Game's of Flummox

Darkness consumed her. She couldn't see a thing. The place had no atmosphere, no signs of life anywhere in the pitch black darkness and no sounds coming from anywhere, It was just… lifeless. It began to make Amber’s sanity drain out of her brain.

Where am I? She thought.

Not even checking her whole surroundings, she had just realize she is floating in the big dead space she was in. It felt a little weird.

Am I… Dead?

Amber felt scared knowing she was probably dead and the only thing in the afterlife is the darkness that filled her eyes. Out of nowhere, a light appeared in the distance she was looking.

Now is not your time Amber. A voice said in her head.

All the way at the shining light, she sees a tall white figure coming towards Amber with a long looking sharp horn on top and big spreaded wings with a colorful green, pink and light blue mane and tail magically sweeping in the light and a set of golden fashion worn on her hoof’s and chest. It felt odd knowing how she knew her name and what she meant by what she said.

Then things took a turn. Everything around her, The darkness, the figure and the light began to whiten and widen all around Amber, then something started pulling her. When she turned, she saw a big beam of light casting onto her that was glowing intensely in the distance. It brightened Amber’s eyes and shut them. Her speed increased more, she began to hear a few things near the light and that’s when it hit her.

She had woken up in a nice sleeping bag with warmth filling her body making her feel comfortable and sweet. Around her we’re walls filled with cracks and dirt along with a barrel lit near her with a lantern turned off beside it and a small saddlebag including hers with a couple of cans of soup outside of it with an onion badge attached on the other saddlebags sides. A door was open in the room she was in and it shined a small red yellow orange light out of it. Amber laying still and quiet, she checks her leg after what the damage the trap and concrete beam had done to her leg.

She felt surprised, It was completely covered in bandage rolls with a few red marks showing signs of blood in it but no actual bleeding was actually showing and a set of three poles with a long cast attached to two of them also wrapped with bandage rolls around her leg. She felt grateful to whoever patched her up like that and for some reason saddened due to the fact that she can’t run for a while.

Even though she’d been cared by someone who she doesn’t know, something still didn’t look right before she dazed into the dark and went to sleep. The figure she had seen, the short small figure holding a gun that shot into the monster’s head saving her, and the mid-high pitch voice she had heard before everything turned dark. She began to wonder if the figure she had seen is actually a-

        “Hello?” Said out of nowhere.

        “You awake in there?”

Amber feeling a little suspicious on who it is, she’s heard that voice somewhere before.

        “Wakey Wakey sleepy head”

The door being opened a quarter way in the room Amber was in, she saw a white coating color pop on the side of where the door was opening. Amber taking a good look on her leg before she glances back at the door. She was surprised tremendously, the short figure she had remembered earlier that saved her wasn’t really a midget at all.

Instead, it was a really young mare filly with a nice glossy white mane and tail with her coating looking like grey puffy clouds filled with dust and sand, her short legs fitting well in with her whole body, and her eyes, her eyes were marvelous, it was a bright yellow color that was covered in light grey that sparkled near the lit barrel. The eye’s almost looked like they glowed. Monstrously. And her voice, it had the sound of a southern accent and an eastern both combined. One thing that standed out to her was a small golden heart locket on her neck that was attached to a necklace dangling back and forth as she moved. It made Amber curious what it could be.

        “Hi” The little filly said.

        “I can see that you're finally up sleepy head” She said it in such a childish way.

        “Had a good sleep while I dragged your butt over here after saving you by one of those Stranglers?”

“Stranglers?” Amber said curiously.

“You mean that thing that tried kill me?”

“Yep, those old runts that always come out when a sandstorm passes by? Yeah, those stupid runts.”

Those few words made Amber feel worried for a bit. The fact if the storm had consumed her, those “Stranglers” would’ve popped out in the storm and eaten her possibly. She tried not to think about knowing it could have gone worse if she hadn’t acted so quickly and relied on her instincts.

“I saw you busted your leg pretty bad back there in the closet. How exactly did you end up like this?”

“Oh yeah.. Well, I-” A loud thump was heard outside the wailing winds.

