Silence.

Silence is all that can be heard. Just listen to the sounds around you.

Hear that, it's . . .

Nothing.

No more shrieks of terror from the Necromorphs. No more loud pitch cries from the Pack. No more twisted up Crawlers or Exploder crying wanting to release their yellow goo of vomit or some shit like that. No more crazy belief from the Unitologist. No more delusional sights of a dead girlfriend.

No more feeling pain.

No more bleeding.

No more being scared of death.

No more bone crushing death experience.

No more MARKERS.

No more of anything!

The peace of not having to hear the repeated sound of my Plasma Cutter slicing through seemingless waves of never ending Necromorph. Brings a joyful and happy feeling to my heart. A feeling I haven't felt since the Ishimura...Bad memories. The reality of being dead is that I'm in total bliss. I don't have to worry about pain, bruises, cuts, or any other shit related like that. I can finally rest. I can finally put everything past me. I can finally forget my shitty ass life. I can finally see Nicole. I can finally close my eyes for one final time, let the darkness consume me and have an eternal rest of peace.

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So why in goddamn mother fucking name does my whole body hurt!? I mean I'm suppose to be dead, not in a grueling agonizing pain. I'm suppose to be in heaven with everyone else that I know. I'm suppose to be in peace, not in pain. Is this some kind of cruel joke from God. Did he decide that saving humanity was a bad idea and placed me in hell! I mean for fuck sake, I've save everyone from the Markers, Necromorphs, and the fucking Moons! And I'm in hell for saving mankind from certain death? I mean sure I was an asshole growing up, became a paranoid prick after killing my second Marker, and a jerk to everyone else who've tried to help me. But that doesn't mean I can go to hell like that...can I?

So that begs the question why am I in pain? I'm not suppose to be alive at all. Christ, my goddamn body feel like a Tormentor raped my body, then pounded me to the ground, raped my body again, and finally allowed me fall face first to the ground below me. A ground that has a warm summer campy feeli-

Wait, warm? That can't be right. This place is a fucking ice cube for god sake, not a sunny side beach resort.

Laying on the ground face first, I decide not to lounge around anymore. Trying to raise myself on all four as if I were a lap dog. My fast movement, causes to much stress for my body to handle. "Argh!" I cry in anguish as every fiber of my very being feels as if I were dipped in acid, sprinkled in salt, and set on fire. In my moment of weakness I fall to the ground. Closing my eyes to help ease the roaring pain throughout my body. I give myself a few painstakingly long second to open my eyes.

"Ahhh!" I moan in agony as the the first thing I see is a very intense white bright light. Shutting my eyes to prevent myself from the torment. I roll over to my back to rest for awhile. Urrggg, stupid light. As the pain in my eyes starts to subside itself, I cautiously open my eyes to see a slightly less intense bright light hitting my face. The protective rim from my helmet helps my eyes deal with the light, but not enough. Placing a hand over my face, I allow my eyes to adjust to the brightness before me.

In my prone state of weakness, I try to come up with a 'reasonable' solution to why the fuck I'm here. Okay, think Isaac think. One: either I'm dead and this is God way of repaying me for all I've done. Two: punishment for all I've done, or this is a delusion from the Marker. Or three: I've finally snapped and I'm in a mental ward for the crazy. God let it be the last one.

As my on going self rant take place, the intense brightness in the area starts to fade. As the pain from my eyes is nearly gone. I begin to survey the area around me in case there are any Necromorph around or if Carver as well survived. The first thing I notice surveying the area is that everything is green, brown, healthy, and unusually bright. Which is really weird and uncomfortable to me. Because I'm used to everything being cold, white, dead, clean, metal, or artificially lights. As I suck in the surrounding area unnatural setting, the moment of realization hit me square in the brain.

Tall brown trees.

Thick greens leafy bushes.

Multi-colored beds of flowers.

White fluffy cotton clouds.

And the clear blue sky.

For the first time in my life I think I'm actually seeing a living and fully functional forest on a living planet. Unlike most planets I've ever seen. Which is always dead and bleak. This is a forest that isn't digital recorded to talk about Earth before World War III, or a virtual hologram used to give anyone the experience of walking through a forest that our ancestor once did, or the fake ones place around colonies, space stations, and ships to liven up the place. No what I'm seeing is a real living forest that isn't protected by the EarthGov or private companies.

"My god is this heaven?"

