(Cancelled) The Nightmares of Yesterday

The Nightmares of Yesterday
ATBrony751

Chapter 9: Desperate Measures
Author's Notes: I know, I didn't really go into much detail about the whole situation in Ponyville, but stay with me now, it's gonna get better.

**THIS CHAPTER HAS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC DETAILS OF EMERGENCY MAKE-SHIFT AMPUTATION / IT WILL BE SOMEWHAT SIMILAR, BUT LESS HARSH TO CUPCAKES**

Applejack came back into the room with a saddlebag and a Big Mac.

"Soarin', Big Mac, come with me..."

I picked up Spitfire, and brought her down into the barn cellar with Soarin', Big Mac and Applejack in tow. This was not gonna be pretty.

I pulled a workbench into the middle of the cellar and laid Spitfire atop of it. She woke up at this point, and was naturally very confused.

"What's going on? What are you guys-...no...no no NO NO NO! NO YOU'RE NOT DOING THIS!"

" Soarin', Mac, Help me."

We ran over to Spitfire, who was trying to escape from the makeshift operation room and held her down. I felt like a monster, but it needed to be done.

"Spitfire, your wing is far from OK, it is necrotic and very infected. If it doesn't go, right now, you will die."

That didn't help her calm down, she was still in a rage from the terrifying thought, I don't blame her.

"NO! IT'S FINE! MY WING IS FINE PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T! PLEAAAAAAAASEE!!" She was screaming bloody murder, but I had to stay strong for her sake.

"Soarin', Mac, You gotta do this, you need to hold her down and make sure she doesn't move....Applejack, you need to try to calm her down..."

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! HE'S ONE OF THEM!" She was yelling in a mixture of screaming and almost choking on the amount of tears she was producing. It was tearing me apart.

At this point, Soarin' and Big mac were on each sides of the operating table, holding Spitfire on her stomach, while restraining 2 legs each and weight on her back. Applejack was doing the best she could to try to calm down the extremely distressed mare.

"It's alright sugar cube, it's gonna be better soon ah' promise."

I selected the knife from the tray, first step, cut the surrounding flesh and skin. This was going to be the most painful part.

"Ok guys, steady! Steady!" I yelled in repetition, as to keep the order glued in their minds.

I moved the knife to the flesh surrounding the wing...

Okay, 3....2....1....

I pressured the knife and dragged it across the first layer of the incision around the joint, the epidermis. The skin needed to be cut in sections for proper healing. The second the knife hit the skin, she screamed in agonizing pain, pleading for the torture to stop, but it was to no avail. The dull farm knife tore more than cut through her yellow coat, sinking deeper into her soft flesh producing blood curdling cries for help. The only help she got was from AJ's soothing words, doing their best attempt to calm the Pegasus. Her wing screamed as it burned with the passion of 1,000 suns. I moved onto the second round with the knife.

"AJ, I need you to get a knife over the flame until it gets hot enough. There is going to need to be some cauterization soon."

"PLEAASEE!PLEAASE STOP CUTTING! PLEASE STOP..!" She screamed with tear logged words.

I cleaned the knife off with a towel and went back to the incision. The epidermis was successfully cut, so now I had to move onto the dermis. I brought the knife back inside the wound that I was holding open with my fingers, no time to sterilize. Her continuous screams of distress and torture went unheard as I continued my barbaric work. I used the same method that I used on the epidermis with the dull utility knife, tearing through the flesh of an innocent mare.

"It's okay Spitty, its only gonna get better." Soarin' said with a comforting smile, but that wasn't enough for her.

Normally any other pony would faint under this much pain, but Spitfire is a strong mare, she doesn't crack under pressure. Her screams reduced to low pitched gurgles at this point, she sounded on the verge of passing out from the shear amount of sensory nerves being overrun by my savage operation. I finished tearing through the dermal layer with my knife, and the torrent of blood broke.

"AJ! I NEED THE BOVIE NOW!"

