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Prolouge: You Can't Return What's Lost
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Prolouge: You Can't Return What's Lost
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Prolouge: You Can't Return What's Lost

....Crunch....Crack....Snap!
I awoke up with a start. The sound of rustling leaves invading my eardrums, I focused on the source. I was disoriented from the darkness of night shielding my eyes from sight.
I was sitting on my bed in a cabin out in the woods. I had fallen asleep before I meant to last night, hoping that I would actually be able to get some sleep; still finding myself awake in the middle of the night.
"Nyuuuh. What time is iiit?" A voice directly below me called.
"Shut up, Jarod. I think I can hear something." I whispered to him in a commanding tone.

Again, the noise of rustling leaves echoed throughout our cabin. Jarod had instantly jumped up out of his bed; flipping out his 9" knife and readying it. I wanted to laugh at his effort, but didn't want him to hear me, so I just kept the emotion on my face instead.
We waited in silence for the sound to occur once more.... Nothing.
"Alright I think we're clear. It was probably just a squi-" I was cut off by a scream coming from outside the cabin.
"AAAAHHHH! HEEELLP" A shrill voice yelled out, followed by several rapid shots, then silence.
"Shit! Jarod, stay here with the pistol, and if anyone tries to get in, shoot them!" I ordered. Before I ran out into the barely visible atmosphere with my shotgun at my side. Remington .45, and my 30-30.
The screaming started again, but was coming from a different direction.

I couldn't rush to the sound. I didn’t know what was out there, and I didn’t want to find out the hard way.. I ran from tree to tree with my firearm at the ready.
I was only 50 feet or so away from where I had heard the scream. I peeked from around the tree and saw...nothing.
'Where the hell are you?!' I thought. I was starting to feel sore from holding my weapon so tightly. I readjusted my grip.
I knew there shouldn't be any of.....them here, but better safe than sorry.
"Hey! Hey you!" I heard a voice yell to me from the slowly brightening morning.
"Shit." I mumbled under my breath. I wondered if it was a trap or not. I sure hoped not. The whole reason I moved to these damn woods was so I could get away from everything. It was just too much back there. But I would kill if I had to.
"Help me! I can't get her by myself!" There was a hint of desperation in the voice. I was having an internal battle of if I should try to help, and get trapped, or let the victim die.
"What's her condition?" I yelled
out.
"She’s bleeding very badly. She needs medical attention, now!" The voice yelled back.

I turned around the tree and saw two people in the road. One male and one female. They both looked to be in their late teenage years. I saw that the boy had blood stained on his shirt. I couldn't tell if it was his or the girl’s.
I got a good look at the two. They had oddly peculiar hair styles. The boy had spiked green hair and the
girl had a borderline black/brown hair with one purple stripe in it.
I walked over to the girl and got down on my knees to examine her wound. It wasn't quite a bite mark, but it wasn't possible for a gun to do that kind of damage, but what was?
"What happened to her?" I asked as I tore off a large piece of my shirt; wrapping the wound. The bleeding needed to be stopped.
"I-I don't know! We were walking, looking for our friends and then...I don't know!" They boy said in a rush.
"There's more of you? How many?" I asked, hoping that it wouldn't be too many.
"There's 5 others with us. We got split up when we got here."
"...Got here?" I asked after a pause.
"Yeah. Twilight here, she was going to try to teleport us to a different dimension, but I don't really know if she was trying to make us go....here."
Dots were slowly starting to connect in my
head, but fell apart when he said 'teleport us to a different dimension'. I looked up at him from my crouched position.
"Do you know exactly where these 'friends' might be at?" I asked.
"Um....no." He said plainly.
'Well that's going to help!' I thought sarcastically.
"All I know is that they were taken by a group of people that called themselves 'Resistants'.
"Shit." Was all that got out of my mouth before I hoisted the girl into my arms and started on my walk back to the cabin.

Author's Note

I have to give a big thanks to Ryan Darling. I submitted it before he edited it because I wasn't patient so I'm re-editing them with his editing.

