vignettes

battered and bleeding, the pegasus filly shambled across the cracked, rubble-strewn pavement. she leaned heavily against some debris. every breath was an arduous chore to maintain, and she felt very tired. she felt like sleeping. her frail body suddenly wracked with coughs, only doubling her already severe pain. vomiting onto the ground, she couldn’t even manage to wipe the bile and blood from her lips.

they curled upwards into a soft smile, sleep sounds so nice right now

amongst the crumbling ruins of the city, the staccato gunfire wasn’t even loud anymore. all she could hear was the deafening ringing in her ears. sleep sounds.. the filly flattened back her ears, turning her blurried eyes towards the scorched landscape, the sprawling ruins of the warzone she had inexplicably stumbled upon. towards the setting sun, towards the west.

her little legs where shaking. another nightmarish, dull thud and the ground vibrated beneath her hooves. it hurt. oh celestia it hurt. pain. pain. pain. the sky was turning an ashen black, blotting out the dire red glare of the sunset. she didn’t have anything now. her saddlebags; her rifle… they.. then came a long drawling sound:

the sirens

the foal’s exhaustion has finally come to claim her. she spat more blood onto the ground, tears streaming from her eyes, and all she felt she could do was sleep. that’s all she wanted. let me have it she cried to herself.

there were other ponies yelling, they were near her now. the nearest reports of gunfire had also ceased, she barely noticed. sleep.

she didn’t know what she was doing here. she only wanted to find someplace to lie down. her wan face was even paler than usual, her soft green eyes seemed to be burning quickly out. her hooves were covered in soot and blood and grime and.. her blood it was pooling all around her.. it was

she fell to the ground.

“i have dreamed a dream, but now that dream

is gone from me”