“What was that?” said Amber

“Probably just one of those Stranglers trying to break in here”

“But don’t worry about it, Those ol nabbin runts can’t get through these strong brick walls… I hope” she said.

“What do you mean you “hope”?” Amber began to increase her voice

“Are you saying that they can break through this that's behind me?”

A pinch of anger began to build inside her but quickly vanished by how sceptic the little filly can be.

“Shhhh! No! That’s not what I’m trying to say. Tone your damn voice down or else they’ll hear us.”

“Oh, my bad.”

“Good that we settled that down, I’ve forgot to ask one thing to you whoever you are.”

“And that would be?”

“Uhm. Your name of course?”

“Oh, riiiight. My name’s Amber.”

“Amber is it now huh? Not too shabby for someone like you.”

What is up with this girl? Amber thought.

“I didn’t get a chance to get your name instead”

“The names Onion, it’s stupid I know”

She let out a loud sigh, Amber snickered.

“Well I guess that’s all the ‘appreciation’ I get don’t I right? No, thank you and all that, yeah I’m ‘definitely’ fine with that” Onion said sarcastically.

“Oh right. Thanks for patching my leg up nice and tight. But one problem.” said Amber

“How exactly am I going to walk again in this thing!”

“Don’t you worry a darn bluff thing about it, the thing was made out of clutches I found in the nurse's closet in here. “

“It won’t do much but it’ll keep your leg and hoof off the ground. But at least it works am I right?”

She grinned in a awkward way that made Amber feel a little discomforted.

“You do have a point there I guess”

The wind outside had calmed down into a nice little breeze sound along with the sounds of thumping from the Stalkers already ceased. Amber and Onion stood quiet as they tried to hear the outside.

“Guess the winds calmed down outside, and so did the ugly thumping sounds those things made. I guess it’s safe to say, we’re good to go now.”

“You sure I’m alright walking with this on my leg?” Amber said

“You wanna walk don’t ya?”

“Or do you wanna drag yourself wherever you go?”

“Okay I get the message. Jeez, no need to get so hasty on me”

Onion laughed.

“Oh man, you’re a lucky cracked nut I’ll tell you that.”

“Now come on, we gotta get goin soon. We don’t wanna stick around here again and have you set off another trap on one of your hind legs again.”

“Pick up your saddlebag so we can get going and take whatever that was in your bag.”

Amber removed herself out of the sleeping bag and stood up to her surprise, her leg wasn’t in so much pain as it was before so it made it easier for her to walk and the broken crutches beneath her hoof helped her as well.

“Man, after all that pain I went through. I get knocked up in this.” Amber said to herself.

“Wonder if she took any of my things.”

When Amber moved her body forward, she felt an aching pain all over her body again but lightly did it annoy her.

“Dammit, I’ll just have to ignore this until I’m freaking well good and walking.”

The pain was considerably miserable to her, even after all the running she had gone through it still felt horrible to walk, even the slightest inch would ache her body.

“Look in your saddlebag dummy!” Onion said

Amber peaked inside her saddlebag and found a canister full of pills with the words “Analgesic” around it and a sticker with a description of what it does.

“Uhm. What exactly are these suppose to be?” Amber said

“They’re pills, ya drink em.”

“Sooo is this suppose to do something to me or what?”

“I think it takes away the pain for a while, I don’t know. I read the thing on it but I actually never took one of those things and actually swallowed it just to get the pain away.”

“It can do that?” Amber questioned

“I guess so. All you do is get water, put the pill in your mouth and drink it into your body.”

“Here’s a bit of water from by bottle.”

“So do I take all of them, then I’m fine?”

“No. I think if you do that, that will kill you actually.”

“So wait, if I drink it, will it kill me?!?”

Amber panicked a little.

“No! That’s not how those things work you halfwit. If you take like only one or two, you should be fine. Anything else then that would kill you I think.”

“Uhm. Alright then. So I only take one or two and I should be fine?”

“Yes! It’s not that difficult. Just take my water and just drink it so we can get going.”

