The World Is Always Unique

I wake up. I look out the window to see if anything has changed. There is one thing that has changed. I feel more happy. Could it be that it is because of Rarity? Or is it because of hope?

Well, no matter. I need to come up with a plan to save others. I cannot allow survivors to simply just turn themselves in to the Colorlings. I tried, but Rarity came along, and I was saved by her. I'm not falling in love, I'm just saying, it's good having hope with you. As well as a fellow friend.

I get up, and I look behind me. Rarity had woke up early, though I expected that a 'lady' would at least make her bed. Seriously. Ah, no matter for formalities. I make her bed, and I smell eggs. Oh, the delicious smell of breakfast. I remember when I would always have salad, and eggs. Over-easy. I go downstairs to find that Rarity was cooking. As I stepped in to the kitchen, I noticed that the dinner table was all set up nice.

"Eggs for today, Street. I'm afraid I have nothing else." Rarity apologized.

"That's okay. I can't remember the last time I had breakfast." I assured her.

"Really? What did you usually eat? Only one time a day?" Rarity asks with worry.

"Usually, I would just have different types of salad. Caesar, Fruit, etc." I replied.

"Nothing to drink," Rarity pours a glass. "Although, you only eat salad?"

"Yeah." I nod.

Rarity takes a seat and starts drinking her orange juice.

"Hey, how come you don't drink apple juice?" I questioned Rarity.

"Oh, that? I have to drink this anyway. Applejack's apple juice was grand, I'll admit, but I am sad to the fact that they don't sell it anymore." Rarity frowned.

"Aww. Was it that rich?" I smirk.

Rarity nods. I think I should stop talking, my breakfast is getting cold. So, I decide to eat immediately. The eggs were over-easy. That was good. But, I should stop thinking about breakfast. What I need to do is plan. Since I left my map back home, I made sure to memorize it. Y'know, just in case I got kidnapped and abandoned. I know for a fact, that we are in Ponyville. My goal is to rescue that white pony. I recall that she said she was in Canterlot. Then that's it. My goal is set for Canterlot. But, another thing that I am concerned about is stops, and safety. Kinda like bases? I guess?

Yeah. Rarity's shop should be the main base for Ponyville. Though, supplies. Food, water, ammunition (spray cans), and electricity. Those are my main concerns. Survivors are also one. Oh! I have an idea! I will paint the walls of the houses in Ponyville to lead to the bases! Alright, enough thinking. I need to explain this to Rarity.

"Rarity." I call.

"Yes, dear?" Rarity looked at me.

"We need to set up bases. Supplies and TVs should be stored in the bases. No more than five. Your shop should be the main base." I explained.

"Ok. But, where do we find TVs? I have one, just not one upstairs." Rarity nodded.

"I have one. The problem with mine, is that I have too many wires and stuff to unplug." I replied.

"Alright. Then leave that one there. Your house should be an optional base. Just in case." Rarity smiled.

"I have spray cans back at my house. I should bring everything I have back out here. Is it ok, if I bring sleeping bags?" I ask Rarity.

"Yes. Anything to help incoming survivors." she agreed.

I nod. I open the door, and lock it. I start running to my house. As I start running, there is a group of Colorlings after me. Crap, what do they want? Hadn't I just shown them a message? Oh, well. I expect I have five minutes to grab what I need. Now, bust the door open, Street!

KABLAMY!

Ok, ok. Think Street. What do you need... Oh! My phone! I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my phone. The next thing I grabbed was my whole supply of spray cans, meaning that all twenty cans were all stored in a backpack in my closet. I open the closet. I grab my backpack and start running to the fridge. I grabbed what I could stuff in my arms. As I looked at what I grabbed, I started running to get the two sleeping bags. I know it's crazy, just stuffing my arms with stuff, but remember, Spray had taught me what I needed to do.

Five minutes are up. I ran out of my house, and encounter the five Colorlings. They were all minor looking, nothing really dangerous. I just need to expect the unexpected.

One charges at me flying. I stand my ground. As he got close enough, I ran up to him and wrapped my legs around his neck, flipping him over. Scissor Kick! I can't remember the last time I was so flashy. I always loved fights. Even when it included an educated student.

The rest start coming at me. But, one stayed. One of the three was flying. The other two, though, were coming for my legs and head, both being open. One tried to go for my head, so I ducked and kicked low. The other charged at me for my legs. I jumped a bit, the Colorling missing me as I put my leg up, and dropped it like an earthquake down on his head. The one that stayed came behind me, so I back kicked him. He got launched onto the couch in my living room. Amazingly, the one that was flying came for my chest. How dumb. I front kicked him in the face.

Alright. Now, run to the base!

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I open the door, and locked it instantly. I was now home. I go upstairs to drop my backpack off. Rarity was making something for her, as well.

"How was it?" Rarity asks me.

"Wonderful, I finally got a chance to actually show my moves!" I reply with silliness.

"Ok. What did you get?" she questions as she continues working on the sewing machine.

"My phone, some food, ammo, and lots of other stuff." I smirked as I went through the stuff I had grabbed.

I noticed that there was a spare phone. It was the same model as mine, the one I stole from a store clerk. Service and everything was on there, being it was the same as mine. Though, I never really used it. Phones. Yeah. It should be like our source of communication. I grabbed the phone and threw it on Rarity's bed.

"Hm? What was that?" Rarity asks.

"A spare phone. Just in case we get lost." I inform her.

"Ok," she nods as she takes off the thing from the sewing machine. "Do you like it?"

"Hm, what-"

I look at her. She has the same jacket as mine, except purple and black striped. Should that be our clothing to show that we are survivors? Yeah. That should be.

"Hey, you think you can make those jackets with different colors?" I ask.

"Yeah, why?" Rarity looks at me with concern.

"So it could show that we are survivors." I reply.