Chapter Four- Three broken souls.

Chapter 4- Three Broken souls

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Meanwhile...

Ashes fell silently from the sky, peppering three broken ponies as they blindly trudged through the fog.
The leader wore a black trench coat, her saddlebags hanging from each side of her body, strapping her light brown wings through the slots.
A silver sword with a black handle lay sheathed by her side, engulfed by a red scabbard.
Her black and white mane, once long and flowing, was cut short, blood staining most of the white.
She paused and looked at the stallion who stumbled brokenly behind her, her once bright emerald eyes now dull from depression and exhaustion.
The broken stallion behind her looked up at her, his dark green eyes slowly meeting hers. He too wore a trench coat, though his showed a different shade of brown. Two once white wings poked through the sides, now slumped in exhaustion and covered with blood. His blue and black mane, once topped in a clean cut mohawk, lay long and shaggy, nearly covering his eyes.
A metal baseball bat hung from straps on his left side, loosened for easy access.
"Where are we, Sarcasm?" The brown pegasus asked softly, slowing her stride to walk next to the white pegasus.
"It doesn't matter anymore, Spade." Sarcasm muttered and looked away.
Spade bit back a sharp retort and glanced back at the last traveler.
The third pony traveled in the back, silent and wary, a hooded cape covering his black mane. His grey fur once stood soft and sleek, now was matted and thrashed with blood. His pure brown eyes remained on the ground as he blindly followed Spade and Sarcasm.
Spade sighed and slowed her pace a little more, dropping down next to the grey pony.
"How are you doing, Trock?" She asked quietly, hoping the grey pony wasn't too grief stricken.
"I'm alright," He murmured, still staring at the ground. "Can't say the same about Blaze or Ethelind."
Spade shifted her gaze to the ground. "There wasn't anything we could do." She said softly, hoping her voice wouldn't catch.
"I know." Was all Trock said before he shut up.
Spade sighed and trotted back up towards Sarcasm. "Seriously, though." she said. "Where are we?"
"It doesn't matter anymore." Sarcasm repeated, his voice strained as if on the brink of cracking. "Even if I did know, what good will it do? We're all gonna get eaten eventually like Blaze and Ethelind."
"So are you just gonna give up?" Spade asked, a hint of sharpness in her tone.
"It seems like the only answer." Sarcasm mumbled then stopped walking.
He sat down on the dusty trail and lowered his head in defeat. "We don't even know if Hurricane's still alive."
Trock too sat next to Sarcasm, looking grateful for the break.
"We'll just have to find him." Spade pressed, her mind set on not quitting.
"How, Spade?" Trock muttered sharply. "How in bloody hell are we gonna find him?!"
Spade sighed and too, sat down.
"I can't believe you two!" She snapped, making Trock and Sarcasm look up at her in a mixture of frustration and surprise.
"Ethelind and Blaze didn't die for you too to give up." She went on, calming down slightly. "If it weren't for Ethelind, I would've been butchered! If Blaze didn't sacrifice himself for you, Sarcasm, then you would've taken his place!"
"Spade, please. What else can we do? Travel until exhaustion takes over and the...the... Things get us?" Trock pointed out.
"No. Of course not. Whilst I'm still breathing, no one is giving up!" Spade declared. "We will find Hurricane and go from there."
Sarcasm rolled his eyes. "See? You don't even have a fucking plan!" He yelled.
"Shut up, Sarcasm!" Spade said urgently. "Do you want thousands of mutants charging at us?"
"Like I'd care! I could probably take them all on anyways!" Sarcasm retorted, his voice losing no volume.
"That's what Blaze thought, remember?" Trock reminded Sarcasm angrily.
"I'm not talking about Blaze, am I?" Sarcasm snapped back sharply.

"So what, you're just gonna give up like a little bitch?" Spade said, not sugar coating anything. "They didn't die for you to be reckless!"

A few blocks away, hundreds of scavenging mutated ponies crawled through the town, searching every area for left over meat.
They scoured through alleyways and dug through old, rotted garbage.
All followed under the rank of the leader like a pack of wild animals.
Suddenly, the leader, a once handsome red stallion now rotted and chewed away, froze and swiveled his ears around. He dropped the piece of thigh meat from his mouth and sniffed the air.
The infected pony next to him noticed his leader's movements and followed along, starting a chain reaction.
Not too far away, the leader could hear distant yelling of ponies.
Fresh pony.
Live pony.
Meat.

The leader hissed in delight and galloped away towards the noise, his chewed ears flicking in excitement.

"So yeah, we should give up!" Sarcasm yelled, standing up defensively.
"Well, you know I think?!" Spade yelled back.
Trock's eyes widened as his ears stretched up. "Uh, guys?" He said, as they still yelled at each other.
"You're just scared!" Spade screamed at Sarcasm, nose to nose with the bloodstained pegasus.
"Guys." Trock tried again, to no avail.
"Scared of what? A few pussy mutants?" Sarcasm shot back, still at normal volume.
"Guys!" Trock yelled, silencing the two. "Do you guys hear that?" He asked after he got their attention.
Spade and Sarcasm listened closely.
"I can't hear anything." Sarcasm said.
"Shut the hell up, Sarcasm." Spade snapped and listened closer.
Faintly, not too far away, the trampling of hooves slowly became clearer.
Spade's eyes widened in sudden surprise and fright as a horde of infected ponies galloped at full speed around the building corner, all snarling and smiling sickly.
"Stampede!" Spade yelled before grabbing Trock by his arms and lifting off into the air.
Sarcasm followed in suit, the three flying off into a different direction.
The noise of the trampling hooves was nearly unbearable.
Sarcasm turned his head for a quick second to look back at the crowd.
His eyes widened in shock and surprise as he watched the pegasi part of the horde take flight.
"Spade, find shelter immediately!" Sarcasm yelled at Spade as she struggled to fly with Trock's weight. "Where do we go?" She yelled back through clenched teeth.
The pegasi were gaining fast as Sarcasm looked around wildly for a solution.
"Quick, to the Record skyscraper!" Sarcasm yelled back.
They flew to the right, and a large, gray skyscraper with hundreds of broken.windows came into view.
They were almost there, but it was painfully slow.
A green diseased pegasus mare caught up to Sarcasm, giggling in sick glee as she wrapped her arms around him, looking for a place to chomp.
Sarcasm screamed as the mare bit his left shoulder, digging in and wiggling her head around, trying to rip the entire shoulder off.
Sarcasm grasped his baseball bat in his clenched teeth and, with as much force as he could muster, turned his head cracked the skull of the mare.
She fell away with her teeth still biting down. Tendons and muscles ripped from Sarcasm's shoulder as he howled in pain, faltering a little in flight but kept up, blood rushing from the wounds.
Spade shifted Trock to one arm as she hooked the other around a faded Sarcasm, supporting her companion as his head dropped, baseball bat still firmly clenched in his teeth.
Eventually they reached the tower.
Spade drew Sarcasm and Trock together closely, squeezing them together as she lowered her head and braced herself. She snapped her wings shut and all three crashed through the only intact window of the whole tower.

Author's Note

Chapter Four is finished! Thanks to Spade_The_Pony for writing it for me! All the credit goes to her! Hope you enjoyed!!