Well, It’s time to get to work, sort of. I have to hire a carpenter to secure my windows, But I still don’t know what I should so for the reason being that he may ask me. Well, I guess he’ll do his job anyway since he gets paid, Yet won’t I be suspicious right? Welp better gets to it. I grabbed the stationary phone and dialed the nearest carpenter I could get a hold of, I slowly dialed on the line as the phone was hanging on the right side of my head, I finally reached an answer from the other side of the line, Yet I wasn’t so pleased as the pony who answered it had a scruffy, Deep and crisp voice
“What’s your problem?” He had a tint of slang in the process of talking,
“I would like to fill my windows with plywood” I replied with no actual meaning to the reason why I’m filling up my windows,
“What’s your address?” He questioned me again, just like what he said last time
“Apologies sir, I do not know my address” I face palmed to myself
“Well, have a great day” He hung up the phone,
“Ugh, what the hell was that?” I thought to myself “How the am I not supposed to know my address!” I was intentionally hitting my head as well with the phone
I placed back the phone and went to the kitchen. I found a dusty old map on the kitchen side table, I unfolded it and found the closest building near my house. It was a hardware store, I could possibly buy some material there. I grabbed my wallet and headed outside, it looked different than where I used to live. The polluted air surrounded me as I heard chatter from every single direction I see, I start heading down the pathway, as I looked at the billboard signs. My curiosity of looking around actually led me somewhere, I’ll go back there later. I finally reached there, It wasn’t much. I just bought some nails, a hammer and wood.
Well, I guess it’s time to go to the store or somethin’? I proceeded down the wet alleyway, as the flickering lights became closer. It was a really unpleasant place to be, but my curiosity got the better of me. I finally reached to my unknown location, It was a gun store. What a coincidence, I still have a bit of bits left. I entered the side building, There wasn’t that much of anything. Yet the guns surround me with the spacey wall, They were selling items from firearms to gun muzzles. Everything was expensive, such as compound bows and hunting knives. Ranging up to 5,000.00 bits as the lowest was 200 bits.
I decided to get a Finnish Luger and a Mosin Nagant 91-30 Sniper, I grabbed one of each and headed my way to the counter, Ponies started to bat an eye, possibly that I was carrying two weapons and it’s probably too mainstream. I tried my hardest to ignore but then they started to whisper and giggle,
“Why the hell you laughin’ at mate?” I demanded, speaking to the nearest pony as he laughed,
The pony replied as if he was having a posh conversation “Well, of course, a pony like you with skinny muscles shouldn't have a measly rifle like that”
“Ugh, Shut up n’ mind your own bloody business” I tried to act rude like last time but it seems like he still doesn't care
“Ugh, what assholes!” I thought to myself
It wasn’t long until I reached the main desk,
“Is that all that you want sir?” Whilst holding the two weapons, I just ignored him for some odd reason “I’ll take that as a yes”
I gave him 2,900.00 bits. The beeping sound made me anxious about what’s gonna happen soon. Yet I tried to stay in my happy thoughts, Well that’s even if I have one. I gave me my weaponry back with my receipt. I proceeded out to the glass double doors. I stayed in the corner of the building as I tried to hide my weapons. It’s not much But I could cover it with my plywood. Rain started to appear from the north, as it started to slowly shower on top of my head,
“Well, there’s no point standing here in the rain,” I thought to myself “Well, of course, dumbass”
I headed to the sidewalk where it provided shelter, It was the same as ever. Ponies chatting as billboards flickering. I was crowded until I reached home. But It was warm enough to stay indoors in my house, I started to get the materials and proceeded to work. Hammering down the nails, piercing through the 2-inch wood, like why the hell did I pick 2-inch as length?. Well at least it the bullets couldn't penetrate it, Or can it, Well possibly it might still can but who the hell knows? Technically it was hard work but if the carpenter came I guess it would be hella’ lot easier, work but each second I started to hammer more faster and harder. My magic could also hold the plywood and the hammer but the force is all the reason why I am grunting. Well, I guess it’s my fault for not pre-drilling it. But I only needed to block two windows, So it didn’t take so long. I tried to give the two wood great amount of force when hammering the nails down, I started to become to fatigue with my hard work but still, I’m a unicorn, unicorns aren’t supposed to get tired of this stuff? Well If they didn’t I guess I officially debunked it.
