Shellshock

Name: Disciple Team

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 0949 Hours (9:49 am)

Location: 253rd Engineer Company- X-Ray 2 Headquarters (Camp Blaster), Seaddle

A combat engineer/ advanced demolitions team, callsign Disciple, of Seaddle Army and Marine Reserves were running urban scenarios such as door breaching and in preparation of the reported attacks.

One could say it was a majestic and beautiful city with its skyscrapers and beautiful homes, back dropped by white capped and craggy grey mountains. The whole city was surrounded by nature’s beauty and lit from above by a hot and unobstructed sun.

However, this is not the case. Currently, Seaddle is held in a vice grip by Martial law, roadblocks, check points, restricted travel, and military support to the local police were in effect.  Everypony, down to the dogs and the cats, was ordered indoors, all civilians were been placed into military vehicles after a quick yet thorough search for explosives or weapons

Inside Camp Blaster's barracks, one soldier, Corporal Jazz, a pegasus from Manehatten with a slicked back black mane, light blue eyes, and a bright red coat, was sitting on the polished concrete floors of the steel barracks his squad racked in. He was silently grieving and raging about the destruction of his home. He had a CSS Bravo Radio Headset SEL strapped to his head, his body armor open along with his tactical vest, his desert pattern combat shirt and cargoes coated in dust and dirt as he thought of his family and friends.

"Alright, so what's going on in Manehatten?" asks Master Sergeant Shockwave. He was a dark purple unicorn with a black mane and piercing red eyes. He was wearing an olive t-shirt and black cargoes.

"No idea sir. Manehatten went dark several hours ago," sighs Staff Sergeant Diver. He had a deep green mane, grey eyes and a dark blue coat. He was wearing a coyote tan compression shirt and dark grey cargo pants with a bandana tied around his neck.

He eased up a bit as his best friend, Staff Sergeant Armored Knight, punched his shoulder playfully.

"Heh, as long as we watch each other’s backs, we got this," grins Knight. He's an earth pony stallion from Missourneigh with an orange mane, brown eyes and a red-orange coat. He wore a set of Multicam fatigues and an olive drab operator cap.

“I'm so glad I met you sweetheart,” Diver joked, a smile spread on his face, “You always know how to make my days better. Maybe tonight we can sleep together?” Knight rolled his eyes, having stopped playing games with Diver long ago.

"I just wanna find out who fucked my home up and rip their fuckin' heads off," grunts Corporal Jazz.

“Hey guys,” the voice of PFC Waxer called from across the room, his youthful face glued to the book he was reading. He was an earth pony with a red mane, white coat and soft blue eyes. “Why are we just sitting here? I mean it makes no sense to me.”

The private dog-eared the page he was on before he set it on a nearby table.

Shockwave simply shook his head, laughing inwardly to himself as designated markspony Specialist Prowler, a green earth pony with a dark brown mane and blue eyes, and Corporal Flare, a smoky grey earth pony with a red mane began to hum a tune, one that he knew quite well.

“I don’t get it. Is it something to do with what happened to Manehatten? I heard that it was some type of invasion. Is that why?” Shockwave shook his head.

“No, didn't you listen to the colonel's briefing? Our job is to set defensive positions just in case whatever hit Manehatten comes here. Remember?”

“I would've... if I stayed awake,” Waxer said absentmindedly.

Sighing loudly, Shockwave facehooved at the private's simple-mindedness.

“No, it’s because you’re possibly the biggest fuck up we have encountered.”

The private gave him a deathly glare as the team laughed, Waxer simply staring back to let him know he still outranked him.

“Well maybe he fits right in,” Knight said, his explosive tipped crossbow was balanced on his legs as he stripped and cleaned his weapon.

“I don't care. I just wanna go after whoever hurt my family,” Jazz grunted, using the bunk post for balance as he stood and walked over to the weapons locker the barracks had and pulled out his SAW.

“I would much rather have you baby…” he whispered to his weapon, pulling the charging handle back before cradling it.

