The Conversion Bureau: Survival
"Princess Twilight Sparkle!" A guard shouted, "I have something you need to see!" This soldier was a Pegasus, dark brown coat and a rook cutie mark. Twilight racked her brain trying to remember his name, Rook, that was it! As she got a better look at him she saw that he was exhausted, starving and quite beat up. Some marks on his muzzle reminded her of a rope burn, while ones on his wings made it seem like they were. tied. down... This pony was obviously captured by some of the remaining human resistance.
As he stumbled up to me he gasped, "I have something you might want to look at, it's in my saddlebag... they... are... not... all... bbbbdddd" ad than he collapsed. As I called for the medics I looked inside his saddle bag, and lone behold, there was a journal. S simple beat up journal, but it seemed to radiate an aura of secrets and hope. Also at the bottom was a few memory chips. I know what those are because the Equestrian Diarchy has captured a few human computers of us to study. Due to the cat that they are all at my HQ I decided to read the journal first. So I opened to the first page.
1 month, 2 weeks, 4 days after the conversion event
I don't know what to do anymore, I have lost everything. humanity is done for. At least that's what I think. I must carry on, must keep going strong. Must tell my story to the world. I guess that is why I scavenged a journal from the wreckage, so I would have something other than my kills to talk to. but I digress, whoever is reading this. If you are human, don't give up. If you are a pony on the other hand, do the world a favor and give yourself a 9mm salute to the forehead. Twilight gasped at this, what kind of monster could wish something a cruel a death onto another living being. I don't care who is reading this really, I just want to say who I am. But that's the problem, I don't know who I am. I must have hit my head or am suffering from PTSD. I know everything except my name. how to shoot a gun, how to hotwire a car. How a pony comes apart. I know it all. I also know that I like to be alone, so I gave myself a name, Loner. I am alone.
After Twilight finished this part she had reached the base and went to Celestia to tell her what she had found. A HUMAN JOURNAL! Who knows what kind of secrets could be buried between these pages! I have to tell everypony she thought.
"Empress Celestia! Empress Celestia! I have something to show you!"
"What is it my little pony" a silky smooth voice that I have lived my entire life responded.
"A soldier came back with a human's journal! It we might find something interesting in it! We should read it right away!"
"Fine, fine," she replied, "But shouldn't we get the other Elements in here with us?"
"Sure, lets do that Celestia!"
5 minutes and countless teleports later
"Well here we ah." a country voice that belonged to Applejack stated, "Might as well get this started." At this there was a knock at the door and the soldier from before walked in.
"Pardon me if I may, but could I listen with you?" He enquired, "After all, he did save my life."
"You are permitted to listen Rook," Celestia said, "But we must talk about this saving business at some other date"
1 month, 2 weeks, 5 days after conversion event
I am still stuck in my house. Pegasi patrols have been lessening but they are sill a threat. On the time I had to go scavenging at night I found 2 9mm G17 pistols, 4 clips of 9mm ammunition, a Ruger 10-22 rifle, aome ammo for it, an AK-47, 2 magazines for that and 14 MRE's... joy, just the disgusting treat I was looking for... but food is food I suppose. Must not look a gift horse in the mouth they used to say... speaking of witch there has been a Pegasus who seems to always walk around a certain area. almost like it's his patrol pattern. But it is not I've found out what types of patrols they have ant that is not on the list. Maybe he is an unwilling convert who remembers something, I don't know nor do I really care. He is a threat, and sooner or later I will need to eliminate him... I wish I could go back to the good old days where the only threat to my livelihood was the bears I hunted attacking me and the guns I use misfiring... I wish I could... But ah well that is just wishing and hoping, that wouldn't be coming back anytime soon... Not while that bastard Celestia still lives. Everypony in the room gasped at this. I hope someone or somepony will do the world a humongous favor and find out how to kill her. and than kill her like she killed the human race. I hope a human is reading this, that means that I have done my job of surviving this long enough. If you are a pony... well than, go off yourself and leave this planet to rot in peace.
"Do you still want to go on with this, he seems to have a very... tempered personality..." Celestia cooed "We can stop if you want?"
"Nah, lets keep reading," exclaimed the rainbow maned mare, "This guy seems AWESOME, even if he is human... and brutal..."
"Very well, but lets do it later, I need to wake Luna to lower the sun and I need some rest. Goodnight girls."
"Goodnight, Empress Celestia!" All 6 of the mares exclaimed, with a "goodnight ma'am" from Rook.
As the 7 ponies left the room all they could do is wonder what was going on with the human, and why he was so angry. The 8th, Rook, already knew.
Author's Note
I'm trying something new, please give CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Yes I know this is short, I'll get into longer stuff later.