learn about the pop quizzes?”
>”It’s not that hard to predict you know.” She mockingly giggles. “But it’s okay. I thought the little system you had set up was kinda cute.”
>You stand up with as serious of a face you can make, looking at the clock to show your concern about the time. Something Sweet can’t control no matter what she does.
“Well, in any case, I have to get home before 5. And as you can see, it’s 4:32.” You almost coldly announce.
>Look back to see Sweet standing in the way of you and the open space of the classroom; she’s blocking the gap between your desk and the wall. “Then it’ll be 4:37 when you leave. Plenty of time to drive home.”
“Alright, very funny. But I need to eat dinner.” You boldly… foolishly walk up to her.
>She steps closer to you as well, practically face to face to you if you weren’t a few inches taller than her. She’s face to collarbone with you. “You sure you don’t want a little desert first?”
>That lack of subtlety.
>There’s no way to deflect this one. What she told you was completely explicit, and unmistakably lewd.
>But you’re far from the mood of dealing with this sort of thing you’re supposed to. It’s always been too awkward for you to address… perhaps you’ve just never imagine the whole “student comes on to teacher” thing happening to you.
>You’ve never mentally prepared for it.
>Force out a chuckle.
“Heh… riiiiiight, that’s a good one.” You back away, seeing in your desk is small enough to leap over. “Welp, I gotta go. Nice chatting with you.”
>Last resorts are hard to deal with too, you have to admit.
>There are too many papers and office supplies to get over your desk without knocking a ton of things to the floor. But it’s really worth it, to be honest. You look back to Sweet, who eyes the exact same surface you consider leaping over.
>She can tell how unwilling you are to confront this. Her bravery to make the move paid off. She knows how much less you’re actually going to do about it than she previously thought.
>After foreseeing your cheap little escape plan to jump away and run out of the room, Sweet realizes that there’s probably no way she’ll be able to truly corner you.
>The girl back away and lets you go without conflict. “I… sorry…” She blushes heavily. “Maybe that one sounded a bit weird.” She knows you’re going to go along with this rather than insist and point out that she just offered herself to you.
>She’s seen it now.
>”How about we walk through the halls and chat? It’ll save you time and answer my questions.” Sour Sweet suggests with an apologetic pout, fiddling with the bottom of her vest.
“Th-that’ll work.” You awkwardly answer, praying that this will never go in the other direction again. “Follow me, I’ll lock up.”
>…
>”So anyway… maybe that would be a better way to plan your pop quizzes.” Sweet concludes by the time the two of you make it to the front doors. She seems to take a lot of interest in fixing her hair as you reach the spot, as well as her vest she was messing with a minute earlier. Almost… emphasizing it.
>You really don’t think anything of this.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to make a new pattern each time there’s a quiz.” You agree as she steps outside with you through the doors. “Anyway, I’ll be seeing ya.”
>She’s not fixing her hair anymore. “See ya, Mr. Mous.” She happily skips away.
>You have a pretty damn bad feeling about this.
~
>Sit on the couch at home for a couple of hours, pretty much doing nothing other than relaxing.
>You wonder almost everything about what you’ve seen in Sour Sweet’s behavior.
>It does occur to you that she and Zest are in the same class with you teaching them. And they do seem to talk to eachother very often when they aren;t taking notes or anything. Which worries you, given Zest’s previous situation and the fact that Sweet came on to you today.
>And you still don’t know how to react to this happening. You never planned a way to deal with this sort of thing. The last thing you want to have to do is go to Cinch and bring up this thing that would obviously turn into a can of worms to close.
>It’s just too damn awkward, and not worth it in your opinion. Not if you can sweep it under the rug and pray that Sour Sweet is too embarrassed of her actions to do it again.
>The worst part is… you can’t stop thinking about what she would have done had you been a little bit more of a pushover. The girl might have done things with you during the next five minutes or so that would have gotten you into SERIOUS trouble.
>The whole idea of it all just makes your stomach churn, and hopefully in the way it should. at least, to a thought about this sort of thing.
>But the worst part is, she can always say that wants to see you after school tomorrow since she couldn’t see you today.
>It’s probably safe to say that you’re not relaxing anymore. You’re just sitting on the couch, thinking about one of your students who apparently has… feelings towards you.
>And you want NOTHING to do with a situation like this. Especially with the possibility of Cinch breathing down your neck after everything that happened with Lemon Zest… who just so happens to be Sour Sweet’s friend.
