A Derpy Apocalypse: Perseverence

Well crap.

I duck before they hit me under a desk and out another. Seeing me through the glass, they fire again. I feel a pinch on my back, probably from the glass. I take a turn and head to a door. I swing it open and shut it behind me.

"I got a hit!" I hear one say. That can't be true, I didn't feel a thing. I look down at myself, what the..? I'm bleeding, profusely bleeding. There's three bullet holes in my chest, one in my shoulder, and two in my leg. What in Equestria? I hear them pounding on the door behind me, but they can't get it. Huh, you'd think with those suits they'd be able to tear right through the door.

Unless...

No, I never opened the door, I just busted it open...Then I shut it. I turn to look at it, and it's jammed in place. A solid titanium door with a small dent in the centre, and a tear in the framing. How...how did I do that? I notice the floor in this room is significantly warmer than the other floor. It was dry blood I was sitting on, and there was a dismembered piece of a Super SWAT in the corner. Apparently, the janitor didn't do his job, it must have been from earlier when the Skin-Seeker --

Oh shit.

I look behind me, and there it is, a Skin-Seeker, staring at me with rage as the Super-SWATs are unknowingly trying to bust down the door. It stares at me, I remain motionless. It starts sniffing me, snorting, or something. It sounds like a choking pug. It opens it's mouth -- I think it's going to scream, but it doesn't.

"Yrr....wunna them...arenchu?" it breaths in a raspy voice. The language is extremely slurred. "Wunna the....experiments. Wunna vus..?"

"I'm not sure what you mean..." I reply. "I just woke up from amber, I was kept alive for about five hundred years."

"Kept...alllliiivee?!" it slowly states, raising it's tone. "Do you know how long I've waited for life??!" it's language was less slurred, now that he was shouting. "You're just like me...You're just like me! You're just like us! You're just like them! Die! Die all of you maggots, rotting and consuming our world! DIE! DIEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

He begins to scream and shout, like earlier. He punches me across the room. I hit the wall with a brute force; I swear I left a dent. He runs at me, and reaches for my cheek. No time to think now. I duck under and swoop his leg from underneath him. He trips and gets back up immediately, running again. Speed I've never witnessed. He starts throwing punches, slaps, I don't know, he's flailing around with excessive strength trying to hurt me. I'm blocking all of his attacks, but it's sort of tiring me out. He gets a punch in on my rib, I hear a crack and feel a dull pain. Letting out a small 'Hnng' I jump backwards drawing my hoof back, then lunged striking his face. The rotted flesh seemed to ripple out and tear as my hoof smashed almost through his skull. He fell through a table, breaking it, then onto the bed he was usually restrained to. He got up, much slower this time, and made his way toward me hobbling about. There were a few chunks of flesh and brain matter hanging from his now shattered eye socket. He threw another punch at me, I caught it, twisting his arm and throwing him into the door. The door busted outwards and crashed into a bunch of glass while knocking the two Super-SWATs back. I ran out, jumped, and landed a hindleg into the Skin-Seekers face. It shattered with an explosive effect from the immense impact.

Time freezes for a moment. The Super-SWATs stare at me, motionless. I look down towards the end of my hind leg. This being was supposed to be undefeated. Powerful, invincible. It was supposed to withstand pain in all amounts and use it to strengthen itself, like a rage meter. But no. I killed it. I defeated it. I rose victorious when all likeliness was gone. On a cold night, in a place I didn't know, I won. I was shot six times by .30 caliber bullets, my ribcage was damaged, I still won. I realize now the amount of strength I've exhibited as I look down at my hooves. What did Twilight do to me while I was asleep?

I look up at the Super-SWATs. I can't see their faces, but I have a good depiction of what they look like on the inside. They disarmed their weapons and began to scream and shout, running in the opposite direction. But I didn't let them escape. No. I ran after them, they tried to accelerate, but I was too fast. I pounced the first one, smashing his face in with one clear strike of my hoof. The second one got a head start as he ran faster toward the exit. I caught up with him, and tore his leg out from underneath him. He screamed and begged as I broke another limb to impair his walking. But I did something else. I almost bit his neck. I look back at the other Super-SWAT and at the detached limb of the second.

