Battlefield: Equestria (Part 1)

He awoke with a gasp. His whole body hurt. Where was he? Why is he- he looked down at his gut and saw the hilt of a knife imbedded in it. 'What the fuck!?' He was wearing ghostex like combat clothing. 'Shitshitshitshit. come on-' it hit him hard, what WAS his name? Why was he stabbed? Why was he left out here to die? Question after question entered his head. He felt something cold around his neck. He held it up to his face. It was a dog tag with a name on it.

Recker. That's all he could make out. Was that his name? Was it his first or last? Well guess that's his name until he can remember his original one...or until he bleeds out. He grabs the knife to pull it out, then stops. 'I'll bleed out faster if I do, and I might cause more damage.' He attempts to get to his feet. He holds himself up be leaning against a tree. He can see something near the edge of the forest. 'Is that...?' It must be. A small house.

Gripping the knife handle, he makes his way over to it. He has a limp. He looks down to see a bullet hole in his left leg. "Fucking perfect." He limped over to the little cottage like home. He went to open the door. Locked. "Even better!" He knocked on the small door. ...no response. "Fuck me." He needed to stop cussing so much, but he figured that there is a time and a place for it, and that was defiantly now.  "What now?" He could feel himself growing weaker, his vision became disoriented. He could barely stand up now.

The door opened. He couldn't make out what he saw. All He heard was a screak as he feel back, and blacked out.