Bloody Logs: The Later Days

Day 43

My head still hurts. Since day 1 I have been having this headache, and I still didn't discovered what happened in February.

Today I found some survivors from the disaster. They carried big assault rifles with them so I didn't got near, They could be dangerous. At least they looked civilized enough, differently than the ones I found before. Those ones wore spiked armor on their bodies, their hooves and faces covered in blood. One time I have seen them take a filly. Poor kid, probably was raped to death from those raiders.

Tomorrow morning I'll be going in search of food, it seems I'm running out of it.

I woke up, looking at the morning sky as always. The sun hasn't risen yet, but I could see the light coming beyond the mountains. It was a very calm morning, and I got up looking at my broken fridge.

“Oh well, guess I'm out of food.” I talked to myself.

Looking down the hill I was there was the small town of Ponyville, or how I like to call it now: Torture Town. There is the residence of a few dozen of raiders. Every week I see that they captured another poor soul to their catacombs. After food became rare, they appealed to cannibalism, but I don't judge them, I might have to do it myself if I keep running out of food like this. The raiders didn't really know about my existence. I lived surrounded by bushes and trees, and I would be covered in mud.

Oh well, sorry, I guess I didn't quite explained who I am. My name is Falcon and I'm a pegasus and my cutie mark is... well, a Sword and a shield, but I always found myself liking guns more than melee weapons. A stallion if you haven't noticed.My coat used to be red colored, but now due to the camouflage, it is brown. I'm recording this story since I have the habit of forgetting things. I remember a few thing before the month of February, and nothing during February, after that, all that there was around was this place where I live now, and a Equestria left to it's doom. I don't remember why I'm here, but apparently the apocalypse came and killed everyone. Except me and those brainless ponies. I think that 43 days of pure insanity left them like that. Fortunately I still have some, and had not appealed to eating meat, but not for long, sooner or later this place is going to turn me upside down and I'm going to become like them. I just hope to remember what happened to my friends and family before this all happened.

I heard around from some traders and groups of survivors that Canterlot became a survival post. Maybe the princesses are there, doing her job of at least bringing the sun and the moon for me every night. Maybe I should go there, but every time I try to talk to someone, they try to shot me with their big rifles. I end up flying away or hiding, but I never asked why, maybe they confuse me with a raider. Well, I use raider armor, so it might explain it, but that is the only kind of protection I have around. Or maybe I was the one who caused all this. Who knows.

“Well, maybe the Everdead Forest might have something for me.” I told myself again as I walked in the direction of what used to be the Everfree Forest.

I moved slowly, moving from shadow to shadow, and trying to make no sound whatsoever, but I was never that good at stealthily spying. After I found a few fruits at the forest, I decided to see what those raiders were up to. Recently they brought a little filly into town. I'd hate to see another kid get raped and killed right after, specially with all the sound they make. They don't stop screaming. I can hear them from the top of my hill, but what is really bad is the raiders screaming and fighting to see who would end up fucking her the next. Well, I thought that if I rescued her, maybe she won't shoot me and I actually have a chance to speak with somenone after all those days. It gets lonely after a while.

There was the town hall, in the middle of the city, I had already sneaked through the gates and a few guards. I wasn't planning on calling any attention, but if things ended up heating up, I had my six shooter with me. a .44 revolver I had before the disaster. I loved the thing, and had conserved a big amount of ammo through the weeks of scavenging.

It was night time. By now all the raiders either went to sleep, or went to party, probably raping the little filly. I really don't know how they can do that. They are definitely sick and insane.

I also don't understand how those kids survived that long. There isn't monsters walking around, well, other than a few dragon and maybe manticores, but nothing so dangerous. I also saw a Changeling once, but he was with other ponies, surviving with a group. I think that this disaster brought enemies close together to make them friends. These kids probably were part of a group, and got lost or ran away.