“Corporal, if you keep talking to your weapon like that, then everypony is gonna think you’re a psycho,” Knight said while he keeps his eyes on his weapon.

Waxer also got his weapon, a Breechshot crossbow from the rack, adjusting the stock to his liking and fitting a few attachments to the top and fore-rails. He smiled as he tested the weight, finding the balance to his liking.

The squad resumed their bored state as the sun cooked their room.

Prowler had struck up a conversation with Flare, talking about what they were going to do when they finish their commitment contracts when a loud call signal from the radio started to blare followed by a distorted voice.

“Outgoing,” Knight asked, as he finished reassembling his crossbow.

“No, that’s incoming…” Shockwave said as the garbled message sounded over the speakers again.

“I’m telling you it’s outgoing,” Knight repeated.

XxX

Name: Clean Cut

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1000 (10:00 am)

Location: Seaddle Medical Center/ University

A light bulb flickered in the sealing over the desk full with research papers about the mysterious new "disease" that hit Manehatten. A spore sample had been taken from a corpse of a horribly disfigured pony outside the city limits by a group of medical students.

As Professor Clean Cut calculated and comparing result for a cure as ordered by the alicorn sisters in secret, he began to grow more and more frustrated as nothing seemed to effect the spores. He kept record of his progress in his leather journal and the equations to the different cures. All of them ended in failure.

"This damned thing is a nasty motherfucker, I'll give it that. These spores are the cause of the infection in which grows in the brain to such extremes it outgrows the space in the brain effectively killing over 75% of the intelligence leaving only the primal instinct like nourishment needs and location senses. The spores also breeds fungus from the skull and brain which causes it to harden into solid mushrooms from the head of the infected for all to see," he writes,

"One nasty motherfucker indeed," he said with a sigh.

XxX

Name: Law Keeper

Rank: Cadet

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1020 Hours (10:20 am)

Location: Seaddle University, Seaddle

"If your life is endanger, class, then you are cle-", the law enforcement instructor was cut off as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day.

The class packed up their belongings as Instructor Pacify reminded the class about their upcoming test.

“Remember class: y’all are due for your PT Exams on the second. Have a good weekend,” Pacify announced just as class ended. “Keeper, a word please.”

Law Keeper was a dark grey, earth pony stallion with a black mane and brown eyes. He was wearing a Seaddle Police Cadet uniform.

He nervously walked toward Pacify’s desk before setting his bag on the floor. He nervously stomped his hooves as Pacify gave him a smile.

“Mr. Keeper, the last report you did was phenomenal! You had the highest score all day.” He said as he shook his hoof.

“I-it was nothing sir…”

“’Nothing’,” he said in mock astonishment, “You have the highest grade in this class! You’ve outperformed everypony and displays excellent leadership skills! And you call that nothing?”

“My brother taught me everything. He’s a captain for the SPD’s Special Applications Task Force and he served in the Stalliongrad Military.”

“Really? He did a great job then. Give him my regards,” said Pacify as he gave Keeper a hoofbump.

Returning the bump, he grabbed his book off the floor and trotted out of the room.

XxX

Name: Kicker

Date: 2/27/2014

Time: 1020 Hours (10:20 pm)

Location: EP Fuel Refinery, Seaddle

Boredom was taking its toll on the three pony team that was tasked with maintain the fuel refinery while everypony else went home to be with their loved one.

"Alright, so what's going on?” asks Kicker. He was a white unicorn with a blue mane and green eyes. He was the co-foreman and a former combat engineer.

"The usual Kick: Everything is exactly the same from the last time you asked,” Sighed Live Wire, she was a pegasus one of the few females working at the refinery. Her dirty blonde mane was tied back in a ponytail and her dull green coat was specked in grease.

"SSDD at its finest," grunts Power Plant. An earth pony from Manehatten, he had a tan coat and a black mane and tail.

Unfortunately, something is going to happen that nopony in the room would ever guess.

