The human found.

Chapter 1: The dream and beginnings.

  I was standing in a field, or what I thought was a field. It was another dream, one of those that make perfect sense while you're having them, then you wake up and ask yourself, 'what the heck was that?'

  Anyway, I was standing there, just standing with my absolute favorite guns-a bolt action .22 sniper rifle and a pump action shotgun-don't ask me why because I don't know, I started walking. Nowhere particular, but I decided I was going west because the sun was rising in the east and it would be in my face if I walked in that direction, and who would want the sun in their face?

  I walked for awhile until I saw a forest, well that was the end of that, now what?

  So I thought for awhile, I had a strange craving for a chocolate chip cookie so I took off my backpack, how I had a backpack? I don't know. It just seemed to fit on my back with two guns slung over my shoulders.

I took a bite of the cookie then I heard a howl, not like a wolf howl because it sounded much gruffer, like someone ate a piece of cornbread and then started choking on it and screamed for help. It was freaky but I still was just eating my cookie, it was one of those dreams where you're in something like third person mode and don't have much control.

  Then a growl sounded, nearer the likeness of a woodchiper having a sore throat more than something alive. I took off my shot gun still sitting down with the cookie in mouth, how I was still eating a cookie was beyond me, I aimed down its sights and...

  I woke up half awake, "Gregg get up its almost noon!" My mother shouted.

  "Ok," I said still sleepy. 'Well I better get up.' I thought to myself, so I got up and got dressed. It was Monday, and no I didn‘t miss a buss to school, I was homeschooled and one of the many great things about being homeschooled is that I can sleep in as late as I want, as long as I get all of my school done.

  But I did need to get up earlier tomorrow I thought because I don't get school done till four, also because I thought I needed to.

Now I'm the shy kind of guy unless I know you, I'm quiet and let everyone else do all the talking, which was fine with me.

I live in a family of five, my mom, dad, sister, brother and of couse, yours truly. So I went and ate some cereal and then started my school, it iced last night so my dad stayed at work for lunch, so I got something done, one chapter of a book, well I was happy.

I went about my daily routines day dreaming as I took out the trash and got the mail as I did every other day of the week. So I came back in to the house, now before we go on, my family is very loving and generous to our family and close friends, now as of that time "we" and I mean I, was scared of getting shot each time I go by the road, and I live in the suburbs!

  The reason being is that some people, not even most but some, are stupid and a few of those few own guns and shoot people in public places, and thats why I lost most of my hope for humanity.

  So with that fear in mind while I was getting the mail out by the road, which is but a couple hundred feet from the house, a big black van came driving down the road. The van was going kind of slow so I got nervous, I was but ten feet from the mail box so I had to wait till the truck drove past, but instead of driving by it stopped.

  I was scared stiff, the driver rolled down the window, I was panicking but stood still, then the driver spoke to me with a very serious tone, "Have you seen six horses?" he asked.

  Now I was relieved, making it infinitely easier to reply, "No I haven't, what do they look like?" Now I don't care a single bit for horses, they're just horses, my sister on the other hand loves horses but that was her intrest.

My relief however was to be short lived, why I asked what they looked like I couldn't fathom

  But he then told me, "I mean ponies, there's word they've been spotted around here, are you sure you haven't seen them?" He said not believing me.

  Then I explained, "Haven't seen any horses around here, besides up by the prison near the highway, and those are horses." I felt so stupid at what I just said, I think that was the most words I've spoken to a stranger in a very long time, also the dumbest I've felt.

  I felt for sure he was going to kidnap or kill me, I then thought of a grave stone with the engraved words of here lies; Gregg 1999-2015; a 15 year old shot by a random guy in a black van looking for ponies, I chuckled to myself at the at the looking for ponies part still terrified.

  The guy finished with, "Call the police if you see them, they are…very valuable to me." He rolled up the window and drove away.

'Ok,' I thought, 'that was the scariest thing I've ever seen or done but I hope I never have to see the guy ever again.' I turned around to get back ins-"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT‽"