Кусочек неба / A Piece of Sky: Chapter 2
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[hr] psychoshy 27.06.18 в 23:08 |
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My heart was pounding hard, ringing in my ears. I stared into the empty eye sockets for a few seconds until I realized [i]what[/i] I was holding. A wave of disgust ran through my body and I, with a shudder, let the skull fall. It plopped into the water and went down. No. No way. While I was walking here, I must have crushed twenty or something of these... these... psychoshy 05.07.18 в 10:44 |
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I did not care if I would have stepped on the bones. The flashlight down, I just fled forward and away from this horror. Dead ponies? Here? How? If any old pony died, he was solemnly buried by our whole town. And there were dozens of ponies who had just died. Nopony buried them. Nopony even moved their dead bodies! psychoshy 05.07.18 в 13:01 |
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I was wrong. Some bodies were moved. But not so as to to bury them. When I was running past another fire pit, I noticed a rusty piece of iron—a woodcutter's axe without a handle—and, a tad further, a large mountain (a neatly folded mountain!) of charred pony bones. No. Thinking about it was too scary. Still, I got distracted for a second and rammed into an iron bar sticking out of the floor, a sheet of tin tied to it with a wire. My sore leg touched the ground. psychoshy 05.07.18 в 13:04 |
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Okay, Fly. No panic. There was no danger, these ponies had been dead for a very, very long time, and they certainly were not murdered by anything. They had just sat here and died. But what made them gather in this hole? Think, Fly. No panic. I took a deep breath to calm down, and then I found out something was wrong. The stone I leaned against was not warm. It was not stone at all—but a wall of metal. psychoshy 05.07.18 в 01:17 |
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[hr] psychoshy 27.06.18 в 23:09 |
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[center][i]LET US IN YOU BASTARDS!! psychoshy 27.06.18 в 23:09 |
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WE'RE DYING HERE!![/i][/center] psychoshy 27.06.18 в 23:09 |
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[i]Welcome to Stable Nineteen! psychoshy 27.06.18 в 23:14 |
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Stable-Tec. Terminal #1. Operator #1. Project 19. System #3.[/i] psychoshy 28.06.18 в 00:10 |
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Celestia be safe under my bed... psychoshy 28.06.18 в 02:27 |
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[hr] psychoshy 27.06.18 в 23:14 |
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Sweet Celestia, what was so wrong with me?! At least two dozen dead ponies lay there! Dead! They would not get up and say hello anymore. They would not throw a party with friends and would not read a bedtime story to their kids! I had no idea why they had died here. Who knew if they were suffering? If they were hungry and thirsty? Did they think they would never see sunlight and stars and sky again? Had they ever seen it at all...? psychoshy 05.07.18 в 16:08 |
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And there was no light either. psychoshy 27.06.18 в 23:14 |
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[hr] psychoshy 27.06.18 в 23:14 |
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[i]Bang! Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.[/i] psychoshy 05.07.18 в 16:11 |
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[hr] psychoshy 27.06.18 в 23:14 |
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[i]Run, you dumb filly![/i] psychoshy 28.06.18 в 00:13 |
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But where? Outside? psychoshy 28.06.18 в 02:28 |
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