Hiding behind a grey wall, breathing heavily, trying to not give away my position. Beyond this concrete wall, lies a horrid sight. Ponies-no-Things! Creatures that once were pony. A horde of them, bloody, scared, and horridly deformed creatures. They have an unearthly drive to attack any other living-things other than themselves on sight. And my safe house, well, it’s across the way of that Buckin’ horde. Well I guess I better run.
As I’m hiding behind the wall, waiting for a clear line to run, I realized something. I picked up a pistol a while back...maybe I can fight through this. I ready myself, deep breathes, and bolt out from behind the wall and run for my Freakin life. I run, firing at the ones who notice me, the bullets fired from the gun barely hindering these things. As the safe house comes into sight, I think I am home free. I thought wrong
Out of nowhere, one pounces on me dragging me down to the group, me on bottom. As I struggle trying to push it off I hear more coming. I realized if I don't get free, I’ll be lunch for these things.
As I struggle trying to push this thing off me, I finally get a free hand and pull back a fist. I slam my fist as hard as I can into the creatures neck. Resulting in a bloody hoof from the hole made in the creature’s neck, blood was spewing everywhere. I was able to push it off and get up, I run towards the iron safe house door.
I safely make it inside, the resulting iron door slam rousing the outside creatures. Thank god they have impeded walking skills. As I look around the small building, with roughed up flooring, crude wood tables, few chairs, and a small bed roll with a stock cabinet I hear a loud banging noise. I look at the door to see one of those creatures.
" Buck off you little twat!”
I say as I jab a sharp piece of wood trough the small iron bared window in the door.The wooden piece upon impact into the creatures head makes it fall over dead.
"Well then." says Glacious, "Looks like i got a mess to clean tomorrow."