“Ok then, if you say so “Onion”.”

Onion shot a nasty old glare to Amber giving her a warning to shut up before anything bad might happen.

Amber uncapped the bottle filled with soothing wet water and placed the two set of pills in her mouth and dranked the freshest water she had ever dranked. The soothing water pleasuring her tongue and senses, the wet fluid water hydrating her body and mind and the glorious feeling of it flushing her mind away with pleasure. She wanted to drink more of it.

“Ok, that’s enough.” Said Onion

“You don’t want to go wasting our resources and go vomit it out for nothing”

“Sorry. It’s just that after all that running from the gate when that storm got closer somehow, I died for water.”

“The gate?” Onion questioned

“Why the hell would you go over there in the first place? The big damn door’s are blocking the exit so what gives?”

“I didn’t know, I just thought going that way would take me somewhere else instead of this old town. Whatever it’s called anyway.” Amber said.

“Shouldn’t you already know that those gates have been already locked for who knows how long exactly?”

“Everypony in this town knows those gates have been blocked and will always will be. Not one pony has ever opened it, Never!”

“Not until the day it was first made I guess.”

“But… I wasn’t raised in this town.” Amber said.

“Wait, you weren’t raised in this old goot town?”

“Then where’d you come from then?!?” Onion said.

“I don't know.” Amber said weakley

“All I can remember was, being dragged by two ponies, throwing me in a room in a restaurant that’s nearby here and here I am right now.”

“That’s nearby? Show me, I gotta see this myself.” Onion said excitingly.

“Then let’s head there right now.”

“But first, where’s the exit out of here?”

Onion shot her a look then turned to her left outside the door.

Amber peaked outside the door.

“Oh, that’s we’re the exit is.”

“Yeah but it’s locked.”

Onion turned to Amber and gave her a smile that creeped up Amber’s spine.

“Uhm. Why are you giving me that face?”

“Oh you know what I’m talking about.”

She pointed her hoof to Amber’s saddlebag.

“That little toy of yours in there.”

“You mean my Pick Gun?”

“Yeah, the pick gun thing whateve micbob… You get the point.”

Amber dropped her saddlebag down on the floor and searched for her pick gun. It was in the same spot near the book she had found earlier, just dusty and old looking.

“Here it is!” Amber said.

She walks toward the door and begins picking the lock.

“Just gotta jab this in here and.”

The door made a loud “click” noise and slightly opened in a creepy way revealing light at the other end.

“There. Open and free.”

“THAT’S AMAZING!” Onion shouted.

“Do you have another in your saddlebag that I didn’t find?”

“Please I know you got to have one!”

“Just one! I promise I won’t break it or anything.”

“I just want it to open them doors like you did!”

“And and”

Onion’s words reached a point where she began talking so fast Amber couldn’t understand a single word from her. The only things she would hear from Onion we’re the constant blabbing and nagging for the pick gun she had. It annoyed her, a lot. Almost wanting to find a pair of duct tape and wrap it around all over her mouth, but that’s just plain mean. Even after thinking about it and after getting patched by Onion, it only made her feel heartless and rude.

“So do you have another pick gun for me?!?”

“Huh?” Amber questioned

“Do you or nah?”

“No, I don’t have another pick gun for you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m sure!”

“Are you really really really sure?”

“YES! For goodness sake, I don’t have another pick gun for you!”

“Aw. You're no fun, butthead.”

Amber sighed.

“Well it’s no better than your gun that you have in your bag”

“Look, where are we gonna go exactly?”

“Well if you ask me, I suggest we go to the central square here in Woodcult. That’s where most of the ponies are at in the settlement.”

“Wait, you’re telling me that in this very town… there’s a settlement?”

“Yeah. Butthead.”

Onion snickered.

“Fine let’s just get this over with and head over there.” said Amber.

“Woah not so fast Amber” Onion said.

“You can’t just walk over there like nothing.”

“How so?”

“If the settlement’s security and people we’re to see you, they’d be flipping balls all over their heads.”

“And that would mean?”