XxX

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1035 Hours (10:35 am)

Location: Seaddle Outskirts (4 Miles Away From Roadblock A), Seaddle

"Victory shall be ours..." The Alpha said while eying the city before his army.

The army behind him howled in delight in the thought of another blood bath before sprinting towards the city.

XxX

Name: Disciple Team

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1040 Hours (10:40 am)

Location: 14th District- Shopping District, Seaddle

The team was all loading up their equipment for another inspection of the barricades and patrol of the city.

"Alright, so what's the mission?” asks Jazz.

"It's the usual move to contact patrol and inspection of the barricades we set up last night," replies Knight.

"Inspection? You mean to make sure those Guards didn't fuck up our shit right?” joked Prowler

"Obviously," sighed Waxer, "You know to never trust a Shiny with what we do. It's not their job to do it."

A low rumbling and a howl is heard in the distance.

"Hey hold up... That's weird...” ordered Soundwave.

"What?" asks Flare.

"Y'all didn't hear that? Sounds like a train approaching....

"I don't think that's a train man," Knight said.

"That doesn't sound right... let’s sound the alarm just to be safe," orders Soundwave.

"Yes sir!" the team yelled before heading out to the Central Control Area.

XxX

Name: Crack Down

Rank: Captain

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1200 (12:00 pm)

Location: Seaddle Police Station, Seaddle

It was lunch time for some of the Seaddle police department; except for Captain Crack Down, a dark grey, scar riddled earth pony stallion with a shaved mane and brown eyes. He was busy trying to decipher a rattling message from Manehatten that was from yesterday that lasted over the night.

"...is Maneha........Q...e..eed....assitanc.....re bei...overrun.......",

This is strange. We lost contact and this suddenly comes after a few minutes. The top brass did not give much detail. So much it was sustiotous.

Rubbing his temples, Crack Down sigh as his stomach rumbled.

Ah well, vremya obeda!

There was a bowl of Caviar, a dish of salted roe, often of Sturgeon, and a bottle of coffee with his name on it sitting right in front of him; that and the fact that it was a good month, with a massive narcotics bust along with catching a wanted pony trafficking smuggler, made his 'reward' that much better.

Crack Down looked at his food with joy and goofy smiles and a little bit of drool from anticipation as he devoured the eggs and took a swig from his coffee. As he chows down on his lunch, happy memories of his home in Stalliongrad and his family before the Serbineigh War resurfaced in his mind.

Suddenly an old alarm sounded off. It was so old, that dust flew from the speakers and landed on the heads on the police officers, pissing them off.

"HEY I JUST GOT THAT!"

"AW COME ON!"

The complaints stopped then they saw which alarm was triggered. A red light spinning illuminated the sign RIOT for all to see.

Suddenly the PA system sounded off as did every officer's radio.

All units please respond. We have orders to evacuate all civilians in down town Seaddle. There is a mysterious riots going on the suburban areas. Reports indicate... strange canines are leading the chaos. Military units have been dispatched to disarm the riots. All civilians are to be evacuated to the town hall as well as the West Side residential area. The university is to reunite the families with students. Only repeat this. It is an emergency evacuation protocol all-

Crack Down looked to his partner, Spike Strip, and both silently started to leave the station.

As they made it outside, they started to shove pedestrians out of their way. Some resisted, but it didn't last after they saw the modified, hoof-held police crossbows were being equipped. The ponies knew it was as serious then the local police is doing that so they left.

Crackdown ran to his house as other Special Applications Task Force members were getting armed he was going through the shopping district. The stores were boarded up as ponies were running to shelter as chaos all over Seaddle reigned.

Crack Down cut his focus at that time and looked over the city suburban was burning.

A megaphone pitched: "ALRIGHT PONIES THIS IS AN EMERGENCY EVACUATION! GO HOME AND PACK ONLY ONE BAG OF CLOTHES AND NECESSITIES AND GO TO FOLLOWING MAKESHIFT EVACUATION CENTERS: TOWN HALL HOSPITAL, AND RESEDENTUAL DISTRICTS! THE LOCAL UNIVERSITY IS FOR RELATIVES ONLY!"

