My name is Adam. I'm 32 years old. I had a loving wife and three beautiful children. I was a school teacher in Chicago. I took up archery at a young age and I hunted often. I got married after I got my teaching license, already had a kid and had two more: A boy and two girls; Adrian, Alice and Michelle, respectively. Of course, that was before that whole zombie fiasco happened.

I lost a lot to them, ya know?

Sorry if I ramble, it's hard to keep my thoughts straight knowing this will be the last thing I ever tell someone before I die. Being told this is my last request sort of showed me just how mortal I was, how trivial my life was.

Ironic, no?

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Eh, you wouldn't get it. Odds are you're just some pampered noble sitting on the throne of a broken world, waiting for people like me to knock you off your high horse.

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Get it? High horse? No? Well, I hope you laughed, anyways. That would make me dying worth it in the end, I suppose.

I'm getting ahead of myself though, so let's take a few steps back, because god knows it only takes one wrong one to lose everything.

November 6th, 2010.

"And that is why you don't become an English teacher." I said to my second period class of sophomores, having finished a story about my own time in high school. The class burst into laughter, which had slowly been building as I continued my story. I chuckled with them, nodding as I walked over to my desk, opening my email. "Alright class, hop to your assignment." I sat down, reveling in the silence as the class began to work quietly. Refreshing the webpage, two new emails caught my eye, both within minutes of each other.

The first was from the woman at the front office...

Sorry, I forgot her name. It's been awhile.

I do remember what the email said, though. It said there were several disturbances reported nearby and to keep a watchful eye for any problems.

The second one was from the administration itself, and the words in it I will never forget.

'We have been informed that there is no danger nearby, it was simply a false alarm. Ignore anyone who says otherwise. Continue teaching your classes, and god bless you all.'

I couldn't put together a logical sentence as I sat staring at the computer, my mind running laps around the meaning of the email. Not a sound left my lips as I rose to my feet and left the classroom. None of it made sense except the last words.

God bless you all...

I shook my head, shutting the door behind me and letting out a sigh.

I always loved kids. Even when I was a teen, barely out of that stage myself, I liked taking care of kids, teaching them things they didn't know before. The smile someone got when they learned something new, and to cause that smile was a goal of mine through life.

I couldn't handle failure, whether it was mine or someone else's. I remember one time, my wife said I couldn't climb the side of a cliff we passed while we were hiking. To prove her wrong, I set out to climb the cliff. I made it to the top, and laughed, jumping into the air and fist pumping.

The rock gave way and I fell. I broke my ankle and had to listen to my wife tell me she was right, over and over. I couldn't argue with her, though.

I had a tendency to do stupid things.

I leaned against the door into the classroom, sighing as I hung my head. I stared at my sneakers, past my shaking hands, breathing heavily as the worst conclusions sprung to my mind.

Why is that? I questioned myself as I had the tendency to do. I shook my head, trying to think clearly for a moment. He had a good point, why was I freaking out? Sure the administration personally took time from their day to send a mass email to teachers, and they did 'bless us' but that didn't mean something bad was going down... Did it?

I did little to assuage my concerns, so with a determined nod, I set out to the the front office to find answers. As I did, I passed classrooms that were empty and full, doors opened and closed, quiet and loud... Life and Death.

Quit being so dramatic, nobody is going to die. I couldn't believe that, even if I was the one to say it. Well, think it.

I stopped outside the office and poked my head through the window, casually calling out "Hell..." I started a greeting, but trailed off when I was greeted with a dark and empty office. "O?" I shook my head in disbelief, preparing to head back to my class to grab my coat and dismiss them when the fire alarm went off.

"Son of a bitch..." I muttered, turning to walk out the front doors, when a sight caught me off guard. The sight of a man in a trench coat stumbling towards the glass double doors. Behind him, half a dozen more were spread out, and every one of them had some kind of injury and was covered in blood.

So naturally my mind jumped to zombies. "Nope!" I did a 180 and ran for the back entrance, which was a much quicker way to the parking lot anyhow. Nice coincidence, huh?

As it turns out, that way wasn't the best either. I turned down a hallway and saw students running out the back door, screaming as the janitor munched on some teenage girl. His leg was torn up to hell, blood still dripping from the major wound. He was too focused on on his lunch to care though, as I noticed.

Being the hero I am, I jump kicked him and pulled the girl away, but quickly found out that there was no point. She had already died from the massive loss of blood. Got my shoes dirty to save a dead girl, AND I got the attention of the slightly overweight bearded man.

He had managed to stay on his feet and was already stumbling towards me, growling in anger at my interruption of his meal. I charged him, sweeping his legs out from underneath him and running past as fast as I could handle.

Did I mention I was an avid hand to hand combat freak? Well I did now. Yeah, sort of something I wanted to know, in case I ever needed to use it. Turns out, I did.

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Sorry, can we skip this part? It's hard. No, don't write this part down. I still see you writing. Ugh, fine, we can take a break. Grilled Cheese is fine.

I stare at Twilight for a moment before I nod in confirmation. "Thank you." I say, the gentleman I have always been. The delicious cheesy goodness that is a Grilled Cheese floats over to my mouth again, and I take another bite. I chew for a moment before swallowing. "So." I say as I watch the alicorn sit in the chair across from mine, though hers lacks the leather straps the guards were kind enough to give me. "Wonderful weather we're having."

She nods. "Indeed. Today is supposed to be nice." I was being sarcastic, as I can't see anything from my cell below Canterlot Castle, but she took it literally.

I decide to make a suggestion, "You should take the day off, take a break. I'm not going anywhere." Part of me genuinely wants her to have a nice time, but the selfish part of me just wants a moment to sleep.

She shakes her head. "Sorry, but I promised the princess I would carry out your request as promptly as possible, which means no big breaks until the end." Well, that's a shame, I think to myself.

After another few minutes, she nods. "Right, let's continue."

"Okay, so I was running towards the door, when I felt a strange feeling in the back of my mind..."

Author's Note

This might seem silly, but I'm uploading this a little early just in case what Poultron is saying ISN'T a joke. That, and I had it done and this motivated me to post it.