Meshworld

Adrenalin fading, the world became clearer. The first thing to hit my shaking body was the sharp stench of death from the nearby corpse, which smells like shit in the most literal sense. The second was a real appreciation for the creatur- or I guess person in front of me. She had impossibly large eyes for a mammal, perhaps she came from a world with little sunlight? I noticed her hair, or rather mane, was styled, if not slightly rustled; there were clear and rather sharp angles where her fringe protruded from her head with what I could only assume was the help of styling gel. The thought of a pony Elvis Presley absurdly popping into my mind unwarranted. Pony. Hooves, long tail, muzzle, short fur - the person in front of me looked decidedly like a pony, if ponies were purple, and had horns.

I wondered how odd I looked to her, perhaps so familiar, yet completely different too? Her expression was one of baited curiosity, no doubt, and a look of disgust. Hopefully that was just the smell of the person I probably could've saved.

Silently praying to the Old Ones that my next guesture wouldn't mean something offensive to her; I motioned with my whole arm the classic "follow me" wave. I probably shouldn't have been inviting strange ponies to my house, but ettiquette stopped mattering when the power went out. And of course I was curious at the potentially friendly alien.

She perked up, hopefully not to pounce and gore me with that horn. And she didn't, she trotted up to me hesistantly, with a hard face of determination. Being careful not to make any unnecessary gestures, we walked back to the edge of the flames. She did something resembling a blush (blushes shouldn't show through fur) and lit her horn in tandem with the now dying wall of violet fire. I wondered if alien pony could extinguish normal fires, or maybe the ground was just saturated with potassium.

Now with the chance to look back at my home, I noticed that the houses around it were gone, too. In fact, it was just the roads and grass, as if this house had been built in the countryside. Oh, and the car was gone too. Maybe alien pony could be my mode of transport?

I resisted a laugh at the thought as we headed through the door and I set to barricading it once again. I guessed water can wait for another day and hoped I was right; dying isn't a prospect I look forward to.