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Hivemind: Chapter 3
The Everfree Forest was unusually dark and misty for such a sunny morning; the group of six ponies could barely see where they were headed. Twilight Sparkle led the way, lighting up the path in front of them with her horn. Applejack, who had volunteered to carry the sleeping Pinkie Pie, trotted along next to her, while the others followed close behind. Off to the sides, in the depths of the forest, everything was covered in an impenetrable, dark fog. Almost anything could be hiding in the shadows between the trees, and each pony was familiar enough with the type of fauna that made the forest their home that the gaps were filled in all too vividly with imagined glowing eyes and sharp claws.
The ponies marched on in an uncomfortable silence. The only sound came from Pinkie's gentle snoring; even their hoofsteps seemed muffled by the mist. At last, Applejack could take it no longer.
"I don't like the looks of this," she said, breaking the silence. "All this fog... even for this place, 'ta
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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