I got near one of the big broken windows, with my revolver at my mouth. I was ready to shoot as soon as I could. The raiders were letting the kid run around, and they were going after it. They were playing with her like she was a dog, but she was scarred and crying. Those lads were going to kill her and she knew that. I had removed my camouflage, and was wearing the raider armor. I hadn't tested this out, but I think they might be dumb enough to end up thinking I'm one of them.

On the room there was about six of them. I could take each with one shot, but I would make enough sound so the rest came after me. I was waiting for a distraction. I also kept with me a small pocket knife, enough to take one of them if taken by behind and stabbed on the neck. That was how I got this armor. Suddendly I heard the sound of a door being slammed open and looked at the entrance of the Town Hall. there was a pony with a slightly better armor and gun and his neck. I guessed that was the tribe leader.

“Hey, you dumb fucks, there is a pack of Timberwolves at the entrance of the city, and the other guards might need some help taking the things down.” He screamed with the raiders playing with the filly. “Stop messing around and go help, just leave the girl locked here and you all can come back to play with it later!”

The six ponies obeyed. Two of them stayed behind to lock the door, while the other four simply ran with their rifles and sub machine guns at hand. I took a closer look and saw that the area was clear. I was rather lucky with that distraction. The area for me to go down was high, but luckily I could fly. The odds were with me today. The filly was trying to find a way to open the door. I jumped down the window to get in the room.

The filly heard the sound of my landing and turned around to see me. she then panicked and backed off, but had nowhere to run. She then hid her face with her hoofs. The filly was a white unicorn with a purple and pink curly mane and tail.

“Don't hurt me, please!” She pleaded for mercy. Just now I realized I was still with the revolver's handle on my mouth. I immediately took the gun away on it's holster, located at my leg.

“Shh!” I told her to be quiet. “I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to take you out of here.” I tried to talk with her, btu she just stood hiding her face.

“Hey, my name is Falcon, and I'm sneaking into this camp to get you out of here. Where are your parents, do you happen to know?” I tried talking to her, but she was traumatized by the situation.

“My parents are dead, I was searching for my sister.” She told me, still hiding in fear. This was sad. The filly had lost the parents, and it looks like now I would take care of her, at least for now, and if I even get out of here.

“Look kid-”

“It's Sweetie Belle! I have a name!” She interrupted me.

“Okay, Sweetie Belle. I'm going to help you. First, we are getting out of this godforsaken place, and then I'm going to help you find your sister, okay?” I tried to calm her. I stepped closer. I tried to put my hoof on her head to calm her down, maybe give the kid a hug. I wasn't good with kids, but maybe I could calm her down.

My hoof touched her hair, she then was fast and used her magic to grab my gun out of it's holster and pointed at me.

“Whoa there kiddo! I'm no enemy!” I backed away from her, since now she held my gun.

“If that is true, why do you wear their clothes?!” She asked me pointing the gun at my head. This is what happens when I try to be a good pony. I do it wrong. Or maybe this was usual for her, this would explain how she survived so much time.

“I told you" I had to sneak up some how!”

“Likely story!” She brought the gun even closer to my eyes. She was ready to blow my face up. “If that is true and they did not catch you yet, you going to take me out of here, but I'll keep the gun. If you try anything funny, I'll blast you up!” She threatened me.

“Deal.” I agreed with her offer, since my life depended on it, and since I came here to do pretty much the same thing, but not as a hostage of a kid. A very smart kid.

She climbed in my back. The revolver at the back of my head as I started flying to get out by the window I used to get in. I could hear the shots from distance as the raiders fought their way against the timberwolves.

I was using the same way I did before, since the raiders were concentrating on the timberwolves, there wasn't anybody out to see me. I stopped for a second.

“Shit!” I whispered. Sweetie Belle positioned the gun on the back of my head again.

“What is it? Why did you stop moving?” She asked me. The shots have stopped.

“The raiders stopped shooting. They are either dead or they finished with the timberwolver, and I'm willing to believe in the latter.”

“What does it have to do with anything?” She asked me, as I wasting her time.