I started to relax, And turn on the radio station and relaxed on my comfy sofa
“Attention, Attention everypony! The Bat Ponies and changeling are at war and heading to ManeHattan, Ponyville and CloudsDale!” The Stallion on the news report shouted on the top of his lungs “There’s a community bunker at Cant-”
The radio stopped receiving or possibly the line is dead or possibly even cut off.
I guess It’s time to join the party.
Chapter 02-The anarchy surrounds me
I heard a bomb dropping from 32 metres away with 12 metress of the blast radius. The shockwave seems like it reached to my house. Smaller and weaker than mine, tumbles and rumbles as the crashing sounds could be heard from a far away. Death unfolds for ponies strolling around the walkway, closer to the horizon of death. Screams and cries could be heard from my building. I grabbed my firearms and my melee weapon, I could hear griffins and changelings getting injured whilst firearms being shot. I stand my guard and stood 5 metres away from the entrants to my humble home. I heard banging and crashing on the other side of my door. I heard three knocking on my door as the third was was a loud hit, knocking my door down.
A changeling was standing right in front of my door, ready to kill me any second now, I grabbed my Gauss Rifle and shot him, The Blood spew out every wear as his dead body twitching every second. The blood Slowly dropped down from his skull, making a pool of blood he was drowning in. I grabbed my three weapons. As my scythe was in front of me, As I headed outside I saw Changelings and Griffins battling it out, I didn't want to head out too far from my house Since I it seems it can handle things quite well. Well, better clear my street so if there are some ponies left at least there won’t be that much casualty of ponies.
The death of griffins and Changelings are everywhere as my street were a bloodbath, Death from every direction. I headed to the nearest enemy that I could find I violently hit him as hard as I can, Galloping at the Changeling, Charging at him with all my force, Swinging my wooden scythe with high velocity, Bashing his head with all the might I could. The cracking of his bones filled me with sanity as the blood covered my scythe. My scythe was broken whilst the handle was still intact. Seeing that the griffin was behind I still had the grasp of my broken scythe, I stabbed him in the stomach leaving my scythe stuck in his stomach. The griffin tried to breathe as he was trying to pull the wooden stick out of him,
“Welp, My wooden scythe is gone,” I thought to myself as I looked at the Griffin trying to breathe for life,
I guess death was right around the corner, Better shoot Changelings and Griffins whilst galloping as I keep my distance or ground to avoid death. Galloping as sometimes running over a pool of blood, splashing all over me, Covering me in blood. Shooting numbers of Changelings and Griffins as the recoil of the weapon disturbs my speed of galloping, accidentally running into a Changelings. He gave me a grin across his face as he pointed his magnum at me, I grabbed the gun from him, yet I pulled out a hunting knife and stabbed me on the side, I grunted. He was mocking me as I aimed the magnum towards his head whilst covering my wound with my hoof in main, shooting him made me realise I was a part of the onslaught of killing.
A saw a tank at the end of the street, I was trying to finish of the Changeling so I could get a better look. It was heading towards this way. I bashed the Changeling’s head since he won’t go down so easily, leaving his turquoise eyes popping out of the skull has it bounced on the concrete, Leaving the back of my gauss rifle is bloody.
As I looked at the tank I recognise it as a Matilda-Tank. It was aiming right towards me as I was paralysed with fear. It stopped and looked dead eye at me even though tanks don’t have eyes. I wonder if it’s gonna shoot at me, I stood there to see if it was, It was the stupidest idea that anypony could think of. Well, there’s an anarchy surrounding me so why not join the fucked up environment?
The Matilda-Tank stopped dead on, possibly 30 metres. I was ready to dodge it but I don’t know if my reflexes can withstand the attack. Seconds after the tank stopped I saw a black smoke coming out of the muzzle of the tank, I only saw it for a split second but I knew the velocity was high enough to demolish 5 apartments. I couldn't dodge it but hell I can block it, few scratches appeared on me as the dust surrounded me of the blast. The tank continued to fire at me as it still builds up the black smoke from the gunpowder. The force of the 40mm round pushed me backwards by each shot. I was inches away from the building that stood right behind me. It stopped for a while as I started to gasp for air. The fog of dust started to disappear. The Tank started to charge its Besa Machine Gun.
