(Cancelled) The Nightmares of Yesterday

The Nightmares of Yesterday
ATBrony751

Chapter 8: Downfall

Authors notes: Alright, as you can hopefully see, we're rising in the story. So to all of you who have been sticking with me through this, thanks, and thanks to all of you I made feature today and this story is currently on frontpage. GREAT SUCCESS! OH, and if it happens again, (which I'm really not expecting) will anypony be so gracious as to screencap it for me?

For the first time in my life, I was frozen. I was so terrified that I couldn't move, not that I could in the first place, I was in a straight jacket after all...There were 2, mangled pony necros in the room with me, advancing fast. My mind was a complete blur, I couldn't think of what to do, let alone if I could do anything at all. I saw from the doorway the nurse pony from before get up, but completely reanimated. It was going to be a matter of moments before I was seized by the monsters, so I did the only thing that I could think of. I hunched over, and sprinted as fast as I could in attempt to truck through them just like the defense men in from my high school football days. I felt a connection, followed by a warm sensation, and as I opened my eyes in delight to see that I had succeed, I was immediately overwhelmed by a agonizing sensation. I looked on the ground behind me to see that there was blood pouring from my back. It turns out then when I was going Brandon Jacobs on their asses, they managed to get in a shot too, except theirs did a whole lot more damage as I felt a large laceration spanning atleast 7 inches. It hurt like a mother. I had to get the fuck out of these restraints, because the necros were getting up fast as they started their advance once again. I turned, trying my best to mask the intense sensation of my screaming wound, and started a futile, strained, limp in any direction but there.

After about a 5 minutes stroll, I reached what looked like an operation's area. This is the shit that really got me, experimental operations and surgeries on their fellow man, just because they weren't fit to live in public. I don't know how they do it with ponies, but still, it makes me fucking sick. But I realized that I had to venture into it, for the sake of my own life and apparent claustrophobia. I entered what seemed to be the office of pathologist, which was perfect. This place probably had a bone saw, or even maybe a cautery pen would work, all I had to do was separate the binds so that my arms could be free. I entered the room, cautious, but cool. I approached a operation table, where there still lie a lifeless pony corpse, and I didn't like that being there one bit. Right above the table, hang a bone saw. Nice. This wasn't going to be easy though, I would have to angle it to not cut myself, but just the jackets restraints. I approached the table with due hesitation, and realized that the only way I was gonna be able to obtain the saw, was by pulling it down with my mouth. I nervously stepped on top of the table, body still there, and grabbed the saw with my mouth. I started to get down, when of course, that gently sleeping body had to jump to life and thrust a blade upwards at me. I dogged it by moving to the right and jumping off of the table, but at the cost of losing my only weapon available, my saw. I backed up against a wall staring death directly in the eyes. I couldn't try the football maneuver again, I was far too weak and my wound on my back basically crippled me. All I could do was close my eyes, and think of home. I opened them again about a split second before impact of the blade, thinking about how this was how it was gonna end, my impending doom. It connected. I didn't feel anything at first, but I thought that it was normal on account that I am so exhausted and have so much adrenaline coursing throughout my circulatory system. I opened my eyes, to see that the awkwardly weighted pony monster, had put so much force into its swing, that it threw itself of balance, but only nicking me. I pushed myself to my fe-...HOLY FUCK, HE CUT MY RESTRAINT. I jumped to my feet, ready for combat. I ran over and grabbed the saw from before, flipped the switch and went to work. Due to the wired power source of the saw, I waited for him to come to me. He eventually got up, dusted himself off and charged towards me, but I was ready this time. Nothin' fancy this time, I just shoved the power saw through his chest, directly into its mutant heart. I soon found out that it was not enough, so I grabbed a foreleg with my hand, ad tore through it with the saw like butter. Like always, he still had another one, but since the infection wasn't meant for an equine host, it tried to mimic the anatomy of a human. They stood upright, wobbly ad very off balance. A simply kicked the monster in the chest, as it quickly hit the deck. I ran over to it, pinning down its remaining arm, and drove the saw into its face cutting it clean in two. With the beast finally coaxing its way to eternal slumber, I cut through the arm as to obtain the mutant blade. I couldn't take the bone saw with me, this would just have to do.

I eventually found my way out of the asylum, it was surprisingly not very difficult. It was perched on top of a hill, segregated from the rest of the big city. I could see a small town in the distance and I recognized it almost immediately, I remember when I first came from this place, when I poured the contents of my memory onto Celestia's lap, we flew directly to that town. It was Ponyville, and I knew I had to get there, to make sure that my fri-......Did I just refer to them as...my friends?...Oh my god...Well I guess they were my only friends in this place ever since I crashed...They're also the only people that knew who I was, and I needed to make sure that they were okay. I started on the journey back to Ponyville, which I assumed would take about 4 hours. The only remote area was the woods that ran for a few miles along the side of the mountain that I was on.

