All Alone.

"Fuck this, I'm a mechanical engineer, not a caveman. I fix cars, not kill deer. Well, that thing tasted okay, but I'm dead if I run into some vegetarian or something.

As he walked along, the song Raindrops keep falling on my head kept playing in Jack's mind. It had been for hours. It was hot outside, but it was summer, he was pretty sure. Damn was it hot. They told him Richmond would be hot, but he had no idea it would be this hot. But then again, it didn't seem like he was near Richmond at all, he really had no idea where he was.

He spent five whole minutes staring at a sign he came across, and still had no idea what it meant. The road ahead branched in two directions, one branching off left slightly and the other going straight, but that wasn't what confused him. The two arrows that seemed to be pointing towards towns didn't really make any sense. The one that pointed to path leading left said Cloudsdale, and the one pointing straight said Ponyville. There was nothing to say how far away they were, but Jack could see something in the distance that looked like a church steeple. It was down the road going straight, so it must have been Ponyville. Jack wondered who the hell would name a town that, but a town meant civilization. He wasn't going to argue with him self on whether or not he should go.

"Oh look, a native. Great" Jack was getting pretty pissed off by standing in the hot sun with a twelve pound backpack on. But indeed, someone was coming. Or maybe something? From what he could see, a little orange horse was walking somewhat quickly down the road. "Orange? The fuck kind of horse is orange?" To add to that, it even had purple hair. It was now running pretty fast, right towards him. "Oh shit! He turned around an ran like hell. He wasn't any athlete though he could run pretty fast, but not as fast as this thing. Realizing he couldn't outrun it he suddenly stopped and turned around. The horse thing stopped as well, and for a few seconds they stared into each others eyes. Seeing this as a opportunity Jack kicked the thing as hard as he could in the face, then turned and ran like hell again. He thought he heard the thing cursing at him, but at this point he really didn't give a damn.

He was actually pretty sure he ran towards the town, but made a left and ran into an apple orchard. Seeing his starvation as an excuse to take whatever the hell he pleased, he took as many apples as he could from low hanging branches. Only after eating six or so did he realize that he still had the deer meat in his backpack. Survival really changes how a man acts and he really didn't care about persecution any more. He stopped after twelve apples because by now he had had enough to make his stomach hurt like a bitch and didn't want to become a fat bastard (he was an offensive man at some times). He actually fell asleep with an apple in his mouth, because he was both tired from running and he was sitting with his back to a tree. He took one last bite as all consciousness left his body.

It seemed midnight when he finally woke up. It was pitch black, he couldn't even see his hands in front of his face. It was cold, abnormally cold and didn't feel like he was in an orchard at all anymore. The ground itself was cold, and felt like stone to him. He could also feel a little stream running under his legs. It took him a few seconds to realize he was in some sort of building. "Maybe some guy got mad I kicked his horse" He thought. While thinking about some psycho horse lover locking him in a cellar to come beat him with a hammer he noticed a sliver of light coming from the ceiling. Particles of dust were flying around in the light. He went to the hole it came from and for some reason the ceiling was only around three feet high. He walked away light a little and found the ceiling was higher there, he could barely touch it. This led him to an ingenious idea that the light came through a hole in a door. He fumbled around for his backpack to get his matches but only then did he notice his backpack wasn't on his back, it was nowhere to be found. So he just went over to the hole and pushed up on it. To his surprise it opened easily. Apparently the person that locked him in there either didn't care if he got out or just forgot to lock it. There was also the chance they were sitting behind the door with a loaded shotgun but Jack eliminated that choice out of being an idiot.

He poked his head out the door. He was in a house, with no one holding a shotgun around him. The light was coming from a lantern on a nearby table. The walls were painted faintly yellow and the floor was hardwood. There were also a few paintings on the wall, but just of landscapes. He climbed out of the door and was greeted with silence. He closed the trap door behind him quietly just like he opened it. It didn't even creak, amazing. The room he was in seemed to be a dining room. There was a large, simple table with four chairs and behind him was a rather small sofa. In the front of the room there was a more decorative looking table and a large painting of a mountain above it. There was a doorway on either side of the table, and he decided to go through he doorway on the left. It was dark in the room, a clock on the wall read midnight. He was looking at the clock when out of nowhere something struck him on the back of his head. He fell down and hit his head again on a stool he hadn't seen before. He tasted blood and started to black out again. He really had no good luck.