Crack Down drowned the last bit of his lunch before sprinting out of the office.

XxX

Name: Clean Cut

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1220 (12:20 pm)

Location: Seaddle Medical University, Seaddle

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE DAMN PATIENTS?" Clean Cut fumed.

"How the hell did the samples get into the air vents?! Who's the fucking dead stallion that did this?!" Clean Cut raged at an intern.

"I-I-I don-," the intern was terrified. All he did was show up and now he as getting the ass chewing of a lifetime for something he had no knowledge of.

"It was hard enough to even study the complexity of the stupid thing and all the tests held no results. And NOW my sample disappeared?! WHAT?! DID THEY JUST GROW LEGS AND DECIDE TO LEAVE?! DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THIS IS?!”

“Professor please… I don’t know anything! I just came in, I swear!” cried the scared intern, “I didn’t do anything!”

Clean Cut sighed.

“Go alert the director… She’ll know what to do.”

With that, the intern sprinted to Director Micro’s office, eager to get away from his enraged teacher.

XxX

Name: Crack Down

Rank: Captain

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1230 (12:30 pm)

Location: District 12- Residential Area 1, Seaddle

Crack Down rushed though the shopping district, trying to get home for his gear, which was at his closet back home as multiple APCs, belonging to the local Royal Guard and the SATF rolled through to the suburban areas.

As he reached his house, Crack Down's wife, Feather Touch, was awaiting his return.

"Gde tebya cherti nosili raspravit'sya?!" she demanded in a worried tone.

Where in the hell were you Crack Down!?

K sozhaleniyu mladenets, my prosto poluchili prikaz ob evakuatsii . Poni , eto poyti v bol'nitsu ili ratushi. YA khochu, chtoby ty v Semeynyy Evakuatsiya v universitete, chtoby poluchit' zakon Khranitel'

Sorry babe, we just got an evacuation order. Everypony is to go to the hospital or town hall. I want you to go to the Family Evacuation at the university to get Law Keeper

Trotting over to his bedroom closet, he pulls out a black duffel bag that holds his gear. He dons his black coveralls under a black tactical vest and a gas mask resting on his forehead.

"YA tak tebya lyublyu rebenka", Crack Down whispered in his wife's ear as a tear of worry fell from her face.

I love you so much baby.

She kisses her husband before whispering back to him.

"Tol'ko chto vernulsya bezopasnoye rebenka."

Just come back safe baby.

XxX

Name: Kicker

Date: 2/27/2014

Time: 1549 Hours (3:49 pm)

Location: EP Fuel Refinery, Seaddle

“Well isn't this going smoothly!" Kicker exclaimed.

Almost at the end of his shift, a leak in the Heavy Hydrofuel Reservoir tripped a sensor. Forcing him and his crew to stay back longer.

I just can’t win… He groaned mentally.

"BOSS! THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG!" Power Plant yelled.

"What the fuck now!?” Kicker’s frustration finally boiled over, “Is there always something broken in this dump!?"

"No, it's ponies, chief! There’s something wrong with them!" Plant said in a fearful tone.

"Are you sure you didn’t drink too much coffee again? Remember last time at the Hearth’s Warming party?"

"Kick…Have you ever seen a pony walk with three legs? With the last leg fucking ripped off!?"

"Alright, alright. I’ll check it out," Kicker said as he retrieved his old hoof-held crossbow.

Sudden banging sounded on his office door.

"Yo boss there's some.....things that's trying to knock our gate down!" Live Wire yelled from behind the door

"Things? The fuck you talking about?" Kicker asked in disbelief.

XxX

Name: Disciple Team

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1430 (2:30 pm)

Location: District 10- Market Plaza, Seaddle

"AMBUSH!" yelled a guard.

Not long was he hit by a clawed paw to the right side of his head the blunt force was hard enough to break the spinal cord with a resonating CRACK!

