Chapter 2: This Strange New World

I opened my eyes... The light of the sun blinded my sight, I didn't believe in religious stuff or something, so even after that fall... feel how my legs teared up from my body in instants... Seeing that light... But feeling the beat of my heart coming from my chest, and hear my hard breathing, and listen to the silent sound that one does that makes you know, even in the most dense darkness and silence... I couldn't believe it... I was alive. But I can't say the same of the others...

It hurt everytime I breath, and I felt how in every move and any breath, how the bones of my spine sliced with no mercy the flesh surrounding it, and how my ribs stabs my lungs everytime it expanded... I can barely breath without tasting the blood on my gullet...

My legs... My fucking legs... I never felt so cold in my life. Neither that cold water from that dark sea can't stand against this cold that I'm feeling in this moment. I coudn't move nothing but my eyes... There was something strange on me. Even through my blinded eyes, I managed to see how some kind of... "aura", surround me. The plane and the corpses, were distorted by it. My life depended in that moment on how much I would be able to endure if I really wanted to manage to live, or end this nighmare.

The bag with my weapons is just next to me... The pain was intense, and that glow just make me feel much worst. I'm not going to wait any second further of this torture, I can finish the suffering now... My key to escape this suffering was so close to me...

I was so close of end this hell... I would be able to if it were not for that pitching noise that burst my senses, and that... "aura", didn't help at all. Atleast not for that moment...

I felt how my flesh burned, and my wounds...! The enviroment was girded by that aura that turn negative the colors, and all that corpses that used to be alive, and inanimated things; they just... It banished... The corpses... their flesh teared appart from the bones, and what remained in the ground it turned into dust. The rest of the plane... was no more in matter of seconds... Nothing more than just little scrubs...

And my grey bag... Shit! It can't be, I can't lose it! It is my only hope to get out of here, but the pain... I couldn't do more than just watch how my last hope was disappearing in front of my eyes, seeing how the enviroment that came with me to this place, were banishing by how the glow reduced slowly, dragging with it everything and everyone that used to be alive.

Barely the borders from that glow cross me, I fainted...

I think... that same day... I can tell by the position of the sun and the orange of the skies that it is late already, hopefully it wasn't so much time before something or someone from this land, try to kill me... It won't be the first time it happens.

With effort and barely aware of my senses, I get on my feet. That glowing thing wasn't here anymore, but I wasn't so aware of it until I saw my grey bag where I carry my stuff... "Thank god!" I remember that I shout to the skies hopeful that maybe... Just maybe... I wasn't lost of any hope of survive on this place. Then I just remember, my wounds! But... They were gone! I can't tell the big reliefe, but in a same way, the confusion that I felt in that moment. The wounds, they were crust! most of it has healed almost completely. And it doesn't even hurt when I touch it!

I was so impressed of this... I don't know how this happened but... I think, that maybe that "glow" or... "Aura" thing has something to do with it. But now all that matters now is that I'm alive, and now I have to find my way back to home.

I take my back and I opened it, I sighed in relief that most of my things where just exactly how I leave it before I enter to that plane. Until I checked the state of the content. My Makarov, part of it banished with the glow, and lets not talk about how much it dragged from the cannon. I just throw it away.

My knife, it was dull, and was a little bit rusty, and same as the Makarov, part of it were dragged. Atleast I could save it until I find a way to sharpen it from the edges left of steel. I will keep that.

The last one, my SCAR-H. I prayed even to entities I didn't know that this weapon were fine. I thanked so much that it was right, even the ACOG sigh wasn't damaged, neither the bipod next to it. I wasn't so lost at all. I opened the box of magazine, so I can check the state of the inside. "Shit!" I grunted. From the 20 bullets that were supposed to be inside, just 13 or 10 was in it.

I got startled, I take out everything from the bag so I could check for the other magazines I left, but I just turn them upside-down to check it's state. But it was empty... "This can't be truth!" I yelled as I keep taking the other boxes of magazines, just to see how my hopes gone everytime I keep seeing the empty cartridges.