An Operation
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An Operation

I was walking back towards the cabin when a shrill bird call pounded against my ears. A distinctive three chirp sound.
I puckered my lips and returned a flurry of whistling noises as I continued my walk to the
cabin.
The whistling was mine and Jarod's signal to one another. We've used it for years before the Plague started when we were kids.
Jarod was my lifelong bro. We have known each other since, well, forever. We became brothers when my mom cheated on my dad for Jarod's. They were divorced later on. I became adopted into the new family and I never heard from my biological dad again. This was over 18 years ago. He is my half brother now.

I was carrying the girl with the 'Spike' guy tagging along behind me. I was hoping when we got there I wouldn't have to see another one of....those again.
By those I mean the dead masses of flesh, full of disease and a hunger for living meat. These things are called zombies. Gah! I hate those pieces of Hell’s imagination put into tangible forms. They still haunt my nightmares every time I lie myself to sleep.
"How do you do that?" The boy asked.
"The whistling? I dunno... you just pucker your lips and blow, easy." I showed him my, if I don't say,
expertise in whistling.
"Oh...ok." He said, losing interest.
"Hey I never got to meet you properly, did I? Well, my name's William." I said, extending my hand.
"Spike." He said, he flinched at my sudden movement, glancing awkwardly at my hand. I raised it back in a sign of innocence.

"Hey, I
ain't gonna bite! Heh, is your hair where you got your name from?" I said in a joking manner.
"Yeah." He replied, obviously not getting the joke.
"Cool..." I said, trailing off.
The cabin was suddenly in sight. I carefully walked up the steps, trying not to jostle the girl. I looked down at her limp head, bobbing in time with my steps. I repositioned my arm to prop up her head. I had a small gasp when I saw her face. God, she was beautiful.
I went to the door and gave a triple knock with my knuckles, reaching as far as I wanted to chance. The door opened half a second later and Jarod stood there, shocked at the strangers that I had with me. I knew he expected me to have come back alone, probably with blood on me, not them.
My solemn expression towards the girl caused his gaze to travel down towards her. He having the same reaction I had. A face of pure awe at such beauty.

I had to stay focused! I brought her over to the table and told Jarod to get a blanket to put under
her. He brought one out moments later and placed it on the rough wooden table, so as not to give the girl splinters. I gently sat her down and set to work on her wounds.
I asked the others to leave. Jarod took the 'Spike' guy to our room.
I grabbed two towels, and walked back to her after a short trip to the medicine cabinet, and grabbed the antiseptic. I eased off her shirt. It was a plain black shirt, with no symbols or designs. Very quickly, I slipped the clothing off of her, still being careful not to bump the wound. I grabbed a towel and used it to cover her chest.

I used the other towel to wipe off the wound and to get the running blood off of her back so she would be easier to work on. It looked like the blood had clotted up, but I had to clean it. I wiped off the semi-solid blood and used a cotton ball and antiseptic to clean it. this produced a small groan and whimper from her. My heart reached out to this person I barely knew.
In this world if you got an infection, you either treat it and pray, or die. This world was based on survival method. If you didn't know it, learn it, because it could save your life one day. No chances are taken. You know what you can and can't eat, or you don't eat. Simple.
The Plague started almost two years ago. I still have nightmares about when it started. They haunt me even during the day.

I returned my attention to my work. The wound was about the size of a.... baseball. Wait...I KNOW those marks. The ragged cut, the circle shape. It was Edd Mullers work. He was the first to go insane out of anyone I knew. He was a little creep I thought had died when he ran away two months after the Plague started. The maniac killed as many as he could with a freakin' sharpened ice cream scoop. He never returned. I don't know how in the hell he could've survived that
long with it, but ya never know.
I grabbed my needle, thread and a scalpel and moved to her arm. I cut out a piece of damaged skin and dipped the needle in the antiseptic. After wiping it off, I quickly sewed the skin back together. The pop of a needle penetrating skin always gives me the creeps.

