(Cancelled) The Nightmares of Yesterday

The Nightmares of Yesterday
ATBrony751

Chapter 11: Get Out Alive

Author's Notes: Inspired from this song, You might want to listen while reading. Sorry for another short chapter guys, i'm pressed for time and I'm trying not to lose any followers This is by far the shittiest chapter in my opinion. Also,

Nuking (v.) - USAMRIID slang for complete sanitation, not actual nuclear arms.

I dropped the binoculars, staring in awe.

"Trent? What's going on? Is everything alright? Trent!" Dash's yells brought me back to reality.

It took me a minute, but then I realized that if we were gonna get out alive, we would have to move fast.

"Oh-h-h...you have gotta to be FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

I ran to other side of the barn, if this was anything like an American operation, then we would be screwed. I pulled down a 2x4 from a barricade, trying to get a better glimpse of the outside world. I was horrified from what I saw.

The sound of the exploding shells was deafening. The mortar fire of the gas shells were firing right next to my head, dazing me slightly. I was stunned back into reality by the screaming off our CO.

"GO! GO! GO!"

We all charged out of the surrounding woods of the rural village, already heavily panting in our bulky chemical suits and gas masks. We ignored the screams of the villagers being brutally murdered by fellow squad members. We didn't discriminate, woman, children, it didn't matter. Our orders were to kill any living being, and that's what the rest of my squad and I did. I kicked in the door of a native house, to see a young woman cradling and protecting her children in the corner of her house. I hesitated for a moment as they screamed in pure terror at the reaper in the olive drab chemical suit, staring them in the eyes. I raised my rifle to my shoulder, looked down my sights, and fired an entire magazine into the innocent villagers of the enemy country. The screaming stopped as the blood poured from their severed corpses, and I stared down my handy work.

"Blackburne, even though taking a picture would last longer, you gotta get the fuck outta here! The flyboys are gonna nape the whole fuckin' village! C'mon!"

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to coax me into following him. I eventually started moving backwards in the direction of my objective, keeping my eye's locked on the family I just brutally murdered.

"They're gone Trent! Come the fuck on!"

I followed him out of the house, sprinting towards the evac point, screaming at my other squadmates,

"SKY OUT! SKY OUT! THIS IS A ZIPPO RAID!"

They heard me, and started sprinting towards the woods in the direction we came from. We could already hear the sounds of the newly issued A-15 Lightningbolt II's engines ripping through the atmosphere. They made their appearance shortly before the intense flash of burning light associated with a daisy cutter. Most of us didn't have enough time to run, and as a result we got blown forward by the powerful shockwave. I saw men, my friends, die that day. Burned alive in their suits by friendly forces. I kept running through the woods, escaping the burning jellied gasoline and from everything, I just needed to get out of there, for the sake of my own sanity. I was surrounded by my fellow soldiers, burning, carrying away their friends in a futile attempt to save their slipping lives. I found my CO, who was making calls over the radio to base camp. I grabbed the radio away from him and out of pure rage, screamed in his face.

"CONVENIENT THAT YOU WERE BACK HERE THE WHOLE TIME, SIR! WHO THE FUCK IS THE ENEMY ANYMORE? TELL ME! WHO THE FUCK ARE WE FIGHTING?! OR ARE WE JUST PAWNS, SENT TO DIE? ARE WE THE EXPENDABLES?! FUCKING TELL ME!"

A hero of war, yeah that's what i'll be,
And when I come home, they'll be damn proud of me..
I'll carry this flag, to the grave if I must,
Because it's a flag that I love,

And flag that I trust...

My eyes shot open and I felt a warm tingling sensation form on my right hand. I looked in my dazed condition, and found that during my flashback I had punched the wall in anger. I turned around to see a slightly disturbed group of ponies awaiting direction.

"Trent, you alright?" Soarin' spoke.

"...Yeah...Just..A Bad Memory..."

"We gotta get outta here, any plans?" Spitfire asked

Oh fuck...I had forgot the reason for my flashback, they were nukin' the place.

"Fuck..." I knew we needed to run, but I didn't know where. They were coming from all directions. I just stared at the floor.

"It's alright, y'all did enough for us...It's-...It's just our time...We had a good run..." Applejack spoke, depression in her voice.

My eyes shot open once again...

"No...No I'm getting you guys out of this...This is the plan."

We were hunkered down in the cellar, the same room that Spitfire's operation underwent. The dried blood still decorated the work bench, along with the malicious farm tools.

"Soarin', Mac, on me, and stay frosty...Remember, these guys aren't gonna hesitate to waste you two, so you need to make sure you put them down before they do to you."

A nod of recognition told me that they understood. We put a foothold and the doors, ready to combat and interrogate anypony who came to check this place out. No power tools for this one, too loud. Just clubs and hatchets. I heard a voice, and peeked out the small opening to the outside. I ringed my fingers around my forearm, waved my hand and put a hand over my mouth and nose, to signal 1 enemy and no visible gas.

"Check the barn, beat feet, meet us back at rally."

"Wilco."

We heard hoofsteps approaching the barn, and we readied our weapons. The door creaked open, and a pony with a gray, baggy chemical suit entered, armed with what looked like a standard assault rifle. That made me question all the human influence in this damn place, or maybe the other way around. He scanned the upper floor with a barrel mounted torch, and Mac jumped on him, seizing his weapon and voice as he put him in a choke hold. His military training kicked in as he locked calf's and threw him to the ground. While he was recovering, me and Soarin' jumped on him. I grabbed him in the same choke hold, except wrapped my legs around his torso, and into a secure lock. It wasn't long before he passed out.

The soldier awoke several minutes later, stripped from all of his gear. Upon first sight of me, he panicked, only to notice his 5 point restraint.

"HUH?! WHAT?! LET ME GO! I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING!"

"OH SHUT UP! Were not gonna hurt you..."

It was then when Big Macintosh and Soarin' stepped into the picture.

"H-Hey! You're Soarin! T-The wonderbolt!"

"Yeah, and if you don't start talking, you will get the honor of being wasted by me."

He was starting to get an attitude, I liked it.

"Wh-what do y-you wanna know..."

"You're gonna tell us how to get the fuck out of here."

"There is military everywhere, they're gonna start moving into the everfree forest soon. They're nuking everything..."

"Who's order are you under."

"Celestia...Our orders are direct from Celestia.."

That last statement hit Twilight hard. She collapsed into the group of her friends.

"H-how could she do that...She was my mentor, my....friend...."

"I'm sorry darling, but I assure you in running a kingdom you have to make difficult decisions for the best..." Rarity, trying her best to comfort her distressed friend.

"Y-yeah...I agree...." Fluttershy squeaked.

"How are we supposed to get out of here?"

"Your best bet would be the everfree, were not hitting that until tomorrow."

"Are you guys using NBC agents?" I spoke up

"Yeah...Nerve gas..."

"FUCK!....Alright, were gonna need to get out of here fast..."

I heard the distant sounds of gunshots and a call over the soldiers radio.

"FUCK! THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! FALL BACK! FALL BACK!"

"Oh shit...It's not gonna be long before they find us here."

"Just...Just go anywhere left from here. Anything right of the Canterlot mountains is done."

"Well what the hell is west of here?" I looked around the room.

"Appleloosa..." Applejack spoke up.