>How are you going to confront this? Should you tell the principal or just not kick up any more dust and hope that there won’t be any more drama of incidents from the students you teach.
>…
>One night of partially calm sleeping later and you’re up in the morning without one of those phone calls you hate so much. But that doesn’t stop you from being more sluggish than ever.
>It hadn’t occurred to you how much you had been worrying last night. Nor had it occurred to you how much worrying takes your energy away.
>You do the whole usual getting ready for the day… thing. Breakfast, shower, shavin- fuck it. You really don’t have the energy right now. You really want nothing more than to go back into bed and sleep until you get to teach history lessons to your students.
>When you head out the door and drive over to work, the dark clouds looming over your head dissipate a little bit.
>They go away completely when you make it to your classroom.
>Sit at your desk alone after letting a couple of the students in. Nothing else happens, and you’re free to dwell on your own thoughts for a little while.
>And nothing happens until your class where you Mentor Zest. But the thing you notice is… she’s not here. Instead, you find Sour Sweet and Indigo Zap sitting in their desks with big smiles on their faces as they look at eachother and then back at you.
>Nothing really to say, just start the lesson.
>You go about your lecture, strangely feeling a little bit less into it since Zest doesn’t seem to be in school right now.
>Finish up droning on about the things that you have a feeling only interest you in contrast to your students. The bell eventually rings before you get a chance to get to the end of your planned selection of powerpoint slides today.
>The students pack up and leave, all except for a certain Sour Sweet. You could have sworn you say Indigo Zap wink at her as she walked out the door.
>”Mr. Mous?” The girl had made it all the way to right in front of your desk without you noticing. “Can I… stay after school today? Just for a lesson.”
 
HARPY DASH THE HAPPY HARPY
>You're running as fast as you can through the dark meadow.
>Look to the skies as often as you can, making sure you don't see her swooping down in your direction.
>There's nothing so far.
>Good; you're getting tired.
>You take shelter behind a large old oak tree.
>It's when your heavy footfalls die down when you can hear the distant flapping of her wings.
>Oh fuck.
>They draw closer.
>"Where did you go?" Harpy Dash howls into the wind. "Get back here!"
>You honestly don't know how everything went so wrong.
>All you did was go zip-lining that one time.
>And she just came out of nowhere.
>You actually thought those wings growing off of her shoulders weren't real.
>That they were a costume of some sort.
>"Where are you?" Her voice now sounds in a less comfortable direction.
>She's circling the area, more than likely scanning the landscape with her sharp vision.
>You try to move around the tree at a better angle, one that puts the trunk between you and Dash just enough for you to stay hidden from her line of sight.
>Her voice is even closer this time.
>"I know you're here somewhere! I saw you!"
>You duck under a bush at the base of the tree, hoping that the leaves and twigs are thick enough to submerge you from view.
>And so you wait, but to no avail.
>"There you are!"
>Right as you hear this, you take off running.
"Nooo! God damn it, no! Go away!"
>She can be heard swooping in, minimizing the distance between you and her.
>"Come here you little dreamboat." She speaks as her talons extend in your direction.
>You duck at just the right moment; the talons almost scrape the top of your head.
>And now you see her soar right over you, surging ahead into the misty environment.
>She isn't visible for long, disappearing into the mist as she makes yet another upward turn to be able to dive in.
>But you're still visible to her.
>Take a look to the sky, hoping that you might get at least some sort of clue about her presence before she gets close enough for it to be too late for your escape.
>You're so out of breath, you can't take it anymore.
>The best option is to hide, but the bush she saw you hiding in is the lushest and largest bush you can find.
>There's literally nowhere else to go.
>"Come on, dude! Just come chill with me for a bit!"
"No! No, fuck off! I saw what your friend Rarity did to my friend!"
>"Will you relax? She said she'd promise not to eat anyone!"
>You hide behind another tree from the direction you heard Dash's voice from.
>Hyperventilating with you back against the solid bark of the trunk,
"I saw him!"
>Silence, aside the occasional gust of wind.
"I saw what was left of him! Nobody else wears an OBEY cap!"
>"Oh, that's not true! There are so many people around here who wear those! And most of them are hoodrats anyway! She probably ate one of those!"
>Her voice is more distant now... and stationary.
>She's perched up on top of something, isn't she?
"DAAAASH!" You blare. "I'm not going with you!"
>"Yes you are!"