She must've been out cold, because she didn't move after she whimpered, except for her breathing, obviously.
As soon as I finished
the stitching, I placed some gauze over it and taped it on. I turned away and washed my hands for the second time during the operation.
"I-is it over?" A voice cooed from behind me. Very soft and definitely feminine.
I jumped, startled by the voice. I spun around and looked to the girl on the table, she was looking up at me.
I turned off the water and dried off my hands, staring at her, at a loss for words.
"Um...uh, yea! Yes, yes it is. I'm sorry. I didn't know you were awake. Uh...how long exactly have you been awake?" I asked, hoping she wasn't holding in that pain the whole time.
"A little here and there. Wh-where am I?" She asked, looking around.
"Well, you're in my cabin in a woodland area. A fine and dandy place to be. I do not think I've had the pleasure to introduce myself. I am William." I extended my hand in greeting.

She shied away from it just like her friend...um...oh! Spike did.
"I'm Twilight Sparkle." She said with a warm smile.
I returned it as lowered my hand again, wondering why these people didn't know how to shake hands.
A spark flashed in my mind when she said her name. I've heard that before...but where?
"I'm sorry about the circumstances that we've met under, but at least you've got a place to stay!" I
tried to sound cheery, but came out more as cheesy.
She had a troubled look on her face as she started to let everything sink in. She suddenly bolted up, causing me to jump. "Where are my friends?! Where's Spike?!" She said, sounding terrified. I went over to her and pushed her back down gently.

"I don't know exactly where your other friends are, but Spike is back there with my brother, Jarod. Don't worry, though. We'll find them." I heard 'Eventually' from the back of my mind."But for now, you need to stay still. You don't want your stitches to rip." I
didn't want it to sound that way, but being scary is better than being a pushover.
"Hey, I'm gonna go get Jarod and Spike. I'll be back. And, um, you might want to put on a shirt also." I motioned to the shirt beside the table as I walked back to my room and opened the door. Spike and Jarod were in the middle of a conversation when I walked in. All I heard was "...but there isn't any such thing as a zom-" when I walked in. Spike jumped straight into the air and faced me. He had an agitated look on his face. "Is she ok?" He asked in a rush.
"Yeah she's fine, but don't hu-oof!" Was all I got out as he barreled past me, wanting to see his friend, or quite possibly
girlfriend.
Jarod gave me an odd look as he got up and went into the room, following me. We went into the living room, hoping to know more about these mysterious people and their past. And who knows? Maybe they might become part of our team.

Author's Note

I think this will be my first SERIOUS story thanks for reading!

