I lay on the matress, my ears ringing slightly due to the ungodly silence. I was thinking about home, a nice hot meal, familiy, friends and KFC. Mmm, Chicken. I missed KFC. My thoughts were interupted by a bright light from outside that bus and said bus landing on its wheels. My combat instincts kicked in.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled as I shot up from the matress. Without thinking, I grabbed the nearest, two handed weapon next to me; a M82A1 anti-material rifle. Found the sucker in a military base. My boots thumped heavily as I descended the stairs. When I reached the front, I pulled the door lever and exited, looking left and right. I paused and stared at a weird animal. A purple horse with a horn on its head. It looked familiar, but I didn't think about it for too long. It opened its mouth, as if about to speak, but I spoke first.

"What the fuck are you?!" It fainted like a goat. Were I able to do so, I would have laughed.

I placed the deadly weapon down, crouching next to the horned horse. A Unicorn, if I remember correctly. With my new senses, I enhanced my hearing performance and focused on the unicorn. It was breathing, its heart was still beating and something was being broken down by stomach acid. Digestion.

I stood up and prodded it with the tip of my boot. Next, I picked up my rifle and prodded it again, the muzzle-break lifting a small bit of its fur. Just what was this thing? It looked familar. Like something I've seen before the "Incident".

Twilight... The creepy voice in my head whispered. ...Sparkle...

"Shut up." I dully said.

Ugh, fine. Way to ruin my act, man.

After rolling my eyes, I looked ahead. A forest. This thing didn't look like it'll survive a day in the wilderness. I turned around, only to be met by the blood-stained steel plating of the bus. I walked around the bus, completely ignoring the horse...thingy thing. Nothing could prepare me for what I saw.

A Town. An. Honest. To. God. Unharmed. Town. It was amazing. From what I saw, it had houses with roofs made of straw. A giant tree and, what I assumed was, the town hall. Maybe there's people there. That, or there's more of these horse things, which I found amusing. Pfft, horses building things without thumbs. What are they? Magic?

Hefting the gun in one arm, and the horse in the other, I went into the bus. Once the horse was secure, I closed the doors and turned the keys. The double decker roared to life, surprisingly. The bloody thing never worked for the last 2 days. I hit the gas, jolting slightly as it moved. After a quick three-point turn, I was on my way towards the small town, occassionaly looking moving about to get a good view out side the small slits in the 2 inch thick steel plate.

Andrew put down a book, picking up another which was of the same title, but different subtitle. Andrew, being a geek at school, loved books. He sat cross-legged in the middle of Ponyville's only library, reading a certain adventure book that a certain Rainbow-maned pegasus loved. Just as he was about to open the book, he heard a very familair noise.

Brraaaaa-Bbbbrrrruuuu

Andrew raised and eyebrow. He placed the book down and walked towards the door. After opening said door, he walked outside to join the crowd of curious ponies. They were looking at a big dust trail, more importantly, the big red thing that was making it. Suddenly, an orange pony with a stetson hat came up to him.

"What in th' hay is goin' on?" She asked, placing a hoof above her eyes to block out the bright sunlight.

"To be honest," the human said, "I have no idea." They kept on watching as it went closing. Some ponies ran behind cover while most of them shuffled their hooves nervously. The big red thing came closer. And closer.

The small town came closer. The bus bumped into the occasional rock. I had to remove my left hand from the wheel and replace my sunglasses to its normal postion repeatedly. I did it so much that I did it unconsciously.

Bump.

Bump.

Bu- ooh a bird.

Bump.

Bu-

SHUT UP!!

...sorry.

After humming a few tunes, the town became more visible. I could see some colourful shapes dotted around one of the roads. A road that I was on. I didn't use the horn, since they know what was going to happen if they didn't move out the way. After a few metres I managed to see the shapes more clearly. The really colourful ones were on all fours. More horses? Then there were the dull, tall ones. People. Actually, living, breathing, non-infected, no-chance-of-sprouting-scythes-out-of-their-arms-and-faces, fully clothed people. Were they the owners of these strange horses? If so, I would at least try to not drag them down the street and shoot them.

I arrived shortly, stopping near the horses and people. I opened the doors, grabbing the horse and the rilfe and finally stepping out of the bus. When both of my feet set foot on the ground, I gently set the horse down and stood up, instantly being surrounded by the horses. They were joined shortly by the humans. From what I saw, they were mere teenagers.

"HEY!"

Something collided with my back.

Dafuq was that?

Author's Note

Please be aware, I wrote this chapter in a Library. It was nearing its closing time and I had to finish it off and by things from Sainsbury's. I promise you a better chapter next time. (I make it all up as I go along.)