“This means they will see that you escaped any moment now.” I explained to her what I thought was going to happen. “They might be coming after us by now.”

“Just keep moving, lets hope that does not happen.” She told me as I went back to walking with her on my back.

“Secure the perimeter, they shouldn't have gone too far!” I heard a pony screaming from distance. This was a bad sing.

Me and Sweetie Belle tried our best, but every ten seconds, a group of raiders passed by us. We didn't have nowhere to go. I had put myself in so much trouble after I decided to save her.

Near the gates of the town, which was the only way to escape since the city had a walls surrounding it. As I tried to approach it, three raiders saw me and Sweetie. On of them ran back to warn the rest and the other two started shooting at us.

“I thought they didn't want to kill you!” I told Sweetie Belle.

“They were going to make me food. How did you expect me to be alive after that?!” She blamed me back.

We jumped behind a cover near the entrance. This was very convenient. There was two ponies shooting at us with assault rifles and sub machine guns. I only had one chance. I opened a second holster on my leg with contained an attachable scope for my revolver.

“Quick, Sweetie Belle, pass me the gun!” I urged her.

“What? No way! I don't trust you!” She screamed at me.

“Do you want to be raider food or live another day?” I asked her the question of the century.

“Okay, you have a point. But after this, I will get the gun back.” She gave me a condition.

“Alright. If I die, grab the gun and the ammo on my bags and run.”  I told her what to do if I was killed, as I attached the scope at the gun.

I checked the ammo on my gun, and fortunately it was fully loaded. I had some distance between the raiders and us, so the scope would give me a huge advantage, specially when their guns weren't that accurate. I peeked out of cover when on of the raiders stopped to reload. I took the opportunity.

Bam! Bam! Bam! I shot tree times. One hitting the raider reloading in the head and instantly killing him, another giving a near miss on the other raider and the third shot landing on his leg. I backed away. Another thing I could see was five more ponies arriving. I took time to reload three bullets into the mag.

I peaked again and saw the six ponies starting shooting at me and Sweetie Belle. I took a breath and shot. Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Tick. I unloaded the clip at them. Hitting three of them at the head. and other two at the chest. The last shot missed.

“Okay, five down, two to go!” I said as I reloaded another six shots at my weapon. I got up and met with the raider's boss, who came slightly closer than the rest of the raiders. He had a mounted mini gun at his body, holding the handle by the mouth. I could easily penetrate his armor with my bullets, but If I got up again, I would definitely get hit. I needed another distraction. I looked at the pack of used bullets on the ground, and looked at Sweetie Belle's horn.

“Idea!” I said in excitement. Sweetie looked at me with a funny look.

“You sound a lot like my sister when you say "idea". What is on your mind.” She asked me

“Can you use your telekinesis to grab all these used bullets and shape them together and make a ball?” I asked her.

“Yes, I can.” She replied to me. “You want to make a distraction, don't you?”

“Yes, I want.” I pleaded her.

“I'm on it.” Sweetie's horn began to glow green. Taking the bullets along with some dirt and made a fake grenade. This wouldn't take their attention for more than a few seconds,but that was all I needed.

Sweetie threw the fake grenade over the cover into the air. I heard the mini gun stopping to spin, and got up with my revolver at my mouth. Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! I fired five shots. Two of them landing on their leader's face. and killing him, the other three went for the the raiders at distance, who reacted were fast to react and shot back. I killed all the three remaining, but one of the raiders' shots landed on my chest, close to my neck. I got lucky. I dropped behind the cover, and dropped the gun at the ground. It still had one bullet left. Sweetie was fast and took it.

I tore apart the only part made of leather on this armor I had and used it to wrap around the wound and prevent bleeding. I started hearing more raiders coming out of the houses they were using to sleep, and so leaving us with no time at all. I told Sweetie to run ahead, since I would take some time to properly walk or fly with this pain. Luckily, we were near the entrance and got out of that place fast. I made a signal for Sweetie to meet me at the top of the hill, where my home was located.