My Story
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My Story

The sight me and Jarod went in to was a very distressed looking Spike and Twilight holding each other. It was a strange sight to come to. It wasn't quite a relationship bond, but....more like family. They cried together and we gave them their time to talk. Eventually I walked over to them and sat down it the chair on the other side of the room.
"Alright, we need to talk." I said in a questioningly serious manner. "What did you mean by 'another dimension', Spike?"
Instead of Spike answering, Twilight was the one to speak up.
"It's all my fault!" She said in a sad tone, keeping her face down from the questioning stares of mine and Jarod's. "It was around yesterday. I think. Well, me and my friends were gathering at my house and I was going to perform a spell, but this wasn't even CLOSE to where I was aiming to go. I was trying to just go to my friend Pinkies house! I tried so hard to take us back, but I just couldn't do it! Then some other...people came and got us and gave us clothes and a place to stay. But...they didn't..." Her voice had rose with every word then gradually cracked and squeaked out. She was crying and wasn't about to quit. Spike gently laid his hands on he shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze.
Then he started to pick up after her. "That group wanted us as bait. They wanted us to be bait and they wanted us to be slaves. We fought back, but....they took the others and brought us here and left us. Then you came and helped us. We are very grateful for your help. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now, how did you mean you 'transported' here. That's all I've been stuck on."
Twilight answered,"That's also what's confusing me. I was trying to do a mass teleport and and I must've tuned into the wrong feed. It somehow brought us here. I'm still not sure why we were brought here and changed to (quite obviously) the native, or dominant species. It seems here that magic is not quite an element found here. Back on my world I wasn't one of you, but I was a....pony." She said everything slowly, enough time for the words to sink in.
"So....what you're saying is that...you used to be....PONIES? Does something seem to be wrong here?" Jarod said in disbelief and turned to me.
"You're story seems to be rather....strange, to say the least, but how does magic and ponies fit together?" I asked very questioningly. "Are you saying you were a unicorn or something?" I said with a slight laugh.
"Yes, and there are also pegasai. They regulate the weather year-round." She said in an all serious manner.
I stopped my laugh and looked her dead in the eye. She returned the challenge.
"Woah, woah. This has got to be some kind of joke or something. Why are you saying all this stuff?" I asked
"Now think, why would we be lying to the very people that saved our lives?" Spike said in his slightly puberty affected voice.
"Touché." I responded. "I don't want to get into the complicated stuff, so lets put off the questions until later. For now, lets just get to know each other better."
"Like....how?" Twilight asked.
"Just, you know. Talk about ourselves. I don't know." I said.
"Well I actually want to know what all is happening. I heard some of the people at the resistant area talking about some kind of Plague. I've gotten that this world is very...different from our old one, but...what -kind- if Plague?"
"Damn. Well, that's getting into the really crappy part of this life, but I guess you'll have to know sooner or later." I turned to Jarod. "Should we tell them?"
He gave me a very queasy look, but nodded.
"I'm gonna talk about Jenny, ok. Can you handle that?" My heart twanged on a bitterly sad note when I said her name.
He nodded.
I took a shaky breath and spoke the story. "Well, it was about two years ago. I was at Madison Ridge high school. I was in...10th grade at the time, I think. Anyway, I was heading to fifth period when the counselor came into the room and asked my teacher to go outside. She had tears in her eyes and was babbling. They went outside and talked for a few minutes. I was confused as to what they were talking about. The teacher eventually came back into the room and she was crying. She got in front of the room and spoke 'Everyone, be quiet! This is an important message! I have just gotten news from the counsellor about some strange occurrences outside of the state. There has been a strange illness documented over the past few weeks, I'm sure you all know. Now, we all need to understand that sometimes a situation can be made bigger than it is by the media, but the disease has been spotted in other countries and has some very serious side effects. There has been some reports of mass riots in the other states because of them being blocked in a vain attempt to keep this sickness from spreading, so school has been dismissed. There have been some reports of cases in our area. The school has been advised to keep civilians as far away as possible to keep the disease from spreading. You may all go home now. You will be told when school will be restarted over the news.'
Nobody knew what to do, so we all were just sitting there and kind of shocked by the news. I mean of course a widespread disease doesn't really effect you until it actually can affect you. I got my stuff and went and got Jarod in my car and we went off to get our younger sister, Jenny.
