Lucky And The Search For Friends.

May 26 2015

Dear Journal

Only just started writing in you, and already I've missed a day. Just goes to show you how well I am at keeping my shit together huh. though to be honest not much happened yesterday either. I sat (laid down? all I know is that I was resting) underneath my my bed crying, and occasionally getting up and, very slowly, trotting (that’s what horses do right?) to the kitchen to grab whatever I could hold in my clumsy hooves to eat. I am officially out of food now, and I'm getting low on water bottles. Though I suppose I could always just drink from the tap, but that wouldn't taste very good. Probably wouldn't taste very good. I have also discovered, through extensive experimentation, that I can no longer stand the taste of meat, which basically cuts down on the food I have in stock from, reasonable but definitely need some more grub, too, you're out and you need to find more grub now brah, and veggie grub at that.

What caused such an emotional break down? oh just another shocking revelation, that has flipped my mind upside down, and then brutally stomped on it. The first revelation was surprisingly easy to come to terms with, that being that I am now a pegasus (a small pony sized pegasus as I have managed to piece together, through intuition, and a book on horses reminding me that horses are large, and ponies are small horses), cause despite how shocking that is, go to sleep one day, wake up the next as a mythical flying mini horse, it's still actually kinda cool. Even if there's no one around to share it with. I mean come on, I am now a small mythical. . . pony? Ya pony, that can fly through the air, and can apparently still talk in English at that! Granted I haven’t figured out how to fly yet, but still the ability must be there, I mean how else would I have wings?

The second revelation was. . . a bit more upsetting to say the least. Not even short term upsetting, but that kinda long term upsetting that puts you in a perpetual funk, that just kinda hangs over you. Well just to keep things simple and to the point, I’ll just up and say that I am a mare (the official name for female horses/ponies) now, or a girl as you humans out there might say. Yes I don’t know why I didn't immediately notice that my male genitalia (my that's a smart sounding, yet also dirty sounding word) had done a flip flop and become female, but to be honest, would you have really noticed what with the immediate shock have having changed species entirely? Well maybe you would have, but the point here is that I did not.

The book on horses was rather useful, especially as a taste test to see if horses could eat paper. Turns out they can but it's just as disgusting as when I was human. Now you may be asking why did I eat the book on horses? Probably for the same reason I spent yesterday crying under the bed, I was in a funk.

Anyway's, I'm relatively over it now. Well I mean I can do things, but it’s still really difficult, cause when I start to think about it. . . All right I'm putting off thinking about it for now. Really that might be for the best, cause it’s been three days, and I still haven’t got anywhere as to figuring out what the heck is going on. That's sad. I'm a failure at making progress. . .

No! Don’t think about. Focus on what you have to do, and that would be getting supplies. It’s too bad I never thought about making an apocalypse bunker, cause that would probably be really useful in this scenario, I mean they got all the stuff ya need, like water, food, warm blankets, radios, tiddlywinks (whatever those are), books, and of course food and water. Plus there places designed for panicking in.

Oh! Maybe I should get a radio, those are helpful in apocalypses right? Then again maybe the apocalypse didn't happen and I'm just out of the loop on popular trends, and what wars are going on right now. though it’s been 3 days, I'm a mythical pony, and there's still no activity on the streets. If only there were more fires, than I would be able to tell if this was the apocalypse or not.

Anyway's, here goes attempt number two at getting those supplies! Wish me luck! (No I still don’t want to talk about attempt number one.)

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She took a shaky step towards the stairs. Then another. Trotting came surprisingly easy, getting any good speed on it, was another matter entirely. Lucas Tracy took a deep breath. Then another. Then another step. Progress. She gave a wildly excited grin, which served to give her new appearance, an almost feral like look, though any actual intimidation factor that could have come from it was severely reduced, considering how docile her new appearance was. Docile but unknown and scary to think about, familiar but different to all her preconceived notions, Cute to look at but. . . Still maddening to look at all the same.

Another step. The rather distinct clop noises that hooves made on tile floor was rather surprising when she first heard it. She inwardly scowled at herself, she had lived in calgary all his life, she should have known hooves made loud noises on hard surfaces. Another step, another clop. It was a nice indication of progress at the very least. Lucas made to high five herself. Instead she fell to the floor as her front hooves came up, and moved to come together.

Grumbling to herself, especially over the embarrassing little yelp she made as she was falling, Lucas picked herself up, and almost tried to stand on her two back hooves, before remembering that she now walked on four hooves, not two feet. Another few steps and she made it to the first major obstacle on her “quest”, and that being the stairs to the main lobby. On her first venture out it had been a major source of pain and misery. Lucas grit her teeth.

Carefully, slowly, tentatively, she placed a hoof down on the first step. Then another step. Then another. And another. Finally she made it down the first set of stairs. Looking back at her first successfully completed trial, she gaped a little at how she managed to complete it without screwing up.

Her face broke out in a wild grin once more, and giving a little hop and shout of “woohoo!” she felt new energy and passion. She had gotten down one set of stairs. She could clear the others no problem.

15 minutes later, Lucas was out the main doors, and trotting happily down Rundlehorn Drive NE. She was one step closer to getting the first step of her, as she charitably (though she thought it was perfectly workable) called it "the survival plan". A pause in her steps, as a sudden realization hits her. considering how hard it was to just get down the stairs, on her own. . .

How was she going to get all her supplies back up to her apartment?

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