>Her voice is... closer?
>You start to hear light footsteps... thought they sound different than normal footsteps.
>It's her talons pressing against the ground as she runs; you take off.
>She must have figured you were looking at the sky.
"Go away!"
>She doesn't answer this time, only drawing closer as you're too exhausted to keep running.
>The harpy girl has been flying all this time... getting you to tire yourself out without having to break much of a sweat.
>If anything, she knew that it would have to come to this... her running towards you and you not being fast enough to get away.
>"Come here!" Her voice is literally a few feet behind you now.
>Before you know it, you're tackled to the ground with light blue feathers getting in the way of your view of where to desperately run to.
>You're even too tired to struggle.
"NO!" You scream. "No! No! Nooooo! I saw what Rarity did! I saw it!"
>Harpy Dash's talons clasp onto your shoulders and she starts to flap her wings.
>You put up a little bit of a fight, weakly swinging loose fists in her direction.
>Her toned body easily takes the soft blows. It's hopeless.
>Harpy Dash picks you up and starts to lift you to a height where you become more concerned about not falling than breaking free of the tight grip.
"God... DAMMIT!"
>"Just chill, dude. It'll be fine!"
>She drags you in the air all the way back to... wherever her lair is.
>Kicking and screaming.
>Now the fear is what's causing you to become out of breath.
>You're even more exhausted than before as you feel yourself get dropped onto a somewhat soft surface.
>There are countless twigs and tufts of hay beneath you, cushioning your shote fall.
>But there are still gray clouds above you -- you're still outside.
>"Alright, dude. Listen." Harpy Dash promptly appears in your field of view, looming over you with her wings on her hips as though they were the arms of a moody person.
"No! Let me go!"
>"Just chill! Alright? Nothing happened to your friend!"
>You stand up, expecting to have to put up a fight with a Harpy Dash who wants you to stay down.
>She does nothing.
>As you stumble on your feet in the middle of this bedroom sized nest, you make your way over to the edge and look over it.
>You already knew something was off when you didn't see any trees or hills from where you were standing.
>And you don't see any at all until you look over the edge and fix your gaze onto the land REALLY far below.
>There is no way any living being will survive a drop that massive.
"Shit..."
>"Yeah, I wouldn't jump if I were you."
"Might as well." You internally say 'fuck it' and decide that leaping to your death is a much better alternative to getting eaten alive.
>Right as you try to go over, Harpy Dash's talons catch you once more and pull you back over the edge with a few strong flaps of those light blue feathered wings.
>"What are you so scared of?" Dash watches you stumble down to your ass and look up at her still standing if front of you.
>You're shaking uncontrollably, realizing that it's impossible to even choose your own death.
>"I'm not gonna eat you or anything, dude." Dash reveals.
>It takes you a few seconds to register this, and a few more seconds to start to believe it.
"You... what?" Your breathing slows for the first time in probably a half an hour.
>"I'm not gonna fucking eat you, you dumbass!"
"I..." You're still visibly shaking.
>She steps closer to you as you lower your shoulders.
>You're getting a better look at Harpy Dash now, subconsciously admiring her curved abdomen and glistening skin.
>"Dude... I just want to hang out with you."
"I... I don't like heights." You bring up. "S-sorry."
She scoffs. "Oh, please! That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard. You're safe up here!"
"Yeah... well." You mentally grasp at straws for an excuse for her to let you back down.
>"Well what?"
"I still know what Rarity did to my friend."
>"She didn't so shit!"
"She's a fucking giant spider! She'd eat people if given the chance!"
>"But she knows you and your friends. So do the rest of my friends!"
>You try to stand up again, but Harpy Dash doesn't stand by this time and tackles you back down to the ground.
>"Dude... chill! I'm not gonna hurt you!"
>You start screaming anyway, unable to maintain your composure.
>"CHILL, DUDE!"
>Harpy Dash wrestles you into lying still on your back. She presses you against herself, forcing you to feel her breasts press onto your neck and chin.
>You look up to her, and she gives you an annoyed look back down in return.
>She sees the intense fear in your eyes.
>"What are you so scared of?"
>You try to break free from her grasp, but she's stronger than you and still with a lot more stamina.
>"You gotta calm down, man."
"I... I...."
>"Shhhhh.... just chill. Okay?"
>You can't help but look down at the nave blue tank top she's wearing, tightly hugging her busty chest and womanly torso.