This forest was for the most part, eerie as fuck. It was like a damn horror movie, always foggy, owl's hooing. I started my walk about 1 hour ago, and it was the dead of night. My mind started to wander about how far the infection got, but without any city lights, or burning fires, you can't really tell how out of the ordinary things are going. All of a sudden, I saw a light, it was far off, but it almost looked like a...fire...Eeyup, that was definitely a fire, and the last time I checked a necro couldn't build one, so that means it had to be hu-erm..Equine.

I was approaching from about 200 ft away, and being as loud as possible to not spook them.

"Hello!" I called out, to let them know that I wasn't a threat.

I saw something a blue-ish white rise from a resting position, and don an aggressive stance.

"Who are you and what do you want!" He sounded like a teenage surfer

"I saw your fire, are you injured? I'm a doctor I can help!" Even though I wasn't a vet, I could still fix minor wounds.

He looked at me, and then back to a yellow and orange lump on the floor, then back to me.

"uh...Yeah! That would be good!"

I took that as an invitation, as I picked up speed and started running in their direction. When I got there I stopped and inspected the situation. There were 2 Pegasi, one whiteish-blue, and the other had a hot orange mane with a yellow coat. I don't mean that as attractive, I'm saying it was an intense orange. The stallion walked towards me and raised a hoof.

"Uh, heh you probably already know who I am..." He said sheepishly

"I'm not from around here, as you can probably tell."

"Oh yeah, well, i'm Soarin'...and this is Spitfire over here. When those things attacked, we just barley got away, we were doing a show in Canterlot. One of them clipped her wing, she can't fly in this condition, so we made camp here."

"Alright, I'm Trent. I'm a military combat medic."

I walked past Soarin', and focused my attention towards the mare.

"Do you mind if I see the damage, I can help to the best of my ability."

She looked at me with hesitation, but obliged.

"Uh..Sure, just..It's tender, OK?"

Well it seems that with all the other gear they confiscated from me, they left me with my Gay-dar, which was tripped at the sound of her voice. She sat up, as to make it easier to inspect the wing. I connected to the wing with a gentle touch, and the sent a bolt of pain throughout her aching body, and I recoiled my hand as to not cause any further pain. I looked at her and she gave me a nod, signaling that it was OK to continue. It was clearly very swelled, and so I did my best to gently unwrap the blood tainted cloth around the joint of the wing. I finally dismissed the makeshift gauze wrap from commission, as I took a closer look at the joint. From what I could tell, she had pretty bad tendon damage and from the looks of the wound, it was cauterized and starting necrosis, which will soon become gangrene.

"Is this wound cauterized?" I looked back to Soarin'

"Uh, yeah...She was bleeding so badly that I got a spoon and held the handle over a fire. It didn't feel good, but it stopped the bleeding pretty fast."

"Yeah, except...c'mere..."

I walked over from the downed mare and about 30 feet away from the camp with Soarin' in tow.

"What kind of athletes are you guys exactly?"

"We do stunt flying...why?"

*sigh* "Because when you cauterized the wound, it worsened the condition of the torn tendons...It wasn't your fault, you did the right thing because you couldn't get to a hospital, but...." I stared into the ground, shaking my head.

"What do you mean it's not my fault? What are you talking about!?" He raised his voice, and levitated off of the ground.

"That wing is crippled. I don't think...."

"WHAT! YOU DON'T THINK WHA-"

"She's not going to fly ever again, and if we don't get her medical attention soon it will need to be amputated, there is already signs of gangrene..." I gave him a look of sympathy.

He dropped to the ground, a look of pure shock and sorrow, as a single tear rolled off his grey coat. I knelled down next to him.

"I'm really sorry Soarin', but the sooner we act, the sooner she gets the help she needs. There is no time for stopping, you're coming with me to Ponyville."

He said nothing, he just stood and stared into the ground, jaw dropped, gently weeping. I thought it was best to leave him here, and go break the news to Spitfire.

As I approached her, she looked at me in a state of confusion.

"What did you guys talk about? Why was Soarin' yelling? Where is he?"

I let out a long, exasperated sigh. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Your wing is in really bad shape."

"W-...What are you saying?"

I simply looked at the ground. She remained silent.

"I don't think you're going to fly again...and if we don't get you to proper medical attention...you're going to lose it..."

She was in complete agony, not of the wound, but the plausible thought of never being able to do what she loves, ever again. It would be the end of her career, and possibly her life. She was openly sobbing at this point, and I have never felt so much sorrow, it took everything in my to not just sob my own eyes out. It wasn't long before Soarin' snapped out of his depression fueled daze, and walked over to us. He took up Spitfire in a warming hug.

"It's gonna be alright..."

We sat there for another 30 minutes, every one of us speechless. In the hour I have known them, they already trusted me like a life long friend.

It was me who broke the silence

"We need to get moving."

They both looked up at me from their resting position, as I looked into Spitfire's eyes. It was a look of pain, sorrow and exhaustion.

"He's right. If we're gonna have a chance, we have to move now."

He got up, and helped spitfire to her wobbly feet. I walked over to her and knelt down with my back facing her. I looked over my shoulder.

"Hop on..."

