Calling all cars, we got another victim…
In a blaze of flashing red lights, the faint song of an ambulance wail is heard. Wee-ooo! Wee-ooo! WEE-OOOOO! It races over the terrain while tossing sand, soil, and much without consideration. There are no roads to it is jostled haphazardly as it hits and bounces. The back doors are blown off long ago to expose the inner cabin. Tubes and bandages fly out the back with every jerk. It heads for the small gathering of horse and human at an alarming rate. Somewhere from inside the speaks plays oh so gently ”Long ago…just like the hearse you die to get in again…we are so far from you…” In a magnificent spectrum of science, the ambulance catches something and take air, all four tires sky bound before the earth’s gravity drags the mighty metal beast back to earth. It titters and bellies to it’s side just as it comes sliding up to the guests, resting within a few feet.
At first there is silence…the music choked on the grit before- ”BURNING ON! JUST LIKE MATCH YOU STRIKE TO INCINERATE!!” comes crying out as the driver’s side door flies open. A hand emerges (human) then the other and suddenly a mop of black hair and pale body covered in confusing and haphazard tattoos. A dark eyed girl (heavily eyeliner-ed?) peeps out from one side of her covered face. She looks directly at Obscene. ”Obscene…you’re my daahd. Hey.” Furiously flat ironed hair is tossed back to only fall back over a single eye. ”My bff Marty told me how to find you. I haaave to give you a message from the future.” Cue hair toss. ”We’re all human, daahd-bro. But, like, we’re horses too. But, like we’re people who write about horses…and being them. Fuck.” She falls quiet and looks at the ground. King Carnage would kill her if he knew she had escaped to tell them the secrets of the future. Whoa.