Equestria War 1

I groaned, and blinked my eyes in the bright light that seemed to be all around me, making my head throb with pain. Then it came rushing back, the abandoning, the attack, and the faces.

As my vision cleared, I found myself squinting into the bright light of the hummer's emergency lamp which had been moved to send it's glare rudely into my eyes

I raised a hoof to sheild my vision but found it unable to move. becoming a bit more aware of my surroundings, I saw the figure of something lurking just beyond the reach of the lamp's glow. Despite being constantly drilled not to fear, I was completely helpless and vulnerable and it was starting to get to me.

My heart beat faster and I flexed my metal claw repeatedly as the figure drew a knife from it's side with a -shhhk-

"Just stop!" I said "Let me go!"

The figure didn't respond, but stepped into the light. It was the mare from earlier, and she held the gleaming knife in a sheath of blue magical energy and bent over the ropes that held me down on the table.

"Sorry about that, but I had to check you"

"Check me?!" I said, still a bit freaked "check me for what?"

"Bites, scratches, signs of a turner. You know, right?"

I did know. Each morning with the group, we would undergo physical examination for any sign of infection, or any other personal problems that might endanger the safety of our little bunch of criminals.

"Yeah" I said as she moved around me, severing each of the restraints.

When she was done, I sat up and groaned as I felt my muscles stretch out tightly and several bones pop.

"Hey, with that examination" I started" "You weren't checking... ya' know.."

"Fraid so" she responded with a smirk. I groaned again, this time from embarrasment.

"Don't take it like that. I may not be that old, but I've seen bites in places stranger than that"

"Dare I ask where"

"No, probably not"

I chuckled in spite of myself, but it soon faded to a sigh as I remembered what had happened to all of my friends.

"Survivors remorse" she said

"huh?" I looked up at her.

"Survivors remorse, it's when everyone else dies and you feel guilty that you're still alive"

"No" I retorted a bit more harsh than intended, though the other mare took no notice.

"I may be young, but I'm not stupid. I can see your hurt, and you have more than I've seen in anypony."

"It's not just from the convoy, is it?" I remained silent this time, staring at the space between my forehoof and claw.

"If you want to talk about it-" she said, scooting closer to me.

I rose to my hooves and cleared my throat.

"Look," I told her sternly I just met you like an hour ago-"

"A day" she corrected me

"Whatever" "And I don't care to have my fortune told by some stupid two year old filly in the middle of the apocalypse wasteland, thank you very much."

This time around, she did look hurt.

"That's some way to treat your rescuer. And I have a name you know"

"Well then, what is it" I said, trying to make my voice softer.

"It's Raindrops"

A small gasp escaped me as the name drew flashes of memory out from the before time- the happier time before war.

"Raindrops" I breathed softly.