Author's Note

My first time writing, please give your honest opinion I can't improve unless I know what I'm doing wrong. I wanted to take my own twist on a human in equestria since "I personally" haven't seen any that start at the beginning. So again leave feed back, and thanks for giving it a read.

Edit 1 April,10,2018: Reread and reworded a few paragraphes so it would flow smoother

The Accident

It was another great night for Nick, he, his coach and the rest of his gym had just finished celebrating him earning Rookie of the Year in the welterweight division boxing tournament. He quickly reminisced the last bout he had that won him the tournement, it was the fifth round of their six round match, he was ahead on points but could see that his opponent was barely standing, once the ref started the match, he had dashed across the canvas and began hammering through his opponent's guard. It took him thirty-four seconds and countless body blows to get his opponent to let up his upper guard in an attempt to protect his body. Having found his opportunity he delivered a sharp right hook to opponent's lower jaw sending him straight to the mat, earning him his seventh knock out victory and the title of rookie of the year.

Nick was immediatly ripped from his thoughts as he noticed the driver coming straight towards him, out of instinct he pulled the wheel of his car hard to the right and straight towards the lake. He slammed his foot into the brake in a useless attempt to slow down before jumping off the embankment. Seeing the water rushing towards him, he braced for impact, feeling the car make contact with the water he was lurched forward in his seat, feeling a pain sear through his head before his vision faded to black.

Nick awoke with the worst headache of his life, as he sat back in his seat. “I thought I’d be used to getting hit in the head by now?” he groaned out as he tried to quell the throbbing pain in his head. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he tried to stock of his situation. First his car was submerged in the water at an angle with the front end under water up until the door, second his watch told him it was about half past midnight and lastly that his parents were going to kill him for wreaking the car they had given him the car last year for earning his boxing license.

“Holy shit how am I going to explain this to mom and dad? That can..that can wait for later I need call for help first,” he thought to himself as he dug his phone out of his pocket and dialed 911 receiving only dial tone before noticing, he had no signal. “This is what I get for using all my luck at the tournament,” he mumbled before releasing a heavy sigh.

Reaching back and fishing around for his duffle bag which contained some extra clothes, his boxing gear, some hygiene products, along with a copy of the book he wrote himself. Although they were fine with him pursuing a career in boxing, his parents both reminded him to have a fall back career in case it didn't pan out, they were happy to hear that he had took writing as a fall back. Checking to make sure everything was still there, he unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door and stepped out, shutting the door behind him, hearing it self lock.

Looking down at the water that went up to his knee, he sighed as something terrible dawned on him. He scrunched his eyes shut before peeking over his shoulder into his car and there, hanging in the ignition were his keys, he took a deep breath before turning and trudging his way to the shore. Once he had reached the shore Nick looked back at his car before letting out a small whimper. He loved that car, even with the insurance and his savings he couldn’t afford a new one at the moment. Releasing a heavy sigh he hitched his bag a little higher on his shoulder before turning towards the road, only it wasn’t there.

“I must be hallucinating, I probably just hit my to hard and now I’m just seeing things...or not seeing things,” Nick said aloud while staring into the depths of the forest that surrounded him and the lake. After looking around he determined that the best course of action was to find a way out of the forest. Looking at his watch it told him it was quarter to one pm. Hitching up his bag one las time, Nick began his walk in what he believed was north west.

A few hours into his trek and he was begining to wonder if he may have actually died in the accident and that this forest was the after life. Nick was pulled from his pondering as the light from the morning sun peeked through the leaves of the canopy into his eyes, blinding him. It was great seeing the sun again, and based from where it was coming at least he new he was heading north west for sure. Even though he new which way he was going, he still had no idea how close or far he was from the edge of the forest. After another half hour he decided to take a short break to get his head on straight and rest his weary legs.