We were pulling into town and there was a few people in the streets. Quite literally -lying- on the ground. They weren't moving. Just lying there, not moving. Jarod and I went out to go check it out. The whole days events made everything just seem a little duller and at the same time that much more interresting. I went over to one and -almost- stepped in a pool of blood. I stopped and stared at the body and then panicked a little. I grabbed the shirt and flipped it over. And regretted it. The body was all eaten up. I turned and threw up in the street. The others were just the same. I ran back to the car and stomped on the gas. I -had- to get away.
'Holy shit, man! Slow the fuck down!' Jarod was freaking out in the passenger seat.
"We need to get Jenny." Was my only reply.
We were silent for the rest of the time as I sped down the road, not caring about the bodies in the way. As we reached the middle school, the bodies multiplied and changed from those of older people to younger ones of children. I started to feel sick again. I jumped out of the car and smelled putrid meat. It smelled of that of dead fish, rotted eggs and guts. I threw up in the grass until I couldn't anymore. Jarod did the same. I didn't want to find out of it was any worse on the inside. But, I had to. I didn't want my sister to face the same fate if I could still prevent it. I turned back to the car and opened the glove compartment and pulled out my .45. I always had it, just in case. I grabbed a few extra bullets. I ran towards the building and Jarod wasn't far behind. He must've hid his favorite knife in there too, cuz he had it. It was a badass 9" combat knife. It could cut a hand, or head, clean off in a powerful- enough swing. We ran through the doors, not caring who saw us. I ran into my sisters class and saw....bodies. And bodies. And blood. The smell was that of a copper tang with rot. I immediately ran out and slammed the door closed. I was about to run out and away from the school, but a gentle voice stopped me.
"William?"
I stopped and turned around and saw....Oh God! It was Jenny! I ran to her and grabbed her up in a hug. I pulled her off and checked her out. "Are you ok? What happened?"
A sudden deep voice from in front of me stopped our loving embrace. "Stop! You move and I will fucking blow your brains out!"
I looked up and saw...a police officer?! What the fuck?
"Woah!" I raised my hands.
"I said STOP!" He had a strange look in his eyes. Aaand he had a gun pointed at my chest. It looked like a Glock, but I wasn't sure.
I stood frozen, not wanting anyone to get hurt.
"Officer, I assure you that there's nothing to fear from us. We actually are wondering what is happening."
"SHUT UP! SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!!!" He said pointing the gun in random directions, but keeping his bloodshot eyes on me.
My sister whimpered and I slowly started to move her behind me.
A strange moan came from behind-
BANG!!
The shot was ringing in my ears a few seconds after it faded away from the echoey hallway. It took me a minute to feel a warm stickiness on my shirt and face. I looked down and stood shocked as my sisters wide eyes met mine and she struggled for breath and collapsed in my arms. I stood dumbfounded looking at my sister. I slowly looked at the police officer and my shock VERY quickly went to anger. I charged at him and he kept his eyes locked on mine and I heard a empty click from somewhere and the police man opened his arms and smiled, only making me angrier. I tackled him and threw the gun away from him and punched him- hard. I punched again, and again. Again. I couldn't stop. I heard a voice calling my name behind me, but I didn't care. My focus was on the police officer. I punched and felt bones break, skin split. I think I broke a finger, but didn't feel it. I felt something pulling my shirt and I finally broke from my trance. I looked up and saw my brother, pulling my shirt. I turned my head to follow his panic-stricken eyes. There was a mass of moving bodies crowding the hallway.
'How long had I been attacking him?' I wondered.
Jarod had my sister on his back and I ran over to the fallen police mans gun, which was dangerously close to the moving bodies. I grabbed it and ran back to the shooter. I grabbed two rounds from his belt and loaded the gun.
I turned to see Jarod running down the hall with my sister draped over his back. I quickly caught up and took my...dead sister away from him. I handed him the Glock. He was a pretty decent shot. He turned and fired half the clip into the crowd and he turned back to me 'They're not going down! How are they not dying?!' I turned and got a good look at the pursuers.
They were even worse than the bodies. They all looked like they had died long ago and were half decayed. I didn't recognize any of them. 'Go for the head!' I yelled. He turned and emptied the rest of the clip into the mass. Several -thunks- were heard and guttural growls followed as I'm sure the others preyed on their fallen brothers. Jarod turned back and caught up and ran to the car. I opened he door and gently sat Jenny in the back.
I hopped in the front and sped off, not caring what I ran over, or what was alive or not. I was heading home.