She was confused at first, but quickly got the idea. She threw her forelegs around my shoulders, and I scooped up her hind legs with my forearms. I lifted us up and we were on our way.

About 30 minutes of walking in silence, it was Soarin' who spoke.

"...Spitty asleep yet?"

I looked over to see a sleeping mare quietly slumbering on my shoulder.

"Yeah..."

"I have a question..." Soarin' asked

"Shoot."

"What are you, why are you here, and why are you helping us."

"That's 3..."

"Just answer them."

"I am a species called Human, I am here because I crashed my space vessel here after escaping from a necro infested mining ship, and I'm helping you because you need it. I can tell that you're good ponies, and I feel like I will value our relationship later on..."

"Where did you come from?"

"*Sigh*...These monsters...They came from an infection that started on a planet that a human ship was mining. The whole ship got infected, and the crew turned into those monsters. I was sent to help out, but I was the only survivor. I lost my only friend, and I'm not planning on losing 2 more." I looked over with a slight smirk

He also smiled

"But the infection got here from debris, remember the last meteor shower? Yeah, that was them."

"No, I don't. Me and Spitfire were probably making sure that the other 'bolts aren't OD-ing at some party."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, celebrity life really gets to them, if they're not shooting up to celebrate their acceptance, they start using from a party that they go to. Spitty and I kinda go to the parties and make sure they don't OD. I have seen it before, Heroin, 'Barbs, Oxies, you name it. Makes me sick how they just throw away their careers like that."

Fuck, I guess these ponies aren't as innocent as they look...

"Yeah, I'm kinda used to patching people with gunshots through their legs, or limbs blown off."

"So...Are you and Spitfire, ya'no..."

"What...?"

"Are you guys....."

"...Fuck buddies?"

"Mhmm..."

"*Sigh*...One time, we were really drunk, and she wen't dow-..."

His provocative story was interrupted by a rustling sound to our left. I signaled for Soarin' to stop with my hand, but he was way ahead of me. I put Spitfire down gently, as an attempt to not wake her but it didn't work.

"...Wha...What's going on?..."

I just shushed her and crouched walked over to the source of the noise, Soarin' stepping to Spitfire's side. I picked up a large branch, and jumped around to see what was going on. Nothing. That was a sigh of relief.

"BEHIND YOU!" Soarin' Shouted

I turned around to see what looked like a necromorph wolf. Whatever it was, I had to kill it. Now. I swung the branch as hard as I could, connecting it to the head of the beast sufficiently knocking it over. I ran over to it and planet a foot on it's chest, and swinging again, knocking it out. I took my other foot and smashed its face in, covering me in blood and brain matter. I inspected it closer, but was sidetracked by an yellow mass galloping towards me. I jumped back just before spitfire started a rampage.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA KILL EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF YOU! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

She was stomping on the dead wolf necromorph, dyeing her mane a sickly red color, just like me. She eventually remembered the pain that was coming from her wing, as she collapsed in pain. Me and Soarin' ran over to her side as she was panting heavily, and I lifted her back onto my back. She buried her face into my neck and started sobbing once again. I don't know about how I feel about this, but I kind of melted a bit. I was always a compassionate one.

About 2 hours later, we finally reached Ponyville, and I was about ready to pass out. But now that we were here, I didn't know where or who to go to. The first place I thought of was the closest and made the most sense, Sweet Apple Acres. Sounded like a good place to start.

We walked through the orchard to the barn, where sure enough, everything was boarded up. Windows, doors ect. I walked up to the large barn door and struck it heftily. No answer. I knocked again.

"We 'aint takin' in nopony! Find yerselfs somewhere else!"

"AJ, open up the fuckin' door..."

A few moments passed before the top half of the barn style door opened a crack.

"Trent?!"

The door shut, except this time, opened up fully allowing us to enter.

I walked through first, to see the mane six, looking like they had been to hell and back. I walked in, walked over to a hay bale and set Spitfire down on it. I turned around to see all of the ponies awe struck, and Rainbow Dash fainted.

"Uh...What happened to Dash?"

"You came with the Wonderbolts?"

"Oh yeah, apparently you know them?"

They all just nodded.

"Trent, where were you?!" Twilight yelled out

"Your royal fucking highness locked me up in an insane asylum, after telling her that THERE WERE NECROMORPHS HERE...Haha, look where we are now...Speaking of which, are you guys OK?"

"Yeah, it started after Celestia told us all to go back to our houses. We were walking back when one of those...monsters... Attacked Rainbow...She's alright, but we managed to get us all back here."

"Alright...Good."

I walked back over to Spitfire's unconscious body, and inspected her wing.

Fuck, it's turning gangrene, this thing has to come off...

I sighed and punched the wall, reopening the scar I acquired from doing the same action as before.

"...'Errethang alright, sugarcube?"

"AJ, I'm gonna need you to get me a hacksaw, lantern, a knife, towels, a block of wood and a bottle of whisky...This isn't gonna be pretty...."

AJ ran off to fetch the supplies with out any questions, and I turned to Soarin'.

"You're gonna need to be here for this."