We All Fall Down

(Before I even start this fic I want to inform you I am on a tablet so everything might look a little weird  and since it's my first fic it may start out bumpy, so with that let's get started)

                                            - 48 Hours before worldwide infection -

  I looked at the burning candle next to the bottle of wine. I sighed. I looked at the clock, 11:00, "she's not coming." I said flatly. Frowning I turned my attention back to the dancing flame, it was so full of life and hope. As if wanting to grow larger, as if it wanted to burn my apartment to the ground and then some. I barely focused on the flame, my horn began glow as i conjured a green bubble around the flame, watching it die and the smoke getting trapped in the bubble.

  I released the smoke from it's prison and watched it rise up to only be swept away by a fresh wind from a nearby open window, a smile tricked it's way on my lips, then just as quickly as it came, it reverted back into it's everlasting frown. I slid my rump off the mahogany chair,  landing with a soft *clop* as my hooves landed on the tiled floor. I rose a forehoof to my glasses pushing them up the small bridge of my nose to my maroon eyes.

  I trotted over to the window opposite of the one the smoke escaped from. The window loomed over this small portion of Manehattan, I sighed once again as I heard the laughs of foals. The noise echoed throughout Manhattan's many dark alleys, penetrating my ears, they were so.... so carefree not even worrying about the dangers of Princess Luna's beautiful night.

  I closed the window and slowly flipped it's latches to lock the window in it's place, I quickly checked the other window and door to make sure they were also locked, once I was satisfied with my security I walked past the kitchen and looked at the wine bottle i left on my counter, it sounds crazy but I swear on my grave that it beckoned for me, for me to drink it's luscious, corrupt liquid I tried to resist the temptation but I couldn't, my legs moved on there own. My legs slowly arrived at their destination, the wine bottle beckoned louder for me to drink it, I sighed and levitated it and one of the two wine glasses i had set out for me and my date, I looked deeply at the wine glass, it's elegance shining in the moonlight... I threw it at a nearby wall watching it shatter into bits... I quickly uncorked the bottle and brought it to my dry lips, I slowly lifted the bottle letting the liquid trickle into my mouth. I separated from the bottle for a second and quickly brought it back to my waiting lips and lifted it at a different angle than before, letting more of the fluid flow into my mouth, I lifted the bottle again, it flooded my mouth and I enjoyed every bit of it.

  I parted with the bottle after the liquid made it way into my stomach, I could never hold my liquor but we all have urges... right? My vision blurred as I dropped the bottle it crashed to the tiled floor and it's deep red-violet liquid splashed and moved on the white floor, "oops~" I said drunkenly.

  My home phone rang, I stumbled over to and tapped the speaker button, "h-hic-hi there~" I said drunkenly.

"... You alright?" The voice omitted through the speakers, even in my drunken state I recognized the voice, the one i waited for, the one that never came.

"Ooh... it's you-hic-"

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"It means that your a bitch who stood me up." I snickered.

"So I was a lil late, so what?"

"A LIL LATE?! Try th-hic-three fucking hours late, you...you...-hic- you bitch."

I heard her sniffle, " well fine then, fuck you!"

"No fuck you!"

"Fuck you!"

"You!"

"You!"

"YOU!!"

  I heard her slam the phone down, which led to a soft click, "no one likes you anyway." I mumbled. I stumbled to my single bed and flopped onto it letting the comfortable blanket soothe my green coated body and rested my head onto the pillow, I sighed and let my eyelid slowly block my blurred vision.

I bucked the door off it's hinges and watched it fly into the room then instantly felt a cold metal muzzle press against my temple, my eyes flicked to my left and saw the gun, a Mossberg 500 shotgun, magazine size 8 shells, weight... medium, spread..... large. My eyes looked past the gun to the pony holding the beast, he had a dark coat and a messy brick red mane, he wore a flak jacket and a crude bandolier with different colored shells in each loop.

"You move and your brain will meet my wall, you understand."

"The arms dealer I suppose?"

"Who's asking?"

"Me asshole."

He cocked the grip of the Mossberg, "wrong answer."

  I kicked the gun out of his hooves and watched it fly up and over the arms dealer. I felt a hoof strike my cheek, I stumbled back, regaining balance I charged at him, horn first.

It went through the jacket and into his chest, I pulled my horn out and watched the dark red blood trickle out, more and more, as he bled out I watched his face twist in agony.

"But?"

He paused for a moment to cough up some blood.

“But who are you?”

"My name is Herb, Herb Green.

He opened his mouth, but not a sound came.

  He opened his mouth again, "BEEB BEEB BEEB BEEB

  I awoke to the sound of the most dreadful thing to ever exist a goddamn alarm clock on full volume. I swatted at it with my hoof but it wouldn't stop til I up and smacked it so hard it fell out of the wall socket.

End of chapter 1.