Feast

Feast
Chapter 1: Outbreak
The key fell for what could possibly be the 20th time in five minutes. I wanted to scream my lungs out but managed to restrain myself, mainly because it was mid-day and almost every pony alive was awake. It was a bright and sunny day, like almost every day in Equestria. The trees were bright green, the wind passed by gently and no one seemed to have a care in the world, well at least not anyone human. The keys fell again, this time I swore under my breath. The reason I was dropping my keys so much was because I was using every available body part to hold the groceries I had just purchased. Finally, after what felt like hours of struggling, I got the key in the lock and opened the door. One of the many small mysteries about this place is how a pony, who has no hands or fingers, manages to get a key into a lock and open a door. I shrugged the thought off, making a mental note to reflect on it later. I stored all the groceries in their rightful place and collapsed on my bed. How long have I been here? I thought. 15 months, I thought again. It was crazy how just a year and a few months ago I was a normal human living among other humans and now I'm in some weird pony world. The house that I "own" was lent to me by a generous pony who noted I was without a place to call my own the first day I was here. It was long story, I was just sitting in my house alone on Friday night, when out of nowhere, two talking (yet slightly annoying) cartoon-like ponies popped out of nowhere and forced me out of my house and towards the nearest bar. Needless, to say, I was drunk in a hour. Somehow, I managed to make it home, only to wake up during a pony party with tremendous hangover. Ironically, the ponies that got me here would turn out to be some of my closet friends, despite being responsible for having me eaten, shot, almost killed on multiple occasions, turn temporarily into a pony, developing a second (homicidal) personality and throwing orange juice on me. This entire situation was surreal; in fact, my head hurt just thinking about it. I thought about going next door and visiting Simple and Noble Dreams but I was so tired that I could barely open my eyes. I rested my head against my pillow and let sleep do it's magic.

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I don't know how long I was out but I know that I never felt better, but sweaty? As if something was smoking, wait smoke? I jumped out of my bed and ran all over my little house. I opened the cabinets, checked the closet the stove, even the bathroom. Instinctively, I ran to the second floor of the house, and poked my head into the first room. I was covered in sweat by now, and adrenaline was only making it worse somehow. The first room was clear, so was the second but the third looked strange, shiny. I gasped when I realized what was on the floor, glass. The bedroom window had a crude, jagged hole in it, and on the floor, surrounded by glass, was a rock. I knelt down and looked it over, but there was nothing special about it. I then moved my gaze towards the window, but a fog covered my view, a hot fog. It took me that long to realize that the smoke was not from my house, and so I bolted to my door, fiddled with the lock and stepped out into the world before me. The sun, smoke and air hit me like a bullet, followed but by the light sense of copper, blood. I then opened my eyes, and immediately wanted shut them again. The world before me was not the world I knew, it looked more like Hell than the peaceful land that I had resided in for more than a year. Houses burned, the fires burning high into the daylight, screams of panic and fear filled the air. My ears rang from the destruction that was in front of me. I ran into the middle of the street and caught a glimpse of the citizens of Pony-Ville, they running but from each other? As I watched one tackled another and to my horror, bit straight into the neck-area. I began to sprint, but soon other feral-like ponies swarmed the dying one, and began their gory feast. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't take them all on, and that's when I saw it. Noble Dreams house, half on fire, half melting. Simple appeared in my mind, and I ran. It took all my might not to help the unknown pony being consumed alive by the feral one, but when a flashed a glace towards the group, one of them stared at me, making that moment the first time I caught I glimpse of the feral-ponies. Its eyes were white, in the sense there were no noticeable pupils to call eyes, and it was caked in blood, its mane dripping with the blood of its new kill. It opened it mouth, revealing a set of jaws not seen in ponies but something a shark would have. The thing snarled at me and went back to consuming its meal. I turned back, disturbed by what I saw, and was immediately hit by an unknown force. I fell on my back, as so did the other figure. I tasted blood in my mouth, dazed; I looked up to see the figure and was shocked. Isaac, Isaac Changeling. He wasn't disguised a pony like he normally was but he was in his changeling form. He looked scared, fearful, but of me, not anything else. I then realized, with the blood in my mouth and dazed look I had, I didn't look human at all. I tried to say something, but all that came out was a "Gugh-"as Isaac lifted me up with his telekinesis and threw me into the nearest building. I crashed into it with full force and sat uncomfortably on top of large pieces of wood. The pain was unbearable, I felt horrible. I wanted vomit, but I turned my head upwards, just as the rest of the house collapsed on me and everything went black.

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I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a freight train, my head was pounding and I could already feel the blood soaking my clothes. I was surprised I was still alive, living truly is a blessing. Without even opening my eyes, I knew something was wrong, it was quiet, there were no screams, collapsing houses or anything, just dead silence. I opened my eyes only to find myself covered underneath many large pieces of wood from the collapsed house. I tried to move, to look around, but my vision was obscured by the large mound on top of me and when I tried to, I sharp pain ran up my leg. I managed to see the problem; a small spike of wood was protruding from my leg. Luckily, I could reach and pull it out, and so, as I moved closer to the spike, one the ferals slowly trotted in. I slumped back into the mound, praying it wouldn't see me. It was the same one that growled and looked at me from earlier. It began to sniff the area, searching the collapsed house for food. I refused to be on the menu, I slowly began inching my way out of the mound, it seemed impossible but I was willing to try. I began to silently put wood on the floor. After what seemed like hours, my lower right arm was free. I moved my shoulder slightly, just to get comfortable for the rest of my body, when my shoulder touched a standing piece of wood making crash on the floor with large "THUMP". The creature reared its head in my direction, snarled and began to leap on the mound. I tried to escape as quick as possible but my leg wound only allowed me to get half of my body out. The creature jumped once more, this time landing on the piece of wood above my chest. I roared and brought its teeth down. I panicked and grabbed the large piece of wood next to me and hit it square in the mouth. It wasn't a hard hit, but the creature lost its stance and slipped. That gave me time and I quickly shed the wood off of me, and started to stand up. The creature roared once again, and charged. I wanted to run, but my leg let a sharp gust of pain, also at the same time the creature slammed into me. This time, it stood on me, and wasted no time bringing its jaws down on me. However I still had the piece of wood on me, and used it to block its jaws. I was panicking, and with all my might brought the wood upwards, directly into its neck. The creature recoiled and fell to the floor, growling and snarling. I stood up slowly, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I looked at the thing. "It isn't alive anymore, it isn't the person it once was", I thought. The creature was already trying to stand, and in a few minutes it would devour me. With these thoughts in mind, I raised the piece of wood above my head. The creature roared up at me one last time, before I drove the sharp end into its body. Again and again and again, and again. Warm blood splattered onto my pants and my shirt. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping me going, I couldn't stop. I continued the ordeal for what felt like years, the corpse in front of me looked unrecognizable, yet I continued. Finally I stopped, surrounded by a pool of blood, panting, I dropped the plank of wood and took 2 steps back before falling to my knees. The spike was causing me enough pain already. I couldn't just leave it there; my leg would be rendered useless. I took one last look at what had been Pony-Ville, before wrenching the wooden spike out my leg, screaming into the day.