I started to gallop to the right, As it started to shoot. The trail of bullet holes followed my tail, The bullets started to deafen me by each shot. I was able to reach to a bloody alleyway mixed with dead bodies. I still could hear the tank crushing the bones of bodies. As I passed on through the alleyway.
I tried to continue through the alleyway finding my way back home yet entering the backdoor. I think I have meds somewhere in the house. I saw Griffins in the distance, possibly more than one, It seems like they were surrounding a chair, On the chair was, Gilda? Each Grifin was holding a melee weapon, possibly a bar or a baseball bat. I could slightly hear them, having a conversation with Gilda.
“Why did you tell the plan?” Said the griffin, holding the bar harder each time he answered.
“I didn’t,” She replied, spitting out blood “Bitch,” she added.
“Now tell me one more time,Why did you tell the Changelings the plan?” The other Griffin said, with a calm voice, trying to handle the situation
“As I said, I fuckin’ didn’t!” she yelled, spitting her blood on the other griffin who asked her earlier.
They raised their weapon, I cocked my Mosin Nagant 91-30 Sniper and precisely aimed my metal crosshair to one of the griffins head. Pulling the trigger, causing me to kill 2 griffins.
“Who the hell is here!” The griffin said as he looked through the long hallway.
They grabbed their main weapon and blocked off all the area so nopony can enter or exit.
“We blocked off the area so you can’t come in or come out!” They tried to act intimidating
“Well, no shit Sherlock” I whispered to myself
I quickly snuck into a dumpster and hid behind it, And cocked my weapon another time. I grabbed out Finnish Luger and slanted my gun, yet still hardly visible. My iron sight was at gunpoint onto the other griffins head. The griffin started to walk closer to inspect the area, I grabbed a can next to me and threw it NNW from my location. He decided to inspect it.
“W-w-who is there?” He asked whilst he quivered in horror or fear.
He came closer and closer to my location by each step. He quickly jumped to the end of the dumpster as he held gunpoint at me with a Beretta SV10 Perennia I
“We go-” He was disrupted as I grabbed by the neck and subdued him.
I searched the body for ammunition or armour, Well my luck ain’t so bad, I got five shotgun shells. I was so tempted to go guns blazing as I held the Beretta SV10 Perennia I. I was planning to kill all of them yet they’re all blocking north, west and east, As Gilda was held as a hostage in the middle of the crowd. I rolled over an open door cover me yet exposing my hind hoof. Well It worth giving a shot, And yet it’s my only chance to do this for my whole life.
I galloped as my Finnish Luger was in the north, Beretta SV10 Perennia I on my east as my Mosin Nagant 91-30 Sniper. Going trigger happy on every weapon I shall hold.
“What the hell?” Gilda questioned in the confusion of the current scenario that’s currently happening right now.
I stand in the middle of the crowd as I shot in every direction on where the Griffin is. The shrapnel of the projectile that was aiming towards the Griffin. Blood covered the bullets as it pierced through their organs and tissues.
It didn’t take so long for the Matilda tank to gun me down. Leaving me to rot among the dead cold floor.
It didn’t take so long
Chapter 03-Getting out of this Hell-Hole
“You awake dumbfuck?” The voice of Gilda echoed in my head several times, “I said, are you awake?” she said once more.
My head slowly rose from my fatal slumber. It seemed like I was isolated and locked in a soundproof booth, as the dim light could light up all four corners in the room. I started to panic and started to scream from the bottom of my lungs to call for help.
“Help!” I said, “Help!” I continued on, “Help!” I started to feel fatigue of shouting and screaming for help, “He-”
“Would you shut the fuck up,” Gilda demanded
“Wow, you swear a lot” I stated the obvious.
The tight rope, locking me in place on a wooden chair, caused me to have red marks beneath the rope.
“How long have I slept here for?” I questioned Gilda,
“I woke up first, So possibly around three hours,” She answered back, giving me a sarcastic look.
The shoved and heaved as hard as I could to release my hoof from the tight rope.
“There’s no hope mate,” She quickly replied “ I tried that hours ago,”
I stopped the necessary pushing and heaving.
“Yo, you’re a unicorn right,” as she looked heavily in the wall in front of her “If any griffin comes by with sharp instruments, just kill the, all right?”
