Utopia

Goldenrod looked horrified at the princess' body. "M-my Celestia..... it's..... what have....." he shook his head. "I gotta get going!" He started off down a narrows corridor. He had no idea where he was going, and at the rate he was moving, he would be caught and killed. His hooves were clacking loudly on the linolium floor, no matter how hard her tried to sneak, each step was CLACK CLACK CLACK. Goldenrod looked around shakily, checking for anything to muffle his hoofsteps, when he saw some cloch on the wall. He ripped it down and wrapped it around his hooves, tesing it out. Each step was then more of a shuffle, rather than a clacking noise.

Even with muffled hoofsteps, he couldn't find his way out of the facility, it was always a dead end, or a hall leading to a squadren of gaurds. He was lucky they hadn't found the princess' body. Unfortunately, his luck ran out then. An alarm sounded, and he froze in place. A warning message displayed: WANRNING, SOMEONE HAS KILLED PRINCESS TWILIGHT! ALL GAURDS ON ALERT! The message ended, and the alarm continued. Goldenrod scrambled down a random hallway, thinking to himself. 'What have i DONE?' he thought. 'I killed a princess and five different stallions... i deserve to be reconditioned.' He knew it was too late for that, that he was going to have to face this like a true stallion, and fight it all the way to the end.

Gaurds came from both sides of the hall, shouting commands and glaring angrily at Goldenrod. Goldenrod looked back and forth quickly, and shouted at the top of his lungs. As he expected, this threw the gaurds off in confusuin, and he headubtted one, jumping over him and galloping off. The gaurds persued closely, a knife was thrown at his hind hoof, missing by an inch, causing him to run faster. Goldenrod started to stumble, and fell to the floor with a thud and a slide. He found himself at the bottom of the door that read EXIT, but before he could stand up, the stallions surrounded him. Beating him with night stacks and the backs of guns, he tried to fight back , but it was too overwhelming.

Goldenrod had had enough! He grabbed the nightstick of one gaurd, he smaked him across the face, doing the same to the others, he stood, and brought it down hard on the bigest one. A loud SNAP and he droped to the floor, as did the top half of the nightstick. Goldenod looked at the sharp part of the brocked nightstick, and got an idea. He turned to another one of the assailants, and shoved it into his nack, a slight spray of blood and he too fell. The other four backed up slowly, not wanting this to happen to them. Goldenrod turned to the door and burst out. Freedom at last, time to get out this wretched city.