>But you do even less to stop your panicking.
>And Dash doesn't exactly have hands to hold your arms still from flailing like those of a damn maniac.
>Then again, you kind of turned into one at the moment.
>"Hey..." She obviously noticed you looking down at her body. "You gotta stop being scared, alright?"
>Your breathing picks up again after your hormones force your feeling to not know what they're doing anymore again.
"I t-told you... I don't like heights."
>You really should have at least told her this when she first picked you up.
>Maybe she would have let you down out of pity before you were too high up to care about being let go.
>"You're such a pussy, holy shit. It's totally safe up here."
"How do you know?"
>"Because I just do! I built this damn thing, didn't I?"
>You're still shaking, reminded of how high up from the ground you are.
"I don't know what you know!" You're too freaked out to keep yourself from staring at her breasts being held under her tank top. "So I can't be as sure as you are and you know that! I don't want to stay up here!"
>"Why would you want to leave because of something you are afraid of that you know isn't even true, then?"
"B-because..."
>"You don't trust me?"
"Why the fuck would I trust you? You pretty much kidnapped me! How can you expect me not to be shaken up?"
>Dash groans. "Ugh, just shut up, okay? You're staying up here with me... little dreamboat." She calls you that name again.
>Her rainbow hair flows gloriously in the sky winds.
>"Dude..." She leans into you, now. "You're going to be fine."
"I sure as hell don't feel fine." You forgot what you were going to say right before this.
>She still doesn't have hands to hold your arms still, and you find yourself nervously pushing on her shoulders to get off of you.
>One of the straps of her tank top breaks.
>"Oh, fuck. God dammit, dude! This was my last good shirt!"
"It's not my fault I'm so shaken up, you know! You're the one who brought me up here! And I told you I don't like heights."
>"You're afraid of heights." She corrects you.
>Normally, you'd just revert it to not liking heights, but the element of fear actually works in favor of your argument to be let back down to the ground.
"Yeah... yeah, okay. I'm afraid of heights. Happy?"
>You can't tell that she's staring at you for a few seconds, because your eyes are focused on her body instead of her face again.
>"Dude, you're checking me out, aren't you?"
"Fine, yes! I am, whatever! I can't control myself right now! Because I'm afraid of heights and it throws my brain out the fucking window when I'm up high, okay?"
>"Well stop being scared!"
"Are you serious? I can't just stop being scared!"
>"Yeah, you can. Just get horny or something instead." She deliberately breaks the other strap of her tank top, turning it into a makeshift tube top.
"What are you doing?" You start shaking even more from anxiety. "I already told you I'm afraid of heights and can't control it? Can't that be enough for you?"
>"Dude, come here." Dash leans into you again.
>You struggle a little bit more, but not as hard this time.
"What are you doing?"
>"Stop being scared." Her mouth is next to your ear.
"Fine. I'm not scared. I'm horny. Happy?"
>"Yes, I'm a happy harpy. Now shut up." She doesn't believe you.
"Just let me do-" You're cut off by a sneaky kiss that ambushes your lips.
>"Just shut up, dreamboat." Harpy Dash repeats after she breaks the kiss.
>Your shaking stops as you lean back down onto your back with Dash pressing her body against your from above.
>She kisses you more and more furiously... and your fear of height fades for the moment at least.
>You watch the harpy girl rip the tank top from the middle in the front. The thing was already starting to slide down and reveal her nipples.
>"Welp, looks like this thing is ruined." Dash proclaims.
"Well, I-"
>"Quiet."
>She kisses you again, whispering something during the kiss about you being a crybaby or something.
>You're already getting a boner from her legs on each side of your pelvic area.
>She completely tears the tank top away from herself and throws it to the side.
>Instinctively, you reach out and grab on to her breasts.
>"Ha! What happened to you being scared of heights?"
>She interrupts you before you have a chance to answer.
>"Just get your dick out, for fuck's sake. I don't have time for chitchat."
"What? Why?"
>"Because you're scared of heights."
"Uh..."
>"Unless you don't want to."
>You lie there on your back, silent.
>Staring up at her.
>Those nipples are poking out further each second from the cold wind.
>You watch her lower back down onto you as your nod answers for your nervous mouth.
>And she kisses you again, hugging you with her wings and letting you pull she short shorts down.
>It's not clear how it happened, but Harpy Dash managed to get your dick out on her own.
>"You're a big guy." She compliments.
"Okay."