“Indeed I shall” I replied.
The sudden whistling outside the door slowly comes closer, and closer by the second. Hearing a sudden slam made me feel jumpy even though I knew it’s gonna happen. The rusty wheels was maneuvering the cart with sharp instruments or utensils.
“Well, I guess it’s worth a shot” I thought to myself as I looked at the sharp instruments,
The sudden struggle and grunt appeared as I tried my hardest to lift up the sharp metal instrument.
“Pff, what the hell are you doing?” The Griffin laughed and mocked me, “Well, Better get to it,” Grabbing the utensils, “Also We removed your magic so there’s no poin”
Slowly as the griffin came closer same as the syringe, It was filled with green liquid, It made me skip a heartbeat. Slowly he stabbed me with the long needle, Injecting me. Slowly hesitating and fainting away, as my eyes slowly closed, But I knew this wouldn't be the end
“Do you know what this wou-” He stopped as I headbutted him
Making him fall back on his back, Slowly standing up as I reached to the bones saw and rubbed the rope upon it,
“Hurry up!” Gilda yelled.
I hurried as the griffin started to stand, The chair fell as I grabbed the bonesaw, I rushed to Gilda and as fast as I could.
“Ugh, finally” she said as she had enough with my bullshit,
I grabbed out the syringe and stabbed the Griffin through the skull, Leaving green-ish Red started to flow down the wound. The scanner seemed to san me,
“Huh? what the hell” as I looked next to my flank “ Why the hell is there a barcode next to my flank?”
“Who ever get’s into this isolated room get’s their magic or anything else, locked, or disabled to be used” She answered
“Look, there’s a room called ‘weapon and contraband room” as I pointed out.
We left the room as we tried to be unnoticed,
“Where the hell is every griffin?” She questioned
I ignored her, and continued through the corridor. The metallic rusty walls enclosed me in an uncomfortable area. The red and black wallpaper grew onto me as I stared blankly at the wallpaper,
“Hurry up,” Gilda demanded as she said leaving an echo.
The sudden sound of some Griffin walking towards our location
“Who the hell is there?” He yelled, luckily not disturbing the other guards.
Quickly grabbing his Adjustable and removable and ballistic biceps protection, As he fell making a loud thud,
“Quickly, Grab my weapons from the ‘weapon and contraband room” I demanded Gilda, Making her run as fast as she could.
“What the he-” The griffin demanded and exclaimed, Yet subduing him to stop his statement.
Quickly grabbing his unisex armour and laying it on the ground for Gilda,
“I’m ba-” She stopped midway from her sentence “What the he-” I stopped her from yelling to not make a scene or any unwanted attention.
“Where these,” I demanded her again “Don’t worry it ain’t bloody”
“Well if I want to survive, I guess so” As she grabbed and tried the body armour,
Didn’t take her long to put it on,
“What the hell is this, Ballistic groyne protection” She looked at me with serious face “Is this suppose to be unisex?” She questioned,
“Yea, I guess so,” As I was grabbing on the guns.
“Ya know, We still have to find a place to dump this body,” Gilda said with an annoyed face,
“Find a place then dump it, It ain’t that hard” I whispered as I looked at the corner if there could be any mobile threats.
“What the hell are you thinking” She complained “I ain’t dumping a dead body from the same species”
“Ugh,” I sighed as I gave her my Finnish Luger “take this, if you see any mobile threats, just aim for the head will ya?”
“I don’t kill my kind, I only kill anything that’s not my species” She reminded me again
“Oh mother of Celestia, follow me then” As I started to walk down the corridor,
The called hard metallic floor got me annoyed, As some unknown acid was dropping from the ceiling, almost hitting me.
“What the hell was that?” I questioned Gilda with a confused look,
“It’s Gastric acid you dumbass,” She said making me look like I don’t know anything, “they say it can dissolve anything up to blades or razors, whatever you call it”
“Then why the hell do Griffins have it here?” I questioned her again as I proceed through the endless hallway.