/. .\

I pulled into the driveway about ten minutes later and hopped out. The door was wide open.
'Shit. The dogs probably dead then.' I thought. My dog couldn't stand a chance out there, being a curious, friendly Brittany. 'Oh, well.'
I pulled my pistol out of my waistband and went inside the already open door. I was greeted with my neighbor hunching over my cat. There was gruesome smacking and tearing noises and a wet -pop-. When I gasped he jumped, turned and snarled at me. He started to fast-walk toward us. I aimed my pistol at him and shot. He didn't slow. I readjusted my aim to his head and shot. He fell three feet in front of us. I ran up to my moms studies and saw...my dog....EATING my mom!
"No!" I yelled as I ran over to my mom, kicking the dog out of the way. She was already eaten in half, her guts spilling onto the floor and the white of her spine still half showing. I went over to the dog and kicked it several more times. I stepped on its head, feeling its skull crack under my weight. I heard a final whimper as my foots weight made the skull cave in and the animal died instantly. I went over to mom and felt her wrist for a pulse I knew wasn't there.
....thump......thump...
Oh God...."William..." A weak voice croaked out of her and into my conscious ears.
"Mom....Oh God, MOM! No! You can't die!" I cried into her shirt.
"I...love...y...." Her voice trailed off as she struggled for breath. Her chest heaved once more and she went limp.
"M...mom?" I asked. This time knowing I wouldn't get an answer. "I-I l-love you too, mom." It barely got out of my mouth before the cry of agony escaped. It was full of the days....just everything. I never cared enough. I've never cared enough. Now it's gotten me a dead family. I didn't think I could survive that day, but Jarod brought me back. I drove to the mountains, with our dead family in the backseat. They're buried out near a large heart-shaped rock that I found out here." I think everyone was crying when I was finished.
"That...thats terrible!" Twilight said through her sobs. She got up and came over to me and gave me a hug. I didn't know what to do at first, but I eventually returned it.
"Thanks. I think I needed that." I said. Tears glistening in my eyes.
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Author's Note

I'm gonna stop here and wait for the rating. It may be a while before I write any more. Thx for reading!

Returning Home
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Returning Home