The amazement of seeing a full living forest sinks in my body, nearly taking me away from reality. Making me hope that I really was dead. Because if it is, then this is a well earn reward and well deserved rest, for all that crap I went through. I feel so peaceful, calm, and relax that nothing could take away this feeling.

Until the sounds of rustling in the bushes and low growling takes me back to reality. Jumping from my back prone state to my feet in less than a second flat. I quickly raise my hands to aim my Plasma Cutter, to mow down the waves of incoming Necromorph. Only to quickly realize one of two things. One, my Plasma Cutter isn't in my hands. And two, my Engineer suit is still in great condition. Even after all that shit I went through. Though my suit isn't my main priority. My main priority is that my Plasma Cutter isn't in my hand. Crap, please be near by. Panic entering my mind, I prepare my fist and mind for the on coming waves of the undead.

After what felt like hours, nothing came out and tried to severed my head to control my lifeless body or to rip me to shred. As panic leaving my systems I decide to check if my suit RIG functions is still working. Also so to check if I have anything left in my inventory. Opening up my RIG, the first thing I see is that my inventory is empty. And I mean empty, as in I have no Med Packs, no ammo, no Stasis Pack, or anything. Though I still have a Tungsten Torque bar left in my Key Item slot.

Looking over to my weapons slot, I see that my secondary weapon, a Heavy Elite Bullpup Rifle with the Rocket Launcher attached to the bottom of my gun still remain. Along with three Scavenger Bots, but the Plasma Cutter is completely missing from its place. Looking over to the ammo count, it shows that I have only one shot left with the Rocket Launcher.

"Better save it for later." I say slightly irritated that I carry almost no weapons. Then looking over to my resources. I observe that I great deal of material left. To be precise I carry 18,863 pieces of Scrap Metal, 4,908 pieces of Semiconductor, 1,289 pieces of Tungsten, about 3,469 of that weird green shit that makes more Med Packs, 3,980 Transducer, and 342 Ration Seals. Only if there was a Bench was closed by, this stuff would be useful.

But at the current moment I'm standing still in the middle of an open area looking through my RIG. With nearly no weapons or anything to reload, defend, or heal myself. Leaving me wide open for an attack, which is stupid for my part. But also not paying attention to my surrounds which is a really smart move. Even though I came from fight the undead, crazy occultist, and killing a freakin moon thing. I decide to not stand still like a fucking retard.

Leaving the area I woken in, I quickly scan around the ground to see if my Cutter was near. Finding nothing, expect the burned and char dirt beneath me. I start my trek into the dense think forest. This place and everything that it has to offer brings out my inner child. Causing me to squeal like a high school girl going on her first date. Everything in the area amazing me, it's nothings like the hologram, or plastic one I've seen. Or ones I've seen protected by EarthGov. It's all real...Or at least I hope it is.

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"God, how big is this stupid place?" I shouted getting tried of walking through this tightly packed place. All the amazement I had in this place vanished within the first ten minutes of walking. All of it turned into frustration from what feels like walking in circles. The exhaustion from my final death battle seemed to have suck out whatever will I had left to continue to go on. My legs beg in protest to stop walking for every nerve in my legs feel as if they're on fire. My arms refuse to move on my command as they randomly swing as I walk. My eyes feel heavy as sleep demands to take a hold. I just want to quit, but I can't. For none of this can even compare to all the years of fighting Markers, Necromorphs, the recent Unitologist, and restless nights. This is a walk in the park in comparison.

The dying sunlight tells me that night time is soon to approach. Telling me that I'll need to find or craft a weapon if I wish to continue on, need to find a light source to spot Necromorphs, or I could rest my as for the night. Concluding that I'll keep on walking until the sunlight is no more. I keep trekking through the forest. As the sunlight nears it end, the lights from my helmet fail to turn on. The constant flickering of the light blue lights indicate something is wrong.

"Crap!" I exclaim tripping on something I couldn't see. A rock or stick. I fall to the ground face first, landing in a soft patch of dirt. Looking around me I notice that the darkness has finally arrived. I can't tell if its the forest or what, but everything here seems darker than it should be allowed to. Activating the suit schematics the blue light illuminates the surrounding area. Looking for the problem in my suit. Which is something I probably should of done earlier. The scanning of my suit, shows that the problem of my suit is that most of the internal system and wires were heavily damaged upon impact. As my suit schematics brightens the area. I need to decide if to stay and build a fire. Or leave and face the unknown.

Fast.