“If the security we’re to imprison you. There's a good chance you’re going to end up dead rather than alive.”

“Crap” said Amber.

“So what are the odds of getting me in?”

“Well, if there’s anything I know of traveling around the here, it’s either the sewers or above ground here in the dump we’re in.”

“The sewers are known for their huge wide connections throughout the town, they can connect from here, to somewhere else in the town.”

“Sooo where can we find one?”

“They’re in the streets like the one out there, but the old rust on them made it impossible for them to open.”

“So I guess there’s no chance of me getting in then?”

“There is actually. Not too far down the road, inside an abandoned old liquor store I know, there’s a sewage entrance hiding somewhere in there that will lead us into the underground sewage.”

“Well what are we waiting for then, let's go!” Amber shouted.

Amber and Onion rushed out of the door and began to jog to their location, they first checked the restaurant Amber was in then only a quarter way down the road did they begin to get tired and started walking their way down to where they had to go.

“Maybe we should walk they’re don’t ya think?” Onion said.

“I guess so. Let’s just stop and walk, I’d like that more instead.”

Both panting and tired, they began walking to their destination. With the warm breeze of the winds, the heating sun boiling the ground and the destruction view of the town. It made Amber feel whatever made the town as of today. Why is everything destroyed? It only filled her mind even more with questions. Then came the shining flare from Onion’s necklace. The necklace, it’s gold shiny refined edges and it’s beautiful shining light with the resemblance of a heart perfectly detailed on it’s front.

“So uhm, Onion”

“Yeah?”

“I’m just wondering. Where’d you get that necklace of yours there?”

Onion stood quiet.

“Well, where’d you get it from?”

“That's none of your business Amber.”

“Why?”

“It’s… something personal I don’t like to talk about.”

“What exactly? Can’t you tell me?”

Onion kept walking but stood quiet, then she spoke again with a sigh.

“Fine.”

“It wasn’t too long ago when I was younger. Me… and my mom, just having a fun time in the old Woodcult square in our home. Perfectly quiet, warm and good. It was an amazing place to be, especially in that town. Every night she’d tell me a story of my ancestors up in the heavens watching over me, being there.... whenever I’m in danger, The goddess and her warriors... sweeping from the clouds, killing all the evil that’s on this planet. It made me happy and comfortable, my mother would be there for me whenever I needed her. That only time that I needed her the most was when my father died.”

Amber walking silently with her ears sharpened to Onion’s words.

Onion still kept on talking.

“My father was one of the patrol guards in the settlement. He was one of the best dad’s you could ever want in the whole world.”

“He’d bring you your favorite treat each week, teach you new things you thought didn’t exist, played games and stuff with you whenever you needed to.”

“He was the best dad ever, until came a sandstorm one day.”

“Everyone still outside while others went inside, shop’s closing and still staying open, the amount of guards patrolling the area increase and the sounds of the Stalkers trying to break their way into the walls around Woodcult.”

Amber still listening and walking.

“But this one was different and one I won’t ever forget, the sandstorm’s winds were as hard and windy as water splashing hard into your face, the dust and sand hitting every part of your body felt painful sting by sting.”

“It was terrible, but on that same day was when a filly somehow got outside the town’s walls and went walking around the outskirts of town.”

Onion begins to snuffle.

“So… the town sended orders to the guards to find the missing filly around the area, one of those guards was my dad.”

“He was head the leader of his group, Group B-25.”

“I heard of it myself when the people began rumoring that a filly went loose and left the town.” “When I heard them say my father’s group, I started worrying if he might not come back from the storm.”

“I saw him myself leave the town when the town’s gates started opening, a wave away to me and my mom then… he and his group went into the storm, two hours later, we still haven’t heard or seen them returned after that long.”

“My mother sitting in her chair worrying if he might not come back or not, the crowd outside quiet and still… waiting for some sort of sound or… a signal from my dad’s group. And they did hear a sound, a terrifying one.” There we’re screams outside the walls. Me and mother rush out to look and run to the gates.”

Both are still walking while Onion snuffles even more.

