The Fall of Equestria

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