There's a difference in preforming a treacherous act when you have to, and when you don't! Do they not understand that?!

"What got into me..." I muttered to myself. The Super-SWAT lies on the floor, crying and begging to be spared. I swung my hoof into the hardware that utilized his weapons and broke them, he screamed thinking I was hitting him. I stood, waiting on him to calm down from his screaming and crying. I put my hoof on his helmet.

"What...What are you doing?!" he asks, shaking terribly. I removed the helmet and looked at him. It struck me hard to see the pain in those eyes. It's like I just saw his life in a split second. Everything he ever witnessed, everything he ever experienced over some 30 years of living, based on his fur and facial features. Somehow, though, it still managed to be darker than mine. What happened while I was gone?

"What is your name?" I ask, calmly. He resists for a few moments before he finally opens up to speak.

"Staff...Staff Sergeant Th-Thunder Blaze," he spits out. His voice is shaky and unstable, quiet and drained as well.

"Your eyes, you look like you've been through so much," I say, stooping down to the floor. "what's happened in the last five hundred years?"

"So...much..." he says, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. He took a deep breath, I noticed I had put a hoof around him, I suppose it's only necessary to get the answers I need. "The...the whole world...is rotting. You got that Skin-Seeker to talk, everything he said...he's not just some insane monster that TwiCore 'invented', he's right. We're all the same. We've all waited for life for so long but it's never come...It's never been here. I myself have never known it prior to the infection, but I know it wasn't this." He coughed a bit I noticed some the air getting cooler, our breath was now visible. "It's always been cold. Always. No matter what time of day, no matter what amount of heat, it's always so cold." I watched a tear fall from his eye and onto the cold floor. But what I saw wasn't a pony who tried to kill me, I saw a pony acting in self-defense, with no option or choice to fight against their orders. Without any thought, I wrapped my arms around him.

"I'm sorry..." I uttered, eyes closed tight, "I didn't know.."

"It's alright, no one does anymore," he said. Did he... did he forgive me? After tearing off a limb, and breaking another, killing his squad mate, just like that he forgives me?

"If it counts for anything..." I continued, "Sorry about your friend over there." He chuckled a bit.

"I didn't like him anyway."

I sat there with him for about fifteen minutes after I retrieved some bandages and fixed up his broken leg. We talked about somethings, whatever we could really. Just a few cracks on how the weather must be and stuff like that. I really liked him for some reason. Something just clicked.

I began to think about the situation. Is TwiCore bad? If it is, I know their weakness. Their soldiers have fear, they're not 100% loyal, and they have emotions. They can be talked out of it. After performing those deductions, I remember something. I needed to find a way out.

I wasn't sure how I was going to get out of there, but I had to find some way. That's when something out of the ordinary happened. I heard some doors opening and some stabbing with a few silenced gunshots. I looked over, still sitting on the floor. The door was kicked down, five ponies walked out of it with guns armed.

"Freeze!" one shouts. I look at them, they're not TwiCore. They're to differently dressed for that, and they have such tiny little guns, they're all walking on hindlegs, something you'd only see out in the wasteland. They were raiders, but sophisticated enough to get in.

"Have you come here to steal something?" I ask, bluntly, still sitting down.

"Keep quiet, o-or I'll shoot!" the small one says. He's thin, has a tan coat, and orange hair. He looks pitiful, another walks in, a female, Rainbow streaked hair with a bright blue mane.

"No you won't," she said, "we're supposed to keep her safe, as for the other one, I don't care what you do with him."

"You won't kill him either," I said sternly. "Anyone lay a hoof on him and I'll skin all of you alive."

"Of course," the rainbow one replies. She gave a motion for the others to lower their weapons. "We can introduce ourselves later, for now, why don't we go to a more friendly environment?" She looked at me, smiling, then to the guard.

"He can come too."