I despair, and started hitting the ground with my fists. ¿How am I suppose to be able to survive with no more than 10 bullets left in only one box of magazine, and just with one rusty and dull knife? I let myself hit the ground and once my back touch the grass, I put my hands on my head and started to take deep breaths and count to 10, or something that could help me to calm down. I needed a drink so badly in that moment.

I was so lost of hope, and I would really kill anybody for having a beer on my hands. I took long and deep breaths, every second count, seconds interrupted by the buzzing sound of bug wings next to me... I turned around to see what was making that sound, but when I saw it... I couldn't believe that this was real...

A parasprite! Like the ones from the show! I just... I coudn't believe that. Seeing that thing... It make me though that... maybe one of my biggest dreams may came true...! Being on a peaceful world, live a peaceful life... Everything that I could ever dream and imagine about... The answer to everything, was just in front of me...! But... what about my daughter?

I always make her the promise when we were together that, even though it's impossible to go to Equestria, being nothing more than a universe maded by the mind of a human being for the entertainment of the children, I would make her world be so shiny and happy as possible, and make her feel like the most beautiful princess of her own Equestria. But all of that crap is nothing more than just a children show... Isn't it...?

As long as I keep making eye contact with that thing, as long as my mind get over loaded with questions that were making me doubt if I was dead or something. But feeling the dirt on my knees, feel the air filling my lungs, and how my tired legs palpitate every time my blood travel around my sistem, and feeling that "thing" presence so physically real and alive... It didn't stop to burst my mind into pieces of the excitement. I even dare to touch that parasprite and feel the texture of it's skin, just to realize if it was real.

For my surprise and fear, that thing felt more than real. I can't tell if this was good or bad for me for my own reasons... But it didn't mattered what I though, because one thing will always be look the same for both, pony and human... This things will always be parasites.

I barely touch that thing, it started to fly around me, I could clearly see how that bug had on his aim on my knife, and barely that prick lay his thin, fragile and small legs on the blade of the knife; the parasprite attempted to take a chomp from the steel. Good that I was fast enough to avoid my knife get bite, but instead, my hand were the one who recieve the damage.

That thing bite like hell...! I coudn't believe that I could be able to get harmed by anything in this place... But when I the marks of the bite on my hand dropping blood... I realize that, why the fiction stay as that. As pure fiction. Because, when I looked at my hand bleeding, I remembered why I didn't belong here. Because here, I could still recieve damage, but from ways that I can't even imagine on this magical and fantastic world. And the violence of the battles in this universe, plus the fragility that a human being could be compared to this beasts, plus that I didn't have the best selections of tools to survive, didn't let me so much chances to raise steps on the evolutionary chain.

I picked up my rifle, fired at will trying to hit the target, leaving me with something no more from one or two bullets left. A bullet finally got him, and what was left from that circle bug was nothing more than some kind of green goo, I think it would be his blood...

I could not claim victory so fast... When I tried to inspect the remains left of the parasprite, I hear how a whole hive was coming to my position. I didn't have more option than run, and so I did.

Two or three days I survived here since that incident... And still it feel like an eternal punishment for what I did. I still carry the scars while i'm writing this, seeing that scar, as a reminder that I don't belong here and how it was visible how the hair of my hand growed, together with lines, in a matter of hours. I couldn't stay here for long... Neither i'm able too. Every time I wake up, I feel how my legs are numbed like if I sleep for years, being steady in the same position... Something really doesn't want me to stay in this world...

I'm writing this... I don't know if it really matters because i'm not even sure if other survived like me, but... I don't want to end up like the other corpses. I don't want to resign to oblivion, I don't want to keep living inside caves on every night, having to stay right in the entrance being aware of what's outside waiting for me to go out, and afraid of sleep for what is lurking on the deeps of the dark, and I don't want to die feeling the weight of guilt that maybe right now my daughter is erasing my name from her memory, and same with any memory that she has with us together.

I think I will try to go out and test my luck... I'm not sure how long I would be able to carry on...

And so, I close my notebook and prepared myself for another day to survive the challenges of the journey that await me outside