If anything from my past experience has taught me anything. It's that I'll always need a weapon to fight whats ever in my way or find a very secure place to hide for a while. "Looks like I'm sleeping on the floor tonight." With barely any light coming through the forest leaves, I used the lights my suit provides. The provided lights allow me to walk around. Collecting sticks and leaves I could see, I try my hand at firing making. Which ends up as a failure. Which is really embarrassing for someone who carriers several degrees around. Luckily no one was around to see me. Looking around to see if anything could use to help me start a fire. I find several small rock.

"Thank you, Jesus!" I say as I place several rock in a circle. Then placing the sticks and leaves on the circle of rocks. I begin to hit two rocks together creating small sparks of fire, to light the pile I've created. After a few minutes of frustration, annoyance, and down right embarrassment I have successfully create a fire. Taking this chance to unlock my helmet the small hissing sound of the helmet echo through the forest. For it was the only noise, other than the fire, to be made. Laying myself near the fire, I stare into the flames and begin to reminiscence of everything that's happened to me over the last few long years.

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"Sweet Celestia what happened?" Ask the purple alicorn to a horse like figure wearing a small red flannel shirt. A pair of cut up blue work jeans, thick pleather hooves boots, and a cowboy hat.

Walking to the alicorn the cowpony replies, "Ah don't know Twi." The unknown talker, stays quiet for a few moment. Both ponies trying their hardest not to look at the carnage before them. Letting the disturbing sight sink in before continuing to talk. Applejack says, "None of my or any other pony's 'human' has ever acted like this before."

"Okay Applejack, I want you to tell me what happen last night?" Asked the purple princess.

Nodding her head, Applejack begins to explain her story of what has occur over the last day and a half. "Okay here we go. Since last night meteor shower, my 'humans' have been acting strange."

"Strange how?" Asked Twilight crossing her fingers.

"Well they start acting more aggressive, disobeying ma' order, talking when they're ain't suppose too be, and they been saying this weird chant all day and night." She finishes trying to not look back at the disturbing display behind them.

"Do you hear what they were saying?" Twilight said with a hint of annoyance to the 'humans' for disobeying her friend.

"Heard it, they were practically shouting their chant." Applejack raises her voice, before tilting her head downwards. Placing a hand on the tip of the hat making sure it didn't fall. The look on her face shows that all her strengths seemed to be zapped away. The orange cowpony seems sad about what has happened/

"What were they saying?" Twilight asked one last time.

Looking up at her friend Applejack says, "Hope has arrived."

"What does tha-" Applejack interrupts her friends question.

"Not done, yet Twi." Coughing slightly into her hand, Applejack proceeds to talk. "Also they said this, 'Strength is soon to awaken.'"

"Do you know what any of this means?"

"Sorry Twi if Ah knew Ah'll tell, but right now I want to go home and rest." Stated Applejack yawning as she stretches her arms. The look of exhaustion can be seen on her face, as well as depression.

"It's okay AJ, after with what you went through I'm pretty sure you deserve a goodnight rest." Applejack looks at Twilight and give a weak smile.

"Thank Twi, Ah need to hear that." Hugging her friend for a quick moment both ponies head their separate way. Before either could get very far from one another, AJ shouts to Twilight.

"Twilight I forgot to tell one more thing."

"What is it?" Shouted Twilight.

"The humans also said this, 'Both shall end yours tyranny, both will help Man rise, but one will end your goddesses and one shall kill their false god.'" With that said Applejack begin to walk to her farm. Leaving Twilight to ponder about what AJ said, while heading for her new crystal tree-house-library home.

On their walk to their homes, one thinking about way her and other ponies 'humans' acted out of place and attack ever pony in sight. While the other wonder if it could be related to the book she recently found.

As the two got further away from the disturbance. Several Royal Guards near the mass grave of humans and ponies were moving the bodies around. There were three groups of four. One group put the ponies in body bags to give them a proper funeral for their loved ones. While the other group pile up the deceased human into a pile to light them on fire. The final group stayed close to the grave of burning humans to make sure the fires don't spread as the other two groups take the deceased ponies to the morgue.

Author's Note

Hello once again! This is UNITLuna004 here, telling you that sorry it took awhile to upload. Also that if this chapter seem kinda slows. I'm setting up the plot and setting for the story. So it will seem slow at first, but will speed up quickly. Finally I have an editor named ConEditor and he/she (don't know if Con is a guy or girl?) has help me edit this chapter. So a big thanks to him. That's about it, so...

See you next time!