“When we looked closer into the storm, We saw three people come out of the storm, one was a guard filled with blood around his armor, the other my dad with blood coming out of his leg and the lost filly they went looking for on his back.”

“I screamed for him to run, but no response.”

“The winds were too strong for him to hear anything.”

“I kept yelling, but the winds fierce wind power didn’t budge.”

“Behind them was a large horde of stalkers, tons of them all around them surrounding them.”

“My heart paced we’re it felt like it was going to burst out.”

“And it almost did, when I saw my father collapse to the ground.”

“He was too weak to move on, the filly fell as well but the other guard picked him or her up and ran.”

“I screamed even more for him to run. But still no budge.”

“Behind him we’re the ugly Stalkers creeping up to him, my eye’s turning watery red.”

“He looked back to me with his bloodied face and eyes.”

“It was a sign from him telling me he gave up.”

“He stood still laying on the ground, not moving once.”

“The stalkers we’re approaching him more, the two survivors managed to pass through the gate, but as they did, the gates began to close.”

“I started screaming and running towards my father until my mother grabbed me by my hoof.”

“He gave me one last look on his face telling me “Goodbye”.”

“A stalker was just inches away from him, it’s mouth began to widen and go over my dad’s head.”

“Before I even get to see what happened, the gates closed just when it… it…”

Onion started snuffling loudly and stopped dead in her tracks.

“Onion” said Amber.

“Onion?”

Silence surrounded them until Onion bursted out in a loud cry causing her to lay on the ground sniffling and sobbing. It made Amber’s heart break seeing her like this. So she walked towards Onion and laid down near her and decided to comfort her.

“No, don’t… even” Onion replied.

She paused for a brief moment and resumed her crying facing her head to the ground only to pierce Amber’s heart again.

“Onion I… I didn’t knew… I just-”

Seeing Onion in a state like this only saddened Amber even more, it made her feel guilty of herself of putting her back through what she’s been through in the past, even though she never knew about it.

“It’s alright” She replied with a sniffle.

“Just hurts me to see my past. What I’ve been through, with my parents.”

“Just stop right there Onion” Amber replied.

“I don’t want to hurt you again… mentally I mean.”

“It’s fine. Really. I just need to relax and get going to where we need to go” Onion replied.

“Besides, there’s other things to worry about than in the past.”

“Let’s just go where we need to gooo… It’s right there.” Onion said awkwardly.

Right in the side of the road where Onion and Amber we’re standing was the old abandoned Liquor store with it’s own big side standing beside them. Beside it was a small restaurant that had the picture at the entrance saying “3 starluck’s restaurant” with every window and door barricaded and they both looked dead and abandoned.

“So this is place?”

“Yep” Onion replied.

“So how do we get in?”

“Follow me”

Walking between the two buildings, Amber still felt a little ashamed to what she manage to do with Onion.

“Poor thing” She thought.

Between the alley where the two buildings stood, there was a body of a Stalker laying down dead with it’s head all blunted and gory. The stench that came from it made them knew it was killed a long while ago and it smelled horribly that it made Amber gag twice, it almost made her vomit. Passing the dead body, behind the building lied a door that led into the liquor store and another which was barricaded at the restaurant.

“I’m guessing it’s locked?” Amber asked.

Onion slowly walked towards the door and puts her hoof gently on the door causing it to creak open with a raw metallic sound coming from it.

“I guess no then.”

“Come on” Onion replied.

The building was a mess just like the restaurant Amber had been into, old, dusty, messy, dirty, dark and unclean. It felt the same only this time the place had more dust than the other place she had been into and things we’re scattered everywhere. She’d hate to pick it all up as a job.

“Job” She thought.

“What could that be?”

“Hey Amber!” Onion shouted.

“Remember why we’re here, we can scavenge some stuff here if you want to but the place looked like it’s already been cleaned out.”

“Doesn’t hurt to try right?” She replied.

She shot an awkward smile to Onion making her feel stupid what she pulled off.

“Oh man it’s dark in here.” Onion said.

“Let me take out my lantern.”