“Possibly to dissolve ponies or possibly changelings,” she passed to make her last words stand out or dramatic, “Alive,”
I ignored her sentence since it made me more paranoid in this hell or dungeon environment like place,
“What you scared or something you pussy” She giggled as she also mocked me,
“No, I’m just tired” I replied, trying to make an excuse “Ya know what? Least stay in these room for a bit to rest,”
I decided to open the VLRB and LRB Doors Up to 3 psi, revealing a stationary dual 57mm Mk 5 turret view2, The door possibly could be connected to a tripwire activating the turret
“What the fuck!” Gilda yelled in surprise,
The turret charged at me with 57mm bullets. It didn’t take me long to make a barrier to defend myself with,
“What the shit?” I questioned “I can hardly feel the pain”
“Can I go now?” Gilda question as she clearly didn’t give a fuck on what the current scenario is happening right now,
“Sure can” I gave her a clear answer,
She started running. A huge amount of acid started to leak, dropping on top of her, making a hole through her left wing and her armour.
“Fuck!” She cried, yet she continued to run ahead.
Seeing her clearly in agony as she cries because of her pain
“Well! Are you just gonna stand there!” She yelled
I ignored her as I stopped blocking the rain of bullets. We both ran to the armour room.
“Dear mother of Celestia,” I said to myself “That’s a lot of fuckin’ armour”
I quickly grabbed the one that caught my eye, The carbon fibre armour,
Pretty random that it could fit a pony, maybe because of the previous pony that died here. Well, I put it on anyway.
“Wow, it suits me quite well,” I said to myself
“Can we just get out of this hell hole for fuck sake” Gilda demanded as she also spat out blood
I headed out to the door, noticing we’re surrounded by some couple of Griffins, I threw her my Finnish Luger
“Go kill some griffins will ya?” I asked her
“Why?” she questioned me back “You know I won't do it”
“Will you kindly look behind yourself” stating it out
She slowly turned her head around, noticing that they're a lot of griffis with magazines, clips and some USP.45. I grabbed out my Mosin Nagant 91-30 Sniper at gun point towards the griffins.
Guns started blazing out of the there barrel, whistling towards us.
“Do I shoot them?” Gilda asked eagerly waiting to pull the trigger
“Sure can” I replied
Gilda pressed the lever on the gun, making it shoot and kill two enemies at once, as I shot killing five enemies at once,
“Requesting for ba-”he exclaimed yet dead as I shot him,
“Gilda, Stay behind me!” I demanded Gilda
Making Gilda stay behind me was a good idea I guess. Slamming the door, locking it. I just can’t tell if the door can survive the horde of griffins.
“Find any escape route that leads out of this place” I demanded Gilda again
“How the hell am I supposed to find a wa-” The sudden hit from a cannon made Gilda flinch “What the fuck was that!”
“Come out!” Tee Griffin yelled on the other side of the door,
The sudden shoot again was even harder on impact than last time,
“I guess it’s no use,” I said to Gilda “Better fight of the hoard”
“Yo, can I borrow you sniper thing?” Gilda questioned
I gave her the weapon without indicating if she should use it or not
“I guess it’s a yes then,” She said
“Okay, on the count of three I’ll open the door”Informing her
Gilda gave me a quick nod just to know that she’s ready
“Okay, One, Two, Three!” I quickly released the door open
After a split second, I guess she went trigger happy
“No scope bitch!” Gilda exclaimed as her first shot pierced through multiple griffins, “Ugh, Really! No ammunition?”
Gilda threw the Mosin Nagant 91-30 Sniper as if it was a javelin, piercing through the head of the group,
“Laws of physics bitch!” She exclaimed
The multiple griffins ungrouped and ran to possibly the head of this place,
“Quick grab my sniper because I think I might forgot a weapon to get,” I asked Gilda
Right after opening the door, A loud siren came with flashing red lights,
“Fuck hurry up!” Gilda yelled,
Quickly grabbing my Beretta SV10 Perennia. Heading to the hatch, as Blood slowly dripped down from our body. Opening the trap door to freedom,
“We got you surrounded!” The griffin yelled.
Revealing that endless amount of griffins, making it a horde or possibly the onslaught of dead griffins
I guess we have no choice,
Chapter 00-Planning and Thinking
I knew this was gonna be the end to Equestria, since the Bat Ponies, Changelings, Griffins and possibly us ponies could be fighting for our own race to survive. Yet I also know that Bat Ponies and Changelings are already are at war and I’m trying my hardest to be cautious of myself, Also Griffins are friends with Bat Ponies; I think? So They’ll fight alongside with Bat Ponies. But it’s not true yet since it’s only my hypothesis, And I don’t have that much evidence to back up my theory.
