The First Feather on Earth

May 25, 2015. Day & Night.
Dear Journal.

Surprisingly, not a lot happened today. Other than me working on a couple things it was actually a slow day today. Not that I'm complaining or anything, it's just... It almost seems criminal to just have a peaceful day after just having the apocalypse happened! But anyway, I might as well say what I did end up accomplishing today.

Well, first I decided to walk to the hardware store that's right beside Foodland. I'm getting better with walking and I don't need the dictionary anymore, so there's that going for me! But anyways, on the sidewalk a little ways down the road I saw something... lightly disturbing. There was this dead bird on top of the sidewalk, and it was just crawling with maggots, ants, and other unsavoury creepy crawlies. Normally that in itself would have just made me freak out, but something about watching those little itty-bitty bugs eat the avian corpse was... almost soothing. What made it worse was that... I think it was the bird that attacked me yesterday!

After coming to that conclusion, I decided it would be best to just grab some more supplies and just get back home. So while I was in the store I had the brilliant idea of connecting a bunch of shopping carts together with rope! Turns out, it only works well when you only have about 3 carts in one chain. So I loaded up a bunch of my stuff into the carts and started heading home. I grabbed the general basics like 2X4's, Duck Tape, hammer, nails, saws, etc.

When I passed the bank, I tried to open the doors only to find that it was locked. Now that I'm thinking about it, my mom worked at CIBC! I think she has the key's to the bank but I'll do that tomorrow.

Anyways, I headed back home and put together a little garden, using my hooves to nail in the wooden border, and also to dig up the dirt a bit. Thankfully, plumbing and electricity is still working... note to self: head to Orillia by... what day is it, Monday? Wow... it's already Monday. Time flies when you're not trying to kick it, am I right? Though yeah, I think I'll need to hit the road by about Thursday. There has got to be a store there that will sell electric generators in Orillia.

Anyways, I also decided to quickly practice walking again, speeding up this time, so I went to the little elementary school by my house and surprise, surprise. It was locked. More than a little pissed off that the world wasn't allowing me even this small fraction of comfort, I did the most rational thing possible. I kicked in the bottom window on the glass door. Let me tell you one thing. The saying with how horses don't actually feel the ends of their hooves? B, U, S, T, E, D. It fucking hurt like hell! I didn't get any cuts thankfully, just a couple scratches. But walking on glass is not pleasant AT ALL, trust me. But once I was clear of the glass I had carefully picked out any remaining shards and continued onto my goal. And sure enough there they were, gloriously hanging there like they were the most beautiful things I've seen!

Backpacks. Small, kid ones. Perfect for a... hoofbeast like me! It was akin to Indiana Jones figuring out which chalice was the Holy Grail! Grabbing some scissors and using the duck tape I had brought, I made the most genius contraption ever! I made some saddle bags! On one of them was a freaking Pikachu bag too! SCORE! So after grabbing my loot, I had also come up with another genius idea. Getting to the south wings doors I had cut off a strip of duck tape and placed it over the metal thing that prevents you from opening it, pushing it down as well so it would not open again. I tested it a couple times and it worked! I unlocked the doors without having the key!

Anyways, after that I made sure that I could go in and out of the school at will, I went home for the last time today. That's all that happened so far today. Anyways, night everyone, have a wonderful time!

-Yours Truly-

AJ

Dear Journal.

Sorry about writing to you at this point in time, but I had a nightmare and I couldn't go back to sleep. It's been a recurring nightmare, ever since I was little. I think talking about my nightmare will help me go back to sleep. Anyways here goes.

So it starts out with me, being a human, and facing down underwater. It's peaceful and quiet for a bit, with just me staring down at the pool floor. But then... a sign phases into view, saying, Look Up. When I wasn't looking up, the scene started shifting, and I could almost swear the sign grew a grin. The scene then shifted to being in a big cave, an underwater cavern actually, and I can feel it moving underneath me, trying to tip me over, to get me to look up at this shining beam of light. I struggle and fight, trying to not look up. This keeps happening for a bit until the dream gets bored of me, and it then it sends a very poorly animated Leviathan after me. The red one from Super Mario 64 I believe. I keep repeating this little mantra in my head over and over It's just a dream, It's just a dream, It's just a dream!

Eventually, it will just suddenly turned pitch black, and... this is where it gets really fuzzy. I hear a screeching noise so loud, that my heart could feel it, and I get jump-scared by a... face... I can't distinguish what the features are at this time but... that's when I wake up. I've been having that on-again-off-again recurring dream ever since I was a little kid! Like... 9 years old? Oh, so half my life. Well then. Anyways I think I'm going to go back to bed now. Goodnight everyone!

-Yours truly-

AJ