With a twist of a cap, the lantern lit fire in it’s core shining the room they we’re in.

“There we go!”

With the lantern lit on, the shallow creepiness that crept up Amber’s spine disappeared. The lantern gave her heart a warm feeling of hope.

Down through the door they haven’t went through yet, they’ve entered a whole place filled shelves used in aisles, cardboard, newspaper, old dirty goods on the ground and possibly anything anyone else could imagine in these kinds of places.

“Wanna start searching?” Onion asked.

“I think we both know the answer to that.” Amber replied.

“Now that’s what I like to hear from you... I like that” Onion replied.

So they both scattered around the place, walking over dirty papers, cardboard and another stupid half-eaten chocolate bar. Amber searched vigorously for anything she could find that’s good. But luck wasn’t on her side at the moment. Scavenging aisle to aisle in the shelves, all she could find we’re papers, opened wrappers, plastic bags and an old broken broom that looked burnt on the ground. She started thinking if Onion was right, what if this place we’re already scavenged by a previous group. That is until she found an old red bandana lying near the shelves she was in looking in good condition.

“Cool. A red rag I can wear.” She said.

In it was a set of trail mix, a small bottle of water, and a unopened candy bar of some sort all looking dusty but delicious to eat.

“Sweet!”

“Hey Onion!”

“Onion! Look what I found!”

With silence floating in the air, Onion didn’t respond to Amber’s call.

“Onion.”

“Onion are you there?”

“Did you find the sewage pipe and went in it without me?”

Still no response. Amber decided to investigate where Onion was in the store. All dark and gloomy in every corner of the store besides where the light shined in Onion’s lantern, it concerned Amber why she didn’t respond.

“Onion.”

“Come on, this isn’t funny.”

She started walking to Onion’s Lantern glowing across the aisle.

“Please Onion, say something.”

“Uhhhh.”

She finds Onion’s saddlebag near her lantern closed and safe in one peace.

“Onion!” Amber shouted.

Amber stood still in fear only to see a black figure staring at her at the end of the aisle vigorously.

“Who are you?”

“Stay back!”

When Amber started taking steps backwards, she heard a scream that made her jump almost near the surface of the roof.

“RARGHHH!” A yell out of nowhere.

“Ahhh!” Amber yelled.

It was Onion in a old white ragged clothing covering her forehead making her look like a ghost. She was laughing her butt off hysterically in a way that made her look like she was going to choke on her own air.

“Why did you that?”

“That’s payback for making me whimper back there on the street.” Onion replied.

“Are you serious?”

“You made me almost hit the damn roof!”

“Look I’m sorry alright?” Onion said.

“Just a little joke I like to play on people sometimes, figured you’d want one too.”

She smirked.

“Like “I” needed any of it.” Amber replied.

“Wait but if you’re here, then what’s that down the aisle?”

“That’s a mannequin I found in here. Creepy but awesome.” Onion replied.

“That’s uhm… kinda creepy that you found one in here.”

“Hey, where’d you get that red bandana from that you're wearing on your neck?” Onion questioned.

“It was in one of the aisles, it had stuff in it when I found it.” Amber replied.

“Cool.” Onion said.

“By the way did you find the sewer tunnels yet?” Amber questioned.

“Yeah, just behind the counter under a carpet that look’s really old.” Onion replied.

“Just watch where you step in.”

Both walking to the counter’s gate, a smell hitted Amber’s nose, an old smelly and rotten smell that begun creeping up into Amber’s nostrils.

“Smells like a pack of old nasty Stalkers in here”

“You don’t say?” Amber replied.

“Whatever. Let’s just get this rug out of the way.”

Amber grabbing the right side of the rug with her mouth and Onion grabbing the other both begin to pull on the rug until they reached a stop near the walls. The dusty and dirty tasting rug made Amber want to cough and gag but she resisted.

“Plah!” Amber shouted.

“No way am I grabbing anything like this with my mouth ever again!”

“Hey, at least we found the thing here.” Onion replied.

“So how does it open?”

“You lift it” Onion replied.