"AW SHIT! FIRE AT THAT THING!" screamed Knight as he, and the rest of the team opened fire. It was not long until the demon hit the ground in a satisfying splat.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!” hollered Shockwave.

Not finished yet, Jazz ran up to the dead demon and repeatedly smashed the thing's head in with his SAW's butt stock.

It took Shockwave and Knight to pull Jazz from the dead thing.

After they pry Jazz off of the body, he starts to rant.

"How does it feel now, you filthy motherfuckers? Celestia-damned, dirty, motherfuckers try to fuck with me? FUCK YOU! That's what you get when you try to ambush Disciple motherfucker you get dead! Fuck bitch!"

"Jazz, shut the fuck up and stop acting like a retard. That thing's fuckin dead bro," says Prowler.

Just as he finished his sentence, a loud roar was heard from about a mile away.

XxX

Name: Tripod

Rank: Colonel

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1300 (1:00 pm)

Location: Seaddle Skyline Command Center, Seaddle

The radio was crackling as multiple voices sounded at once.

"We need back up in –static-…”

“Civi-static-lians at District-static are being ambushed by these things! Where's our -static- reinforcement?!”

“Multi-static-ple security breached at –static- the wes-“

"Somepony shut that off! And can sompony tell me what the hell is going on?" Tripod ordered in frustration before a new voice called over the radio.

"Seaddle Police, this is Predator Team. We have eyes on a massive army outside of town, please respond," a sudden voice came over the radio. It was not one of the SPD.

"This is SAD Command; repeat your last, over?”

“We say again: large forces are advancing to the suburban area.  We advise you to dig in. Celestia has grounded all forces. You are on your own."

Great, as if it was not shitty enough.

"Who is this?" Riot asked.

"Just call me...011," the voice said before the transmission ended.

"Hurry up everypony time is of the essence! I want the SPD and those reservists down there yesterday!"

XxX

Name: Crack Down

Rank: Captain

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1240 (12:40 pm)

Location: District 11- Residential Area 3, Seaddle

Crack Down, Spike Strip; a white pegasus with a shaved mane and the team markspony, Semtex, a grey earth pony with a short, dull blue mane and the team breacher and communications handler; and Asaf, a borrowed medic from Ishayel's Shin Bet Counter Terrorist Unit with a dark brown coat and a black mane, marched down the streets of District 11.

Crack Down yelled, "Anypony who lives in District 11, report to the evacuation site! The Reservists and Royal Guards will escort you to the safe zones!"

The mass of civilians ran to Crack Down and his team while the regular police officers performed a headcount.

"We got about eighty ponies here and ready to go!" Asaf reported.

"Then it's go time!" Crack Down said

XxX

Name: Law Keeper

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1640 (4:40 pm)

Location: Seaddle University, Seaddle

Law Keeper was getting the MRE's for he and his sister-in-law as he trotted near a few police officers were talking.

"Any word on Crack Down’s team?"

"Nothing man. Last I heard they were scouting out District 11 for anypony left behind."

"What, are they crazy? That place is crawling with those things!"

“Hey, he’s a good guy. Have some faith in the stallion.”

Keeper didn't say a word he just kept moving as a lump slowly started to build in his throat.

XxX

Name: Disciple Team

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1640 (4:40 pm)

Location: District 10- Market Plaza, Seaddle

SHERUNK! SHERUNK! SHERUNK!

The sound of crossbows filled the shopping district from the florist shop window and into the almost deserted streets. Prowler at looked Knight as he brought his head and Breechshot back inside.

“Keep up the pressure boys! We got this!” Knight yelled as he blasted another demon's head off.

The members of Disciple obeyed, scanning their sectors over the ruined, and burnt out ruins of what had once been Seaddle’s main shopping district.