She ran over and handed it to me with the handle in her mouth. I grabbed it and pressed it to the bleeding veins, with the searing sound and smell of burning flesh and blood. Spitfire had passed out at this point, and I was glad that she wasn't screaming any more. I checked to make sure that she still had a pulse, and continued the operation. Now that all of the flesh was removed from the bone, I had to start cutting. I grabbed the hack saw from the tray and started the slow sawing motion through the bone. The only sounds produced by the patient were those of slow grumbles as she lay overwhelmed in searing agony. After about 2 minutes of the repetitive motion, the wing came free from her body. I almost just broke down right there. I felt so much remorse and sadness, for I had just ruined her life. Flying was her life, without it she was basically dead.

I cauterized the rest of the wound, before wadding a towel in there and wrapping her side with a towel to hold it in place. I cleaned the blood from her coat, picked her up and brought her back up to the main barn room. As I laid her down on a bale of hay. I just overlooked her unconscious body, feeling the same pain she did. body I fell to my knees as a single tear rolled down my cheek. I felt the presence of another, so I looked over my shoulder to see Soarin' my my side. He put a hoof on my shoulder,

"You did the right thing, she's gonna be alright."

I sat there for about an hour, just thinking and drinking. Spitfire didn't drink any of the whiskey so I took the liberty, even though I saved a lot because lord knows she will be needing it.

"Trent..."

"hmm?"

"Those...things...What are they?" Rainbow asked

"They're called Necromorphs, they are the reanimated bi-product of an alien virus. Even if you do have it, it will only take effect when you die."

"Well how do you kill them?"

"Didn't you listen to my story the other day? You cut off their limbs..."

"Well how do we do that?"

"AJ?" I called out

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any power saws, machete's, ect?"

"Eeyup, We got tree trimmers, chainsaw's and machete's as a matter of fact."

"Great, that's just what we need....I'm gonna need a crew of people to go out with me and look for supplies."

"Me an' Big Mac will go" Soarin' spoke out

"No. We need a stallion here in case anything gets through."

"I'll go..."

I looked around for the source, but when I found it I was in awe.

"No, Spitfire you're too wea-"

"DAMNIT I'M NOT TOO WEAK" as she stood an aggressive stance.

Dash, still got extremely depressed at the fact that Spitfire wasn't a wonderbolt anymore.

"I'm gonna kill all of those motherfuckers...They ruined my life..."

"...Alright, but its not a good idea, you just came out of surgery..."

"Oh that's what you call surgery jackass? Tearing my fucking wing off with a rusty blade and hacksaw? Fuck off"

"If it wasn't for me, you would be fucki-....It had to be done, I'm sorry, but it was for your own good."

"You should of let me fucking rot, now you're just prolonging to process..." She spat at me

"...Hey, Spitfire it's O-"

"Shut the FUCK UP DASH! DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT'S OK?! TELL ME!" She galloped over and jumped on top of her, pinning her down "IS THERE ANYTHING MISSING THERE?! DO YOU SEE ANYTHING WRONG WITH ME?!"

Dash couldn't hold back tears anymore, her life long idol, never to fly again and screaming at her viciously. She couldn't get a word in. That's when Spitfire broke down aswell.

She calmed down, grabbed the bottle and sat down in the corner of the room.

"AJ, we need that farm equipment...where is it?"

"In the shed, right out there." She pointed a hoof to the door.

"Alright, Big Mac...You're with me. We're going into town."

He simply nodded, and followed me to the outside.

We collected the necessarily equipment, and proceeded into Ponyville.

"So we have a shopping list. We need to get equipment and medicine for Spitfire...Fuck...That's tearing me apart inside...I ruined her life..."

"Nope, You did right thing...She would of been gone otherwise..."

We made our way into the town, and it really didn't look much different. Just abandoned.

"So Big Mac, where do we find medicine around these parts?"

"Normally the market carts are out...But we can go to the hospital to find medicine."

"Alright...Let's go"

Our walk took about 25 minutes to get to the hospital. Once we got there, we walked through the glass doors and into triage area, to see blood everywhere. Not anything new for me. It looked as if once the infection came, the pony's naturally fled to the hospitals and everything went downhill from there. Me and Mac decided to split up, him going to the ED, me to the pharmacy to get Spitfire's antibiotics.

"Meet me back here in 15."