“But how exactly? We have stubby hoofs that can’t even fit in that tiny hole there.” said Amber.

“See that crowbar in the corner?”

“Grab it and open it.”

Amber turned to be surprised, what Onion had just said turned out to actually be a crowbar sitting in a corner in the counter they we’re at.

“How come you didn’t say a thing about it being here?”

“I didn't. I just noticed it when it reflected the light off my lantern here.” Onion replied.

Amber went to the corner of the room and grabbed the crowbar and returned to the same spot she was standing and began shoving the crowbar’s end underneath the sewer drain cover and began lifting it with both her hind legs on the crowbar.

“This things heavy! Jeez!” Amber said.

“Help me out here Onion!”

Onion moves and pushes down the crowbar.

“Come on, one last push!”

With the sound of metal rusting against the floor, Amber and Onion fell to the ground when they didn’t pay to much attention of their own safety and ended nearly faceplanting onto the ground.

“Holy crap! We actually got it open!” Onion shouted

“But there’s no ladder or… staircases.”

“What’s that sign say? And how do we get down there?” Amber said.

Amber looked in on closer on what the sign said “Pegasi Pony Sewer Tunnel Entrance-PEGASI ONLY! PROCEED WITH CAUTION!”

“Aw shoot! It’s a tunnel for damn pegasi ponies!” Onion shouted.

“They don’t even exist anymore!”

“Pegasi?” Amber replied.

“What are those?”

“Ponies with wings.” Onion replied.

“But no one’s actually seen one before, not even me.”

“Wow.” Amber said.

“A pony with wings…”

“Now don’t lose me here Amber, don’t go thinking you can go make yourself a pegasi.” Onion said.

“My bad, anyway how do we get down there?” Amber said.

“By jumping I guess” Onion replied.

“Well I see no other way in here… Let’s just go with it” Amber replied.

“Who goes first?”

Onion gave her that same smirk she had seen earlier. She sighed.

“Fine I’ll go”

The hole Amber peaked in was dark and vivid, she could hardly see anything deeper in it other than total darkness covering up the whole hole.

“Oh crap, that is dark.”

“Here goes nothing.”

Jumping into the hole, Amber nearly shrieked for a moment but the fall ended quickly and her flank hit the bottom ground.

“Ow!” She yelled.

“Amber, are you alright?” Onion questioned.

“Yes! I’m fine.”  Amber replied

“Just landed on my butt too hard.”

“Come down I’ll catch you!”

“You better hope you will Amber! Or I’ll be smacking you with the side of my gun!” Onion shouted.

Amber snickered.

With every sound they made, it’d echoed through the dark long tunnel Amber was in.

“CATCH ME!” Onion shouted.

Amber looking above her, Onion had jumped and landed on Amber making an “Oomph” sound when it happened.

“You mind telling me why’d you did that?” Amber said.

“So you can catch me silly!” Onion replied.

“Either that or you’d have a gun slapped on your face right now.”

“Well whatever, let’s just get to where we need to head to.” Amber said.

Around where Amber and Onion had just landed, the whole tunnel was filled with brick walls covering the dirt outside of it, rotting green colors around them, the dirty old water that was left untouched for what looked like centuries, the darkness that filled the whole tunnel and the horrid smell that filled the whole place. It was a rotting feeling to Amber, it felt like it was decaying her skin every time she’d smell it into her own nostrils making her want to puke every time she’d think about it.

“Know where to go Onion?”

“I uh… Uhm…. I don’t know where to go in here.” Onion replied.

“Say wha?” Amber said.

“You mean you don’t know these parts of the tunnels?”

“No I don’t, I’ve only been in the ones near the settlement.” Onion replied.

“Maybe if we head down this part of the tunnel where it points to the town, it might just take us to the settlement.”

“Sound like a plan to you Amber?”

“Definitely does, and I hope it works too.” Amber replied.

“Let’s just take it slowly down here, I’ve got a feeling we’re not the only things down here looking for a way out.”

“Good Point, anyway let’s get moving before it turns nighttime and those things come down here.” Onion said.