Shockwave remembered this place from when he was a child. His mother other often brought his late brother and sister, Sand Storm, and Cloud Skipper here for ice creams. A corpse lay underneath their once favorite Maple tree, an expanding puddle of blood and moans coming from the twitching limbs before a giant over-grown mushrooms started to grow out of it's caved in head along with a rapid click as the corpse stood up and started looking in every with direction before stumbling down the road away from Disciple.

"What the fuck is that?" asked Jazz.

Hearing his voice, the reanimated body let out a loud screech which was echoed by a dozen other.

First one.

Then two.

Then a dozen more.

Dear Celestia. They're all around us, ran through every pony’s mind.

The mutilated bodies all ran towards Disciples position. Everypony started firing and tearing through the ranks, but the noise was only drawing more of the Infected towards them.

Prowler was on the top floor of the building with Jazz, providing overwatch.

Armored Knight, Shockwave and the rest of the team were on the first floor.

Waxer hugged his Breechshot tightly against his chest and looked out at the approaching mob.

They could hear the APCs from the SATF rumbling from a nearby neighborhood.

“Eyes peeled gents! Remember: aggressive, not reckless!” ordered Shockwave as everypony laid their ammo out in an easy-to-reach fashion.

Knight pulled out his map. He poured over it for a minute before growling and giving Shockwave a very grim look.

“We’re boxed in.”

Shockwave wracked his brain before Diver spoke.

“Not quite, there are tunnels underneath this place. They can get us back to Seaddle Skylines.”

The Seaddle Skylines was where the command element was based.

“Show me where,” Knight said as the three moved away from the line and deeper into the building.

Soundwave grabbed the pen he always kept in his flak jacket and scribbled on the map as Diver explained the directions aloud.

“CONTACT!” hollered Flare.

“DISCIPLE, YOU ARE CLEARED TO ENGAGE!”

The three returned to the line and gave instructions to the men.

The building was shaken by the howl of the infected ponies.

Jazz and Prowler laid down suppressive fire as the troops on the lower levels picked off surviving targets.

Flare, Waxer and Knight had already burned through three of their seven clips during the first wave of the fight. Diver, Jazz, Shockwave and Prowler had used a little of 50% of their ammunition.

The situation was looking grim for the team.

XxX

Name: Clean Cut

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1650 (4:50 pm)

Location: Seaddle General Hospital, Seaddle

“OH SHIT!" Clean Cut screamed.

He ran like hell was erupting at his hooves while the infected patients stampeded towards him.

As he ran down the halls, he witnessed his coworkers being dismembered and eaten by the reanimated ponies.

He reached his salvation, as he passed the doorstep and locked the door.

This is it. I’m going to die… might as well leave a message to the one who finds me…

With that he walked over to the desk with the diary in hoof before dipping the quill in the ink well. As he was writing his last words, he was strange he was at peace despite the tings were trying to rip the door off its hinges, yet he should have felt remorse that he couldn't find a cure.

He thought of his family, his graduation from Seaddle Medical School, becoming the head doctor, and finally that intern he took under his wing.

"Fuck it…” he muttered grabbing an emergency fire axe and readied himself.

“Sorry guys, but this is the end,” he said with a faint smile on his face.

Suddenly the door burst off its hinges as multiple infected screaming towards the doctor.

XxX

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1440 Hours (2:40 pm)

Location: Canterlot Castle, Canterlot

Again, the generals, Captain Shining Armor and the Royal Sisters were viewing the situation in Saddle.

"Celestia, please. We NEED to mobilize. Do you know how much blood is on your hooves right now? How many of your ‘little ponies’ need to die before you let us do our jobs?" pleaded Apex.

"This is a job for the ESOC princess," agreed Shining Armor.

“No, this can be handled with the local law enforcement,” stated Celestia.

“No sister! They cannot handle this! They were never trained for an invasion!” yelled Luna in the Royal Canterlot Voice.

Celestia sighed before ignoring the constant pleas of her generals and sister.

XxX

Name: Disciple Team

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1510 Hours (3:10 pm)

Location: District 10- Market Plaza, Seaddle

In the chaos, Disciple Team fired back against the overwhelming hoard with everything they had. As per the gospel of their instructors, they picked and chose their targets who they knew they could hit in order to save ammo.