>Before you know it, your member is slid into her as your shivering starts up again, but this time from sexual arousal.
>Maybe the corpse with the OBEY cap wasn't your friend after all.
>You're only considering this now because sex.
>Harpy Dash hops on you more and more until you heat up and feel yourself start to involuntarily undulate.
>Thrusting you hips up into where her legs clamp onto your waist.
>And she clamps harder, making it more of a challenge for you to move.
>But you move harder, forcing yourself to ejaculate a little early.
>You throw your head back and let out a deep sigh.
"Ugh..."
>As you focus on the Harpy again, questioning why she teased you with sex so quickly, you notice her raising one of her talons to her side.
>Your dick slips out of her pussy, letting the huge load of cum spill out with a soft popping noise.
"Wh-wha..."
>"You're so gullible, dude. Why do you think a bird would bring a squirrel up to its nest?" She swiftly swings her talon across your throat.
>You make a desperate gurgling sound.
>Hopeless.
>"Nighty night, dreamboat. I'm sure you'll be delicious."
>You continue to make the noises you were making.
>"Oh stop it, at least I'm not going to eat you alive!"
>As you gradually bleed out and die, you can only think one thing.
>You were right about the OBEY cap all along. You should have never gone zip-lining.
FIN
 
FriENDship:
>Down the musty road, the vehicles form a line through the darkness. Their headlights connecting through the illumination shone by the beams desperately reaching out to the word in front of them.
>All are silent, even the engines of the SUV’s run at a low tone.
>The night drags on as everyone stops praying for something to go right and simply wait for the hellish experience to be over. Those smiles from before…. it’s as though the never existed in the first place at this point.
>This day… and this night has transformed the entire universe. Destroyed any chance at happiness anyone could have gotten. The hours grow later, and the occasional growls from nearby passing by zombies send chills into everyone’s souls.
>More hours pass, and the tanks of the law enforcement vehicles begin to run lower and lower on fuel. But they still have more fuel than there is hope in anyone’s heart.
>Pinkie Pie herself has run out of tears to cry. Sunset and Rarity keep their own eyes closed to replace the ugly darkness with one they’ve at least gotten used to when they went to sleep every night… back when good times existed.
>There used to be words of encouragement between the people in the cars. There used to be an attempt at obtaining hope that no one had. Now the attempts have stopped.
>No point.
>Loneliness has conquered the night around the cars, and despair has conquered the world.
>Trixie is the first to notice an orange light soon appearing on the horizon — it is far, far too early for morning to have come.
>There is no morning that could come from this night, and there will be no morning.
>The orange light is sharp and churning with what are soon to be identified as flames. They are… spreading. Far too fast to be un-aided in their growth.
>Once the line of small dots of lights hovering over the flames become apparent, it’s clear where the flames come from.
>And where they are about to be.
>No one, not a single person makes an attempt to drive out of the path of the inferno. They keep driving forward at first, perhaps imagining the entire event to be a mirage. But that doesn’t explain the fact that their former friends see the same thing.
>No one can be friends anymore. There can’t be friendship with no happiness.
>And it was quite strange how long it took the military to do something about the outbreak. Then again, this action they’re taking does feel a bit… early. If only everyone was given some more time to at least fight for their lives. Time to live at least a few more hours.
>Or some other solution to solve the problem that sows pain unto the world.
>But who is anyone kidding? No one is fighting for their lives anymore. Almost everyone has lost such a privilege already.
>What is there even left to fight for?
>One by one, the cars stop in their tracks. No one cries — just stares straight forward as the wall of flames draws closer.
>The military approaches… soon to fulfill their promised duty and end the suffering.
>Here they come.
>Everyone in the cars, never seeing themselves as unique individuals again, collectively accept their fate. Death is such a relief in this situation. Having nowhere to run, to eventually have nowhere to hide.
>Nowhere to go in hell.
>The sounds of the plane engines draw closer, as well as the sounds of countless explosions. Incinerary weapons used to clear out the undead threat that has killed the spirit of the world.
>More and more are being dropped, closer.
>One by one, the cars stop, soon finding themselves in stationary positions not far from one another. They sit there, watching the line of explosions draw closer still.
>It looks like carpet bombing was the military’s only option. This would have been everyone’s fate whether they stayed at the station or not.
>The explosions become close enough to shake the ground beneath the tires, soon spreading their flames onto the glass of the windows.
>And it was finally over.