Sitting down next to a tree Nick contemplated on what he was going to tell his parents and grandfather. "Twenty and I still live my parents," Nick thought, "Maybe I should have went to college like sis did?" he knew with his grades he'd flunk out of college in a year, although mom and dad had offered to pay, he had listened to his gramps and had gotten his boxing license instead. Nick sat there trying to think of a way fix his bad luck a few more minutes, before a high pitched scream broke his train of thought.

Hearing the scream caused Nick to jump to his feet as two thoughts went through his head first that he found his way out of this god damn forest, second and most prevalent what the fuck is going on. Nick bolted as quickly as he could towards the screams. As he approuched the source of the screams he could begin to makeout what looked to be wolves. He had no clue as to how he was going to help whoever they were attacking, but he couldn't just do nothing. Nick crashed through the brush in time to see the wolves begin to circle their prey, with no time think he ran up to the closest wolf giving it a swift heavy kick to the ribs. With a loud yelp the wolf burst into a pile of stick, Nick was left stunned at what he just witnessed. He didn't have time to figure out what happened as the rest of the pack turned their attention towards him.

Nick faced toward the remaining wolves, what he was meet with was five large wolves made from various sticks and branches, their eyes glowed like bright green flames as they approuched him, he could smell their breath that was somewhere between old garbage and rotting fish. Nick readied himself for the impending skirmish as one of the stick wolves leapt at him, quickly sidesteping the beast it soared into the tree that was right behind him shattering into pieces, he would have found the scene hilarious as he had only ever seen something like that in happen in cartoons as a kid. Nick turned back just in time to another as it jumped on him causing him to stagger back into a tree, he wrapped hands around the wolf's neck to keep it from biting him in the face. The wolf struggled in his grasp to free itself all the while snapping it's jaw inches from his face, the wolf's paws flailed as it tried to dig it's claws into him, eventually finding home deep into the left side of Nick's face, causing him to scream out in pain. Letting go with his right hand, he delivered a series sharp right hooks to the wolf's side before in too explode into a pile of sticks.

After recovering from the attack, Nick took a couple of steps forward before putting his fists up. "Come on, who's next!" he shouted. As if on queue the remaining three wolves charged all at once. One jumped at Nick, forcing him duck underneath it, while another lunged for his ankle it's fangs digging deep in Nick's lower right leg. Nick clenched his teeth together as he feel to one knee as searing pain coursed up his leg. As he reached over to pry the wolf's mouth open, he felt several teeth dig into his shoulder and another set of jaws lock around his left forearm.

Desperation filled the entirety of Nick's being to escape, using his free hand he dug his thumb into the eye of the wolf holding his arm hostage. Nick could feel the wolf let go, freeing his left arm, and yelp in pain but he refused to relent until the wolf exploded in his hand. With left hand free he gave a quick jab to the snout oh the wolf attacking his leg, he followed his assult with heavy right causing the wolf to shatter into a heap of firewood. Gripping the wolf tearing into his shoulder, Nick threw it over his shoulder into the ground in front of him and began pummeling away until it too burst into a pile of twigs.

Collapsing to his hands and knees panting heavily, Nick could feel something warm trickle down his arm, face and leg. Looking at his arm he saw all the blood running down to his hands and seeping into the ground. "If I wasn't dead before I'm going to be soon," Nick thought " guess savings someone's life is a pretty good way to go, although I wish I could've at least met them first." His vision began to blur as his breathing slowed, boy was it cold, was it this cold while he was walking, he didn't know? Nick didn't even notice the people rush up to him until they started speaking.

"Hey mister are you alright?" Said a female voice.

"Is he alright, look at him. Fly and get some help, Scoots" said a second girl.

"I'm on it." said Scoots or whom Nick assumed was Scoots.

"What did she mean by fly?" Nick thought as he gathered his remaining strength to look up. Before him stood two small, colorful talking horses with another flying off, wait weren't small horses called ponies. "Great, I'm dying and the last thing I think about is linguistics." Nick thought to himself as he collapsed into the dirt, the world fading away in front of him.