They heard more shouts in the distance, guiding the others to the team’s position.

With every few shots, their number grew fewer as one finally went down under a hail of arrows and offensive spells. The crossbows thudded comfortably in the soldiers’ grasps until…

CLICK…

Silence – the loudest sound when you expect a SHERUNK.

Celestia, please, no!

More bodies ran to Disciple’s defensive perimeter.

“I’m out!” hollered Waxer.

“Same here!” shouted Flare.

“Damnit! We need to move!” yelled Diver.

SHLIK!

A horrible, burning, sensation shot through Knight’s neck. His flak jacket’s neck guard was powerless to do anything against the bite of an infected pony as it tore out his throat.

He gurgled in shock and pain. The still-armed explosive crossbow slid from his grasp, and then then both his body and weapon hit the cold checkerboard linoleum floor.

Time seemed to slow as the weapon hit the floor.

A foot... six inches... four inches... an inch...

BOOM!

XxX

Name: Crack Down

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1530 Hours (3:30 pm)

Location: District 11- Residential Area, Seaddle

"INCOMING!" a policemare yelled as the SPD and SATF opened fire on the horde.

The mare and four of the twelve pony joint team were pounced on and ripped apart by the demons.

Crack Down sprinted to a nearby roadblock which has an emplaced, belt-fed Heavy Auto-Ballista (also affectionately called the Shredder) and loaded it.

“Get down!” he screamed as he took aim and started firing.  The heavy arrows hit one demon after another.

Crack Down kept up the fire until the belt of arrows ran out of ammunition. He then switched to his Breechshot while the demons retreated.

He looked over the remaining members of his detachment of the residential area. The district was a unrecognizable shithole as fires burned a good portion of the one beautiful suburbs down and mangled corpses littered the streets.

Suddenly, the radio started to receive a strange transmission; one that wasn’t on the SPD or SATF radio frequencies.

"Special Applications Task Force and Seaddle Police Department, this is Predator Team. Interrogative: is there any out there?"

Semtex answered, "Predator Team, this is Semtex of the SATF, we could use some tactical advice."

"Understood Semtex, what's the personnel count and ammunition count?"

"We are an eight pony, joint team and about twenty four clips of bolts left between the eight of us. We also have 75 civs in District

9 Evacuation Zone."

"What kind of attack are they using?"

"Brute force. They are only a mass swarm without real battle tactics. They just attack without a thought of life."

“Roger Predator thanks for the update. Semtex out.”

XxX

Name: Kicker

Date: 2/27/2014

Time: 1549 Hours (3:49 pm)

Location: EP Fuel Refinery, Seaddle

"What the fuck is that!?" Kicker then said.

"Fucked if I know boss! These things are all over Seattle!"

Power Plant then tuned on the video crystal to see what was going on while the others barricaded the doors and went through the shut off procedures to prevent and explosion.

Power Plant then found the local news station.

"This is Seattle Local News. We interrupt the normal broadcasting for this grave news on the street. We have a live look from our correspondent, Ms. Paparazzi."

"Thank you. As we see here, riots are overwhelming the city as military and law enforcement are ordered to kill, what they call, 'Infected' ponies, on sight. Here we have Colonel Tripodl who is a key commander of the police and military joint defense of the city. Sir, can you please tell the public how to do then they cross path the 'Infected'?" the news mare said Tripod came and answered, "You can identify the Infected by the big fungus on their heads and aggressive behavior. Please avoid ALL contact with Infected individuals. As a last resort, aim for the head when attacking. But ONLY use this as a last resort."

"Thank you sir. It has been stated that mass evacuations is happening all over the city the locations are the University of Seattle and the apartment complexes. Staying is not an option. Look for police officers that can point you to a safe path to either evacuation centers there will be provide protection and shelt-"

At that point an Infected threw itself against the poor mare, colonel and camera stallion as they screamed. The camera fell right at the perfect angle to show the true brutality of the Infected before the feed was cut.