I’ve never prepared, or done anything to survive. Such as preparing medkits, weaponry and armoury, And yet the only thing that can make me survive is a prototype gauss rifle and a wooden scythe. It’s kinda random to have a scythe yet it’s better than not having a melee weapon. Yet it’s durability won’t last for battling tens, hundreds of possibly thousands of my enemies that could kill me in a matter of seconds.
They could possibly attack us in months, Or even possibly weeks. I knew I have to get started to pack but won’t I seem too suspicious? Buying compartments for illegal products, Or buying things that weren't my usual. I know a lot of ponies as that means that a lot of ponies know me. Which means that it’ll be harder to avoid. But there was a pro since my dream was wanting to go to Manehattan. There’s a lot of recourses that I could get and no pony could be suspicious since nopony knows me.
I wanted to get a house since I’ll be engineering for a while with my weaponry, But that’s only if I know how to build. But before all of this, I’ll change everything, Name, Colour, Mane and colour of my mane. I’m thinking if I should have a dot point list of what I should change. I decided to write my list and think about my paper works.
I decided to pack my stuff but I’m not sure if it was a really bad idea or not like I spent 300,000.00 bits on my imagination that might not happen. Like firearms are just a myth or a legend, due to the reason that Princess Celestia and another princessess only saw the ranged weapon. Or even everypony had seen it It’s just that I’m the only one that didn’t see one in my whole life. Only Pinkie Pie’s party cannon, That’s the only firearm I saw for my whole entire life. That must mean that I’m crazy in the head. But I thought to myself that if it would be illegal to buy parts for any rifles, Well if anyone that I know finds out.
Damn it took me long enough to gather my stuff to prepare, even though I only had some books, pair of clothes, And some weaponry and last but not least, my plague mask. A plague seems weird, But my mother gave it to me ever since she died. I can’t tell if the plague mask runs in the family, Because if it is, It’ll possibly end here.
I called some ponies so I hire a carriage to transfer the rest of my stuff. It didn’t take so long for
them to arrive, I loaded my boxes and some furniture, same as some appliances that I could of course possibly need at war. I can’t tell if I should make a small group that I could survive with, It seems ironic that I want to yet nopony wants to. I decided to also get on my miniature carriage and put my suitcase in it, And a gigantic plastic black bag to put my 2 main weapons, My gauss gun and my wooden scythe. Reason being that I just want to keep my privacy to myself, Since they might look through my belongings and if they see my stuff, And they’ll possibly question me. So I’m galloping all the way to Manehattan with a little of radio fun! But wait, let me re-think that. Why the hell am I travelling for possible kilometres? Well, there possibly might be a train station in a few metres on where I live in Ponyville.
Well, I didn’t have that much furniture to transfer so all the workers are all done, I guess I’m on my way. I was done carrying my suitcase to the train station nearby. I didn’t take so long to travel there, honestly, it was very quick for a small stroll through the town. Luckily nopony that I may know of or anypony that is interested or even curious on where I shall travel. The conductor looked suspicious and gave me a dead stare towards me, He decided to check my suitcase just in case if he might find something that’s out of the blue. Yet I’m so grateful that I well covered my weaponry beneath the clothes that I have, He decided to let me into the train, I found a double seat that nopony was sitting on, I lay down my suitcase beside the window as I stayed on the edge of the leathered seat. My hard-shelled suitcase just sat there onto the leather seat as the sun’s light glazed on it for a while.
5 possibly 8 hours passed. I was dead asleep, lying down upon my boiling suitcase. I sudden stop appeared with the recoil of the all the passengers suddenly bumped behind their seat, Even some ponies fell off. How stupid of the train conductor, Honestly why the hell would he do that to his passengers? Well, at least I arrived, possibly a few hours late. But since they’re still there. I could possibly help them arranging my furniture. It didn’t take so long but only 12 minutes has passed. Since one was a pegasus as the other was an earth pony. Also, I only had 4 furniture, there were two seats as there was also one chair, And don’t forget about my Bed. The left and didn’t bother to say goodbye or even to bat an eye.
I guess I’ll settle down for now.
