I start moving slowly towards the debris of the house, looking if I can find something useful to use.

After some minutes of searching, I am lucky enough to find my iPad with an Otterbox Defender, still in tact, the iPad itself having small scratches on the screen, the case though, demolished.

“Hed z’mindischt sini Arbeit gleistet” [Translated : “At Least it has done its work.”] I say out loud, picking it up, not removing the case incase I will let it fall from a small height and see that the only piece of good technology in this shitworld I am now in will get destroyed.

I look around, seeing nothing more then debris and debris of the house that crashes into this strange world.

My mind starts racing, giving me thousands and thousands of questions, one of which, “How will I come back?”, that idea, struck me like lightning, but for now, my answer was “I will find a solution”

I slowly walk out of the debris, hoping I won’t trip, but as much as life hates me, I trip anyways, hitting a sharp edge of a small piece debris with my hand, stinging into my hand, giving a cut into my hand.

Since day one of my life I’ve hated cuts and bruises and have been very sensitive with those, but gotten over the year less sensitive with the pain, but I still stand quickly up, letting out a groan of pain, seeing blood coming a bit out.

I continue walking, looking around, always checking that there is nothing close to me, but the fog so close to me, I wasn’t really able to see, only smell and hear, and it stank, making me able to use only the hearing, eyesight was very limited, smelling was terrible so I had to use a handmade gasmask, which is made from my hands.

After quite some time of aimless wandering around in the fog, I hear a roar coming from my right, loud, hurting my ears.

I turn to the left, running what it takes, and since I had 3-4 in sport, I was going nowhere, I mean, atleast I was getting the feeling the distance is getting bigger, but that feeling, died off when I attempted to hear what was going on.

I hear loud pounding and the same roar, closer, and the pounding always coming closer and closer.

I turned my head while running, of course that leading me to fall, but I only tripped and tripped, not falling, that might be because the ground was relative clean and was straight, no bumps or something like that, or atleast, that’s what I felt.

I saw what came closer and closer, it was something terrifying but cartoonish, it looked like something of World of Warcraft, something that used to transport the Horde team from point A to B...what was it’s name again? I didn’t care about it’s name, all I cared was what will happen to me when he gets me.

I turn back around and see the fog slowly fading away, but when I came to the edge of the fog, it was just gone, now...I’ve been met with darkness, the clouds a heavy black, giving the look as if it wants to start a storm any moment now.

I didn’t care where I was running into, where I was running to, what I only cared, was to get that World of Warcraft thingy away from me.

I was surprised I still wasn’t catched by that thing, but I then I something in front of me, that thing, roaring at me, scaring the living crap out of me.

I thought now, I can’t turn, else I will be caught by his acceleration, I can’t turn, then I lose speed and be caught by his acceleration...there was only one thing to do, be a man and fight him, jump over him or try to turn and run.

First option was out of the question, he was definitely too strong versus me, jumping over him won’t be a good idea because he has a tail that looks like a scorpion one, and the end didn’t seem very appealing to me either, when that hits me, it’s over with life.

Being the logical dude I am, I run up to him and punch him into the eye, I mean, holy crap those eyes are big, why not use that opportunity?

The manticore, well, didn’t do anything, instead, it roared and scratches my face, making me yell and go aggressive, but because I always collect anger and then burst out in one single go and go apeshit, I wasn’t going anywhere, so I try to use my warface, truth be told, it kinda worked, in confusion way, the manticore just got confused when he saw my face, giving me the opportunity to touch my face, giving me immense pain at the touch, looking at my hand, I see blood, much of it.

That got me into apeshit mode and go burst out, I grab the manticore by his mane, noticing his tongue was lolling out for no reason, I jumped on his muzzle, making his face fall on the ground and bite his tongue, it looked wonderful to see him in pain, and to go even worse, I started yelling so loud, that surely the whole planet was able to hear me. “Hörsch mal zue arschloch! Wenn du de verfickte scheiss machsch werd ich dir d’auge uszieh, sie dir z’ässe ge, i werd dich in vier stück mache und dini verdammte Organe z’mittag ässe wärend du dini scheiss Auge us kacksch! Häsch du mir verstande du verdammtes Teil vo scheiss!?” [Translated : “Now listen asshole! If you try to do that, I will rip off your eye and make you eat them, I will make you into four pieces and eat them for breakfast while you will shit your eyes out! Did you understand me you god damn piece of shit?!”]

The manticore looked at me in horror, but I saw him in his eyes that he wanted to still do it, but at the same time, he wanted to give up, I wasn’t playing nice now, and I took his first sight.

“Du häsch es welle.” [Translated : “You wanted it”]

I ram my hands into his eyes, breaking through the Cornea, and lenses, hearing him now screaming in pain, giving a sick smile, rummaging inside his eye, not caring about the feeling how disgusting it is or how blood is dripping down my face, all I cared, was to see him suffer.

I take my right hand out of his eye, the left still inside his eye, making a mess and destroying everything inside, grabbing with my right hand a Swiss army knife out of my pocket, and before you ask, everyone I know has at least one Swiss army knife, so I got one as well for my 12th birthday, it’s a bit rusty, but I always sharpen it when it gets dull, so here I was pointing the knife at a World of Warcraft thingy.

I ram the knife into his eye, attempting to disconnect the eye from the optic nerve, I won piece by piece, disconnecting one small line after the other, hearing him scream and scream, and after disconnecting all of the small lines, he screamed, and I got the feeling like this was the best adventure in my life, aside from studying, and doing more classes then regular people.

I withdraw the knife from its eye, closing it with one hand and put it into my pocket, grabbing the inside of his eye and trying like mad to get it out of the socket, which happens sooner or later, and I went flying sky high, it roared and screamed in pain, soon it started to run, but my hand still in his left eye, I went flying after him, yelling at him to stop, but soon though, I feel that my hand can’t keep up anymore and leaves the eye, making me stumble to the ground while the World of Warcraft thingy continues running into random directions.

“Han sicherlich ihm irgendeini lektion ge” [Translated : “Surely taught him something”] I say out loud, looking at myself, “Ich gseh ja grausam us!” [Translated : “I look horrible!”]

I walk off to a random direction, not meeting the eye or a blood trail, nothing, just black clouds hover over me, and the massive field of grass I am walking on.

It feels like I am walking for ages, pain is erupting from my whole body, making me just want to fall on the ground and beg that this is only a dream, but I don’t and won’t, I’m continuing to walk, even if it looks ridiculous and if I look ridiculous, I have to move on, I have to continue finding stuff, this was just like Survival in Minecraft, just creepier, real life, and not blocky, and you can’t punch wood with your bare hands.

I see a sign or something wooden, it was far away, but out of glee happiness appearing over the immense pain made me run towards it.

Every single step was painful, my face having three wonderful, long scratches, my throat dry, my stomach grumbling for hunger and I was tired like hell, but I didn’t care, I continued walking towards the wooden thing, and see that it really is a sign.

When I came to the sign, I looked at it, and saw at it in disbelief, I look at it, reading it, in disbelief, I’ve read it again, and again, but then I just gave up, and continued walking towards the direction.

I repeat what I remembered what it said on the sign “Welcome to Ponyville”

Author's Note

First of all, I hope you enjoyed it.
Second of all, at the sentence "... since I had 3-4 in sport, ..." there it is ment on the grades, and it's written on Swiss grades, so, let me fast tell you the Grading system
6 = Great
5 = Good
4 = Okay
3 = Not Okay
2 = Bad
1 = Bad of Bad