"Oh Celestia, did you see that thing?!.....What?... Alright, the military states that the refinery workers are to stay at the location as  are inbound the workers are advised to barricade  the doors and defend it until the military arrives. That's all for now but we will keep updating as long as we can."

It was then that the screen skipped to the sign "EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM" took up the crystal’s monitor.

"Did they just tell us to go f ourselves?" Live Wire said to no one specifically.

“Pretty much Wire" Kicker said as he loaded his crossbow, "this is going to be one hell of a ride."

XxX

Name: Law Keeper

Date: 2/27/2014

Time: 1555 Hours (3:55 pm)

Location: Seaddle University, Seaddle

Law Keeper returned to his room where he looked like he’s been fighting back tears.

"Law, is something wrong? You look upset," Feather asked.

"No, nothing is wrong. I just… had a hard day in school today," he answered with a fake smile.

“You can’t hide from me Law, something’s eating at you. What did you hear?” she asked as she hugged her brother-in-law.

Law Keeper’s tears forced their way out as he wept for his brother.

“I-I heard that my brother’s still out there… Back in the Residential District…”, he whimpered.

The news put her on edge as well as tears started to form in her eyes.

XxX

Name: Crack Down

Date: 2/28/2014

Time: 1600 Hours (4:00 pm)

Location: Harmony Apartment Complex Single Homes, Manehatten

The sound of crossbows and metal on flesh echoed throughout the streets of District 11.

The sound of eight officers making their final stand resonated throughout the area.

Bodies upon bodies littered the street with bolt and slash wounds in their heads and fresh blood oozing out each body. Instead in being fear and retreating by the sight of the bodies, it gave the monstrosities a reason to fight.

The Infected and the demons were running across the bloody grounds to kill the last remaining threat that matched their takeover.

Across the street, the horde tried to assault Spike Strip’s team’s half of the street as Crack Down’s laid covering fire.

The officers continued to fight, even though all hope was lost.

Arrow after arrow, slash after slash made their fatal mark into each freak, killing them instantly. However, as each demon went down, another replaced it.

"Semtex, Gamma, Jackal!" Crack Down said in his microphone.

His breacher and the two officers were supposed to be building behind his.

"Do you copy?" Crack Down asked again, hoping his officers were alive, but only static answered.

"Shit..." he said, gritting his teeth as reloaded his crossbow.

"Holy shit!"  screamed Cobalt as he gave covering fire, "There is too many of them!"

Spike Strip’s crossbow clicked as his ammunition ran dry. Asaf heard this and covered his partner.

Cover me! I’m reloading!” Spike ordered as his team opened up.

Asaf silently acknowledged as he focused on the four approaching demons before mentally marking them from closest to farthest.

After doing so, he quickly took them out in rapid succession.

“Nice shot!” cried one of the officers.

Asaf didn’t say anything. He just focused on what was in front of him.

The freak's numbers intensified as they closed in on the buildings, trapping the remaining teams.

Just then, Spike Strip came on the net, "Asaf and Gunner is down! I repeat I’m the only one lef-!"

And just like that, Crack Down and his partner, Cruiser was all that remained. Taking up their weapons, the two used the both started their contingency plan.

Reaching for the detonator for the eight pounds of C4 strapped in their rucksacks, the two primed it before sling the packs on their backs.

The two then began to re-engage the demons with what little ammo they had left.

SHNICK!

SHNICK!

SHNINK!

SHNINK!

“LAST MAG!” Crack Down yelled.

“I’M OUT!” hollered Cruiser.

The demons were closing in. A sense of dread filled their hearts as there was only one option left...

They dropped their weapons and waited. As the hoard closed in on the two, they then held up the detonators and squeezed the trigger. The last things Crack Down remembered were the priceless look on demon’s face and the final thoughts of his family.

Mat',Otets. YA vozvrashchayus' domoy ...