We were all walking towards my old, rusted car. We couldn't stay hidden when the world was on its last legs.
"There's going to be enough room for all of us in the car. Twilight and Spike, you'll sit in the backseat. Jarod and I will sit in the front." I instructed my group.
Me and Jarod packed all of our stuff that we needed into our book bags. We had guns and ammo already in the car.
We got in the car and I cranked it up. It coughed twice and died out.
"Shiit." I moaned.
"What is it?" Spike asked.
"The fucking gas is out." I answered.
"Hey, wait. Wasn't there a bunch of gas tanks in the back? I think I saw some a while ago!" Jarod said in a hopeful manner.
"Jarod. You're a fucking genius!" I pulled him into a hug.
"Gay much?" He said, laughing.
I let out a hoot and ran out to the shed in the back. The shed was about six-by-eight and plenty tall enough for someone to fit in there twice my height. I had only been in here a few times to get wood out for the fires Jarod and I needed to survive the snowy winters.
I looked around until I saw the red canisters and brought two out. They were full of gas and sloshed around as I walked.
I got to the car and set the jugs down. I opened the gas cap and poured them in quickly. The powerful smell invaded my nose.
Man I love the smell of gas.
I hopped back in the car and tried to start it up again. I prayed it would work.
A loud -kunk- was heard and then I tried again and -thank God- heard the engine start up. I looked at the gas gauge.
"Damn it!" I said, looking at the unmoving gauge. "The frickin gas gauge isn't moving!"
"Well, just drive until it gives out." Jared said plainly.
"Duh du jour!" I said to him,"what do you think I was gonna do?"
"Yell at it and get us nowhere."
"Smart ass" I mumbled under my breath as I drove us out, and back into town. Back home.
:/
(Rainbow Dash's pov)
It's been three whole Celestia damned weeks since we've been brought here. I think.
Less than an hour after we arrived on this weird ass planet, we were TAKEN captive by some random people that only want to use us tools.
'Bastards' Rainbow thought.
"Y-you shouldn't talk about these people t-that way Rainbow Dash." Fluttershy said in an attempted scolding voice.
Rainbow was not fazed."How on Equestria can you say that? They've forced us to do work. They -forced- us to live here. They FORCED you to pleasure them. You can't let that live as an innocent act. No part of rape is innocent."
Fluttershy squeaked when Rainbow raised her voice, but she didn't care. A point had to be proven. She was crying by when she was done. Rainbow got off of her bunk and moved down to Fluttershy's. She gave her a hug. They held it for a few seconds.
"What about Twilight and Spike?" Fluttershy asked. She never got an answer for a moment later the door creaked open and a large forms shadow was outlined by an unseen light.
"Alright, bitches! Time to work!" I gruff voice said in an overly loud tone.
'I'll die of boredom if I don't get out of here soon.' Rainbow thought as she shuffled her feet for the door.
:,(
As we entered the abandoned town, it was riddled with obvious signs of lack of upkeep and it had rained recently. There was grass growing in the sidewalks and all over the yards there was overgrown weeds and more grass. The concrete had cracks all in it and my flat tires didn't cushion a single one. My ass was sore in less than a minute.
I knew exactly where to go. I left out the part where a group of my old high school buddies offered me to stay with them and be a 'Resistant'. I declined when they didn't let my brother in. The said they'd kill us if we'd ever go back there. I'm sure they wouldn't. My old best friend was their leader, at least since I last was here.
I slowly started to see the old four story mansion over the hill. It was diffirent from the other parts of town. This one actually had someone at least trying to make it slightly presentable.
We pulled in to the front of the driveway and I turned before we got to the 15ft gate and cement wall surrounding the house into the grass.
I got out and told the others to stay here. I walked up to the gate and started looking for a way in.
I looked at the top of the gate. There was barbed wire up at the top so there was -no- chance I was going to go that way.
I looked around the gate and I saw a slight hole at the bottom of the gate and got down to check it out.
'If I dig a little then I can fit through that' I told myself. Easy.
It turned out to be not so easy. After several minutes of digging through mud I finally made a space large enough for me to fit through. I crawled under the fence and, as it turned out there was freakin wire underneath the fence. It was a miracle my hands didn't meet the wire, but my back and arms and legs weren't so happy about taking it for them, and they were letting me know. After I got out from under the fence I got up, and what do ya know! My fucking foot found a hole and I felt my left ankle twist.
I fell onto the ground and moaned in pain.
I tried to get up, but FUCK my ankle hurt. I thought about walking it off.
Hell no! That ain't happening.
I halfway hopped/limped towards the house.
"Hey you!" I heard a rough voice say, possibly feminine?
I looked for the source of the voice, but couldn't find it.
"Up here you dipshit."
I looked up and saw...fuck. My old ex-girlfriend.
"Oh-ho-ho shit! Is that you William? Ha! You looked like a fucking zombie bathed in shit. I woulda shot ya if I didn't see you fall." Her voice was now one I could recognize, but she had changed a little bit over the two years I wasn't here. I hadn't seen a mirror in forever, so I wouldn't know what the hell happened to me over two years.
I blushed with embarrassment at her last comment and just gave her a bird.
"Ooh feisty, aren't you?" She said with a laugh.
"Bitchy aren't you?" I said, immediately ending her laughs and replacing them with a growl. She stormed off inside.
She hated to be called a bitch. I put an internal score in the back of my mind.
Me: 1 Tammy: 0
I had a moment where I was put off guard when the door suddenly opened and Cole stepped out. Fucking Cole. He was a jock from high school and we used to be best friends.
"Well, if it isn't my good old friend Willy." He said, with a slight bit of menace in his voice. I was a little taller than him, but he had more build.
"Well, fuck you too." I replied.
"Ha! I see you've still kept your personality in check." He said, adding a pat on my back. "We've got a -lot- of catching up to do...."

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Authors note!! Not story!!

Hey guys, thanks for all of the support! I'm reeeeally sorry that I couldn't get any work put out for a while, I've been extremely busy. Thanks for all the support and hope you've liked what I have so far! I'll put up a new chapter within the next week or so.