Wow, you would not believe the past month I've had. I got on the subway like I did every morning of the week to go to work before this all happened and suddenly, Boom! I black out, next thing I know I'm waking up as some miniature, female, freak bat-horse. Jeez, I need to think of something to call my new kind. 'Bat-horse' is not going to cut it.
My new coat is a dark gray and my hair and tail are a royal blue color, my eyes though, are slitted like a cats' now, are the same green color that they have always been, so that's nice I suppose. The most dramatic change though is the bat wings I have now.
They aren't big but they are really helpful. But speaking of names and stuff, my name is Josh T. Wilson. I've actually been thinking about giving myself a new name so I can have a completely fresh start. I work, well worked , at the local center of document preservation for my town/city. The reason I don't mention places and dates here in this 'journal' is 'cause I don't believe in that sort of thing. Just remember what makes you, you, and remember the events that shaped you into the person you are then move on in life, learning from past mistakes. So yeah, I like to use a well-pen a lot, like they did back in the old days to write with, so that's what I'm using now. I was never great in grammar but I can write so I'll record this event in this little book I found looting this store. It's been too long anyway and I don't want to forget anything before I write it down.

It all started on that train. First thing I notice when I wake up is that my clothes are much more uncomfortable then they were before, they just sat all wrong on my body and I tried to stand up, but I got tangled in my shirt, which confused me greatly at the time. Taking a break I looked around to see why no one had helped me up, and that's when I noticed there was no one around.
I get to the train station pretty early, but no train I've ridden has ever been completely empty before. I started to struggle all the more until I caught sight of one of my new, alien hooves. Now, I'd like to write here that I handled that well, but I didn't. Who could? I mean, a completely new body, so suddenly? I started to panic and literally ripped my clothes apart to escape and examine my "deformed" body. That is obviously when I realized that I had been completely changed. I did cry and I cried even more when I found out I was not a guy anymore. Being a new gender is going to take some getting use to. And for all you out there, crying is manly and real men cry. Even if I'm not male anymore, we can't always hold it in all the time so shut up. On a different note I suppose I always wondered what it was like to be female...

Anyway, as I was saying about my day... I realized the train was passing every station that I came across and I started my way up to to engine of the train to try and stop it. I don't know about other people, but learning to move around on all fours was not hard for me. Not, sayin' I didn't fall any, just it wasn't too hard. As I went I noticed an abundance of personal items that were seemingly abandoned in the train. Phones, bags, stuff like that. I considered taking it but I didn't have a way to carry it at the time. At this point I knew something was wrong. Call it my 'city sense' if you want, I knew something was way off. I rushed (as fast as I could in an unfamiliar body) to the engine of the train to find it completely empty. I looked out the windshield and to my utter dismay I saw another train engine pointed toward me on my tracks. So being the brilliant bat-thing that I am, I ignored the 'emergency stop' button right in-front of me and flung myself into the rear cabin area using my wings, as the two trains collided.

That's the last thing I remember about the crash. When I awoke the second time that day I discovered I was in a train station, inside a destroyed train, in the dark, in much pain. But despite the oppressive dark, I was able to see the dark outline of everything. (I'm assuming that was courtesy of my cat-like eyes.) With that ability I limped with my now broken foreleg out of the station without tripping, into the ghost city above. It was dark when I got up to the surface except for the ever-present glow of signs and street-lights, I guess I was out for a while. But that didn't bother me at the time, No, not seeing any one, nothing, no human life anywhere, was what got me. I thought we were under nuclear attack or something. Seeing as no one was around but there was no sign of a visible battle yet.

As luck would have it, one of the taxis had a First-Aid kit and I fixed up my leg. Let me sum it up for you. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! That's about it. Set the bones pretty well if I do say so myself. The only thing I'd ever heard about bone setting before that was "set it till it don't hurt no more." That's bullshit. I made sure the bones were alined and then put the splint I'd found on it and taped it like no one's business. Despite what you might think, duct tape is the best material in the world. For anything. After I set my leg I started limping to the Walmart store I knew was not too far away. As a side note, I realized that my body is as flexible, if not more so, then my human one. Go figure that. I decided I might as well make use of an open store to get some free food. Can I eat meat in this body? The sharp teeth and bat wings I now have make me thing so but I can't say for sure until I try in the future.

Thus I raided the store and stuffed myself (avoiding meat) until I couldn't eat another thing. Now that I remember that, I'm surprised at how much I ate. I don't know how much it was but damn, the fact this little body is able to eat that much has to like break the laws of physics or something. I decided on staying in the store until my leg healed since there was enough food there.
That night it really sunk in that I was indeed a horse. I cried myself to sleep. I had just been settling into my new life in the city ~~after getting out of prison~~ and now all of it had been ripped away by god-knows-what and I couldn't hold it in anymore I guess. It really is a big shock to suddenly be in a completely different body you know, I think I handled it fairly well, all things considered.

The next day, somehow my leg was vastly improved. The swelling was almost gone and it didn't hurt as bad as before. It was completely healed two weeks later. I'm not complaining but damn that's fast! Do I have some enhanced healing capability now that allows for that? In one way that is a good thing but in another...what if I hadn't set the bone when I did? Would it have healed incorrectly just as fast? I stayed the rest of the week in the store, sleeping in the day and moving around at night, as intense light gives me a headache now, and packed what I could, like water, peanut butter, sleeping bags, socks, and compatible clothes into a shopping cart and started leaving the city. The electricity went out the third day so staying in the city felt dumb to me until I can fly better, then it might actually be an epic place to fly around. I could even bust out some windows up there in the skyline and make little places to stash stuff that would be impossible for people on the ground to get to. Would you climb a thousand flights of stairs to get my stuff? I wouldn't.

Anyway, as I left I stopped along the way to pick up stuff like this very book and also to practice using my wings. It feels amazing to fly in case you're wondering. If I ever go back to being a human and all this gets fixed and goes back to normal, I'm learning to fly a plane, or at least a glider. Though, it freaks me out how I hadn't seen a single person this whole time, but it's only been a few days, maybe I'll find someone along the way? Maybe what happened to me happened to others? I guess I'll head south to find out. It's far too cold up here in the northern United States right now and I've been looking for an opportunity to start a new life anyway, this gives me that chance even if it's not what I had in mind originally.

P.S. After I finished writing this, I saw a flash behind me and saw this image of an black inky heart appear on my ass. Either I'm going insane or there's some strange crap happening in this world now. (Well, more then usual.) But I can't help but feel that this picture has a deeper meaning for me, like I need to write from my heart or something equally sappy. As it stands, I think I will keep writing though, maybe I'll grab a few boxes of pens on my way out of the city. Never know when a pen will come in..'handy'. I crack myself up sometimes. I've also decided to change my name to Ink Heart. Yes, like the movie. It just seems to fit and this way no one will ever know who I was before I became a pony.

Author's Note

So, I personally liked this character. Not to often you see ex-cons in these stories is it? I can't wait to put out more chapters for you guys, but what are some situations you want to see? I love your feedback and feel free to point out areas of improvement to me so I can make better content for you guys.