A Lonely Soul

As consciousness beckoned me to come out of the darkness the sound of a camp fire was to greet me. My eyes fluttered open blinking a few times to get my vision strait. Looking around my eyes landed on a human crouching on a rock with a nasty looking blade in his right hand. He wore an olive colored jacket with 2 pockets and a elbow pad on his slightly torn right arm, a pair of blue jeans that had knee pads, black military boots covered in blood and mud, a hiking bag that was a blue color, and a black scarf covering his face. His brown eyes told me everything that he thought of me; no trust, angered, and annoyance.

We continued to stare at each other before I tried to speak up. "Um, hi." I said trying to make a smile; only to have that blade of his fly and nail itself into the wolfs body near my feet. He walked over before grabbing my collar and pulling me eye leveled.

"No listen here!" he yelled in my face. "I don't know who the hell you are so I'll make it quick. Are you human or a freak!?" I looked at him with eyes wide.

"W-what d-do you mean?!" I asked frantically.

"That bite mark on your wrist, it looks similar to a zed bite mark. How old is the bite? Are you infected?! TELL ME DAMMIT!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"I-I got that bite from a mutated dog a year ago, and what do you mean infected?" I asked him dropping me to the ground.

"What do I mean, you know zeds! Zombies! Infected people that came back and walk the Earth!" he said looking at me like I was a bumbass.

"What do you mean? Zombies? нет, the world was wiped out be nukes twenty years ago. No infection... unless you count radiation." I replied raising a brow. After that he seemed to start pacing in circles, seeing that this would take a while I sat down. On his back I noticed a strange looking rifle. It was like an AK but the grip was a tube of some sort with a rifle scope, bi-pod, and the barrel was longer than any of my rifles meaning it had range to it. The other thing is unlike my Mischa it doesn't have a bolt to it, the clip is shorter but longer as the stock just looked... foreign. "If I may ask, what is that rifle on you back?" I asked.

"Um, I don't really remember what its real name was but its was called the Bad News AR." he said before returning to pacing back and forth.

"So, it is an assault rifle?" I asked.

"No, not really. Its effective range is about... one thousand meters." I looked at the rifle with a new found jealousy. My rifle only had an effective range of eight hundred meters; mostly being for damage. "I think, maybe more." A full minute went by before speaking up again. "Alright, ether you and I are on crack or we are in a different universe." he said.

"Universe, why would you say universe?" I asked.

"One, we are both from Earth and by your accent I can tell you're Russian. I come from an Earth full of zombies while you come from one wiped out by a nuclear war. I do not know what kind of universe we are in but it seems we might be in a My Little Pony one." he said... wait what did he say?

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Liams PoV

"What do you mean?" asked the Russian.

"I mean we are in a land full of magical, talking, flying ponies." I replied.

"Um, that is not what I saw." he said crossing his arms.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"They are not horses, they look like humans but with horse faces and legs. They wear clothes and have a strange military." he said.

Anthropoid... as much as I prefer anthropoids I really hope that we didn't land in one full of HEATed mares or has a HEAT cycle nor season. "Anthros." I said.

"An-what?"

"Anthropoids, they look human but not exactly. Just hope we didn't land in one full of sexual crazed mares."

"I don't see problem." he said with a grin.

"Would you like to be chained up in a bed for a week or more being fucked every day?" I asked. His grin faded and looked at me in fear. "Yea, that's what I thought."

"And how do you know that?" he asked.

"I have read fan-fictions on the thing. Before you ask, the fans of the show; my little pony, are called Bronies. I being one of them. The fans would make art, stories, and music. I read a lot of anthropoid fanfics and there was this thing called HEAT season or a HEAT cycle caused them to become insane on having sex and will attack a male for it. The other thing is they are more likely to become impregnate during this." I informed we sat there in silence before a high-pitched scream caught my ear. Grabbing my Bad Luck or Lunar Bolt as I like to call it I ran for the source with that guy in tow. "Question, what is your name?" I asked while running.

"Romanov, why are we running and who are you?"

"Liam, I thought I heard someone scream." I said continuing my dash for whoever was in trouble.

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