Prologue: Scars Of The Past
Turbo's mind was nothing more than a haze as he ran through the hallway, desperately trying to ignore the intense burning pain he felt in his right leg. He looked behind him to see a mob of glowing white eyes coming so close to reaching him, he didn't care about any of the pain running while injured caused him, all he cared about was getting out of this building, the injured pegasus colt looked ahead and saw the exit awaiting him, he narrowed his teal eyes and got ready to escape these beasts, but all in a moment he felt a heavy weight land on him with extreme force, sending him and his attacker rolling, after a few seconds he was pinned on his back to the ground, in a split second he felt a sharp pain in his neck, akin to that of sharpened teeth.
Turbo's eyes snapped open bloodshot, with a quick scream, and a few kicks that there his covers off he jumped up and rubbed his hoof on his neck sighing in relief remembering that he had gotten out of Ponyville Hospital alive. He looked around the moonlit room noticing the same layout he had normally had, posters of The Wonderbolts, Batmare, and others strewn across the wall, a desk that had quills, inkwells, parchments of paper and other supplies for drawing and writing on there, a TV with game systems hooked up.
"Thank Celestia, it was just a nightmare..." He muttered, he noticed the now clean bandage wrapped around his left foreleg. "But what happened there wasn't..." The pegasus quietly climbed out of his bed, wincing at the slight pain he felt in his foreleg. "Ow..." Even though he knew the building was empty, save for Mist Dasher snoring in his room, he went around the house checking all the rooms, just to clear his head of any monsters in the house, after that he went to the kitchen and got out a glass, the fridge was opened and he got a pitcher of tea out of it and poured himself a glass of the drink. Taking the glass in his good forehoof he lifted the glass and started drinking the cold tea. He trotted back up to his room and quietly laid back down pulled his covers back over his body. He turned on his left side, remembering his broken right wing, he immediately regretted his decision to look out the window, Ponyville Hospital was in view outside, the building had been sealed off, and closed to the public until the cannibals inside starved to death, he reached his hoof over and pulled the cord to his blinds, blocking out his view to the outside world.
'Good, maybe now I can get some sleep.' He slowly closed his tired eyes, only to hear the shrill shriek of one of the monsters echo in his subconscious, tears started to fill his eyes and he turned over, pressing his head into the pillow, silently sobbing into the pillow, staining it with his tears.
'Why can't I just forget?!'
