After Equestira Falls to the Dead

Not a lot going on in the quiet woods of the Everfree Forest. But then there was a male unicorn, running. He was wearing a military gear, somewhat like the marines. But in a black. He had a white coat, and a multi blue mane, similar to the DJ everypony knew. He continued to run, instead of an expressionless face, like most marines had in battle, his was one filled with fear and confusion. He decided to turn, and that's when he saw them. A horde of ponies. Not bearing arms, not even posing a threat. For, in the dark. They looked like normal ponies. But the sounds coming from them were like a nightmare. Moaning and groaning, and the smell of rotten and decaying flesh filled the air. He didn't know how to stop them. So he turned, and ran. He ran and ran and ran. Still every time he turned around, they would be even closer. Every step he took, they had already taken ten. But when he looked at them, they were slower then turtles. So he pulled his rifle up, took aim at one of the ponies kneecap to stop it from proceeding forward and fired. Nothing, except the pony walked with a limp. So he adjusted his aim to its heart. Fired. Nothing still. "Nothing could stop them," he thought, "they can die twice...This is my fate, to die to these things." He closed his eyes,  and waited for his fate to be sealed.

The stallion awoke from his nightmare with a yelp. He looked to both sides, and sighed. "Still here....Still breathing" he chuckled to himself, sliding out of bed and onto his hooves. At the moment, he only wore a pare of basketball shorts. His scares from being held prisoner at war showed. All over his chest and back. Some deep and nasty scares. Others, not so deep. But still enough to make a pony wonder why would anypony do something so horrible to...Another living creature! But, never the less. He went to the restroom, and looked in the mirror. His crimson red eyes staring back at him as he began to brush his teeth. After, he admired his somewhat masculine form. Sure, he wasn't the biggest. But he wasn't weak.

After a good couple minutes of grooming himself, he walked out of the restroom and headed for his closet. He opened it up, got jeans, a hoodie and glasses similar to Vinyls, but with the top cut to onley cover his eyes. After putting his day clothes on, he went out for a little stroll. Walking in Canterlot wasn't as peaceful as walking in Ponyville. But, it got his mind off what had happened. Being home for only a couple months wasn't going to work if he wasn't going to do anything productive. Sure, the government was sending him checks for his services. But, what exactly was he doing? He wanted to re-enlist, but they wouldn't let him. So what could he do? He went around. Bored out of his mind when he saw something. He saw a male pegasus and a female earth pony in a dark alleyway.

"Fuck, this cant be good..." he said to himself as he began to jog across the street. Soon, the pegasus in the alleyway pulled out a butterfly knife, and that's when the trained stallion sprinted. He went to tackle him when the pegasus turned. He didn't have much time to fly before the unicorn stopped him. With that, the unicorn looked at the lifeless mare. Dead, but not from the pegasus. No knife wound, no gunshot wound, no sign of strangle either. So how did she die? The unicorn wanted answers. So, he turned to the other male in the alley. "Who are you, what are you doing, and how did she die? Answer, and I wont pull both your kneecaps off." He threatened the pegasus.

The pegasus looked confused. There was a knife, a dead mare, and a pegasus that knew there was a dead body there. "W-What?" he asked, and looked up at the stallion pinning him down.

The unicorn sighed. "Alright, Ill give you an example. My name is Vinny, Im here to...Or was here to save this mare, but she is already dead. So I want to know who you are. What your doing. How she died, and because Im just bored, how the hell did you know she was here" he asked, this time grabbing his wing and pulling. Like he was going to tear his wings off.

The pegasus yelled, and looked behind him. "MY NAME IS CLOUD CARRIER! I don't know how she died, I just get calls to make sure they stay dead! I swear! DONT TEAR MY WINGS OFF! PLEASE! OH CELESTIA, DONT!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. Vinny sighed, and pulled harder. A loud snap was heard. Vinny didn't realize how fragile wings are, but he didn't let up. This made Cloud Carrier scream in pain, and begin to cry.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I KNOW! WHY DID YOU BREAK MY WINGS?! WHY?!"he cried, squirming as if that would help the pain. He was telling the truth, but Vinny didn't get all the answers he wanted.

"How did you know she was here?! TELL ME BEFORE I TEAR THEM COMPLETELY OFF!" he yelled out of pure rage. He didn't like that he was going to stab an already dead corps. He saw enough of killing, and dead bodies getting shot when he was younger. It was disrespectful, and that angered him even more.

"THE CAMERAS! THE CAMERAS!" he yelled pointing to the street camera on the wall. "We make sure the dead don't rise." he said, trying to be quiet. He was still sobbing loudly, and some of the fancy ponies looked in the alleyway. Not going to get there hands dirty with that. They walked slowly by. Some began to pull out phones to call the police. Vinny looked at the crowed at the end of the alleyway, then back at Cloud Carrier. The young pegasus held a revolver up to the mares head. "Im sorry" he said to the dead mare, tears streaming down his eyes as he pulled the trigger. Panic arose at the end of the alleyway as they ran to find cover. Vinny stared in shock, then quickly snapping back into reality. But it was to late, Cloud Carrier had the revolver to his temple and looked up at Vinny with sad, and confused eyes. "Ive said to much" he said.

"NO!" Vinny yelled and lunged for the gun. But Cloud Carrier had already pulled the trigger. Vinny pushed the gun away, and looked at the young pegasus. He couldn't do anything as he pulled the stallion in and held him. "No...." he said to himself. He's seen death so many times, but this was different. He's seen mares and stallions take there own lives at war. But there was nothing here to drive anypony insane. For the moment being. He sat, and waited for the cops, and wondered why. Why would he shoot the dead corps in the head first and then himself?