I was directed to the pharmacy by the directional signs on the walls. There were bodies laying here and on the floors, coating the hallways in blood. I had an eerie sense about this place, aside from the blood and bodies, it seemed like there were more to these corridors then meets the eye. I reached the pharmacy, which had looked to have been looted, but still contained some reputable supplies. It was guarded by a heavy door, it would destroy the blade of my chainsaw. I sought for other things to open the door with, but seemed to find nothing. My wandering brought me to a tyvek sheet that was hanging on a door way.

Is this a construction site? Nice.... I grinned to myself

I entered the closed off entrance of the site and looked for a reputable tool. There wasn't much there though, sledge hammers, crowbars ect. My aimless search finally paid off, in the form of a diamond edge, 16 inch, cut off saw. The ridiculously dangerous heavy duty saw would destroy anything you threw at it. It was love at first sight.

I walked down the corridor back in the direction of the pharmacy, proudly handling my new favorite toy. I was so enveloped in the love and enjoyment of my new weapon, that I didn't even notice that now was the time to test it out. From behind me, was a massive earth pony stallion in full construction attire, urging to dig his razor sharp blades into my unprotected flesh. He started his progression in the form of a wobbly canter, advancing closer by the second. I brought up my saw, yanked on the starter cord causing it to roar to life and raised it to eye level, ready to combat my assailant. These monsters know no fear, no pain; he continued his advance, raising his blades higher the closer he got to me and eventually brought them down. All I had to do was hold the roaring saw blade in front of my face, and off came both of his forelegs. He stumbled backwards after being decapitated and having no weapons left in his arsenal, I ran up to him and brought the heavy saw down on his neck in a diagonal motion. The weight of the saw easily carried itself through the flesh of the beast, the path being paved by a diamond edged blade ripping at 4,000 RPM. That was done, my new tool proved itself, and I was on my way to carry on the mission.

I found my way back to the pharmacy, where there Big Mac was walking to at the same time.

"Y'all OK? I heard a power saw and-...oh..." The sight of me answered his question

"Yeah, the door is a tank, I found this baby to open in like a can of sardines...I also ran into another one of the monsters, what about you?"

"Yeah, there was a necro nurse at the ED, ah' made minced meat of her though...I also got'cha this." He said as he threw a large orange bag in my direction.

"Might come in handy." He said with a smile

I lifted up the orange bag, and reviled that it had a large red and white medical cross on it. It was a full sized First Aid kit, it had an AED and all. Fuckin' score.

"Ha! Great find my man! Anyway, we need to get through here to get some amox."

I yanked the starter cord on the saw once again, and it roared to life. I approached the door of the pharmacy and slowly inched the whirling blade towards it. When it made contact, a torrent of searing hot sparks ensued. I stepped out of the path of them, but I still got burned a bit. With a noticeably big hole where the lock used to be, Big Mac came over and gave it a powerful buck, sending it flying on its hinges.

"Alright, we're in." I said, to imitate that of a miner

We walked through the door carefully, with these monsters, expect anything. With the coast seemingly clear, we walked in and started our search. While looking, out of my peripheral vision, I saw a quaking white clump in the corner. I instinctively raised my saw again, but found soon that it was unnecessary, for it was a pony. I approached the earth mare with a bit of haste, as this was our first survivor that we found in Ponyville.

"Are you alright, Ms.?"

"Y-yyes...I'm f-ffine..."

Big Mac seemed as if he knew this pony.

"Nurse Redheart, it's me, Big Macintosh, we ain't gonna hurt you, we're gonna get you out of here."

She merely nodded her head.

"Big Mac, keep her company, I will be right back." I still had antibiotics to find.

I ran over to the various shelf's, and tore through multiple bottles to find what I was looking for. Surprisingly, I got more then I expected. After about 45 seconds, I had with me 4,000 MG of Paracetamol with codeine, Paracetamol, Amox and some hydrocodone. Spitfire wasn't going to feel anything, I giggled to myself.

"Alright, I got what we need. Let's go."

I ran over to Redheart, picked her up like a deer fawn, gave Mac my saw, and we left on our way back to Sweet Apple Acres.