Where I come from

As I awakened,  I didn't really comprehend what had happened. My mind was still spinning from the plane crash. I could see out the know broken cockpit windscreen, and could tell it had to be somewhere around morning. As I gathered the strength to get myself on the ground, I could feel pain everywhere in my body. My back, head, chest, hands and feet, they all hurt. " oh please let nothing be broken" I thought to myself. With that on my mind, i slowest sat up, and to my Suprise, nothing was severely injured. Even though nothing seemed to be broken, It felt as if my entire body was shadered, and then thrown around. Then I remembered, " I was in a plane. That's  exactly what happened". Then it hit me. My car was still in the back!!! At least I hoped it was! I got up fast, only to collapse from pain. But I new I had to make sure the car was ok. I got back on my feet, and began to work to the back of the plane.

      As I swung open the door, I saw my cobra still there, anchored down to the plane along with some other boxes and crates that the Boeing company had loaded up here. " oh thank GOD!!!" I thought to myself. That car was an important part of me. It was the last thing my father left me before he passed. It was also the last father-son project we did together. The car had sentimental value, like a part of him was always in the car, and where I go, it goes with me. i was really close to my dad, and I haven't seem to let him go. But know that I knew the car was safe, I could focus on the next task on hand, figuring out where I am.

       I thought it would be best to open one of the crates and see what inside . Maybe there was something that could help me get help. As I approached the first box, I saw on the lid labeled in big black others across the top, "PROPERTY OF THE U.S. MILITARY". "Well" I thought to myself, "not any more it's not". I grabbed the lid of the crate and began to lift up on it. It came off slow due to he nails holding it down, but it wasn't to much for me to handle. Once I got the lid off and sat it to the side, I looked inside the box and was surprised at what I saw. The box was full of MRE's bottled water a couple of assault rifles and some ammunition. I reached into the box and pulled out the rifle. I had never held one before. It was surprisingly heavier than I had imagined. I decided the best option would be to put the things in the trunk of the cobra and drive it around for faster transport. Do with my plan decided, I gathered up some supplies, some water and a couple of MRE's, and an assault rifle, and stuck them in the trunk of the cobra. Then I walked over to the ramp switch( which surprisingly enough still worked) and turned it, lowering the ramp to the cargo bay. It went down just enough to allow the car to back out.

      As I backed out I looked at the plane. It was pretty banged up. As I drove around it I got a better view of the situation I was in.  The left wing had snapped leaving it lately attached to the planes body. The base of the body was covered in dents, holes, and scrapped paint. The front had to be at least 7 feet into the ground, and the nose was torn off exposing the interior metal and wiring. As I came around the front of the plane I could see a small town no more than 100 yards away! I decided that would be my best option. So I drove off that direction, thinking maybe I could call or radio for help.

            The town was a little over 5 minutes away from my airplane. Except this didnt look like a town i had ever seen in Oklahoma before. The houses were white with pink and had hay roofing. I stopped the car and let it idle for a bit while I scanned around. The town seemed to be empty. No noises, no people, and no there sounds of cars around. I continued to drive around, looping passed a circular building in the center of town. I began to head back, when suddenly I noticed a door open on one of the buildings. I decided to pull my car up, get out and go inside. The building itself was designed to look like a cake. As I walked into the building, I could here voiced fall owed by shushing, indicating someone was here. I knocked a few times on the counter,"hello? I'm not here to hurt anyone, I just need directions" I said trying to sound as nice as possible.  I waited there for about a minute when I heard the sound of a seining door. I turned just to see a purple pony-thing walk up to the counter. " hello " it said. "I can help you find directions" it said to me. And it was at that moment, that I dropped my shit and bolted for my car. I don't care what just happened, but all I know is that I think I will be living in my plane for a while. I rushed back to the big jet, put my car back in, shut the ramp, and bolted into one if the no wrecked pilots quarters. I was in there for about an hour until I heard a knock on the door.thinking it could be a human, I bolted to the planes door. I grabbed the lever, and opened the door, only to see the purple freak standing there. I fell backwards as it started to walk In. "Oh, please don't be afraid" it said In a nice tone. "WHO ARE YOU!?!?!" I shouted. The thing looked at me funny for a sec, then smiled saying " oh, my name is twilight sparkle, and you my friend, look like you need help"