Keep Calm, We're gonna try to help

I sat in the armored humvee and waited for orders from my brother who was my squad's Admiral. The rest of my squad was a funny African American who's name was Hester and he was the newest recruit, next was my girlfriend, Lyra, who was the Captain, and finally was my friend and my brother's worst enemy, Matt, who was a Lieutenant. I was a Rear Admiral.

"We're getting reports of rioting in downtown Miami, Boston, and L.A.," my brother announced. I turned on the radio and all I got back was static. I switched back to the Coast Gaurd reserved radio channel and received a whole bunch of static.

"Squad Charlie, are you there, I repeat, squad Charlie, do you read me," I waited for squad Charlie to respond but I got nothing back. "Maurice we need to get back to base, Hester's been injured.

"Yeah, get us back to base, Zane," he told me as I started to drive from one of the Coast Guards f.o.b that have been attacked by the walking dead. I sped through the front gate, that had been barricaded to keep the dead from breaking in, but it didn't work that well as were standing in the ruins of the Kansas International Airport. The drive from the airport to the coast guard Kansas HQ isn't a long drive, but it will be trying to get past all the abandoned cars.

"Ah, fuck this hurts like hell," I looked back at Hester, to see that his leg was starting to bleed worse, and it wasn't showing signs of stopping.

"Lyra, help him," I told her.

"Sorry sir, but I can't as we have no more Gauze or painkillers," she told me. I looked back at the road and saw a car 25 meters ahead of us, so I quickly swerved to avoid hitting it, but our humvee careened into a forest. We hit a tree and I blacked out from the force of the crash.

I slowly came around and saw a tree right in front of me. I sat up and saw that I had flown far from the humvee. I stood up and walked over to the humvee, and started to drag my squad out of the wrecked vehicle. I laid them 20 or so feet away from the wreck. I grabbed anything that would be useful, such as our guns, ammo, and medical supplies. I walked over and sat our stuff next to a tree and waited for my squad to wake up. The first to wake up was my brother and he ran over to a tree and vomited out what looked to be a bunch of water and bread. He walked back over and started to wake up the others and equipped himself for a trek through the forest. Everyone else awoke and equipped themselves. Lyra and I carried Hester through the thick jungle. We finally came to an edge of the forest, but at the rate, we were walking we would be in the town that my brother had spotted as he went to scout out a little bit ahead of our group.

"We're going to be there for maybe half an hour if we keep at the pace we're at," Maurice told us. I almost face planted when my left leg went entirely numb. I dropped Hester who landed on the ground next to me. I looked down at my leg to see a gash in it from the twisted metal of our wrecked humvee. Lyra picked up Hester and Matt picked me up. They carried us into the town and I saw a group of multi-colored horses approached us and a lavender purple one walked up to us. I heard it say something which made me damn near faint. It sounded like it was concerned for us and about us. I heard my brother tell it that we were part of the United States Coast Guard.

"Listen, my brother and friend need medical attention," Maurice told it.

"Um... yeah, follow me, I'll take you to Ponyville Medical," It sounded like a she, so my brain matched the voice with a gender. She led us to a hospital that had a typical hospital look. "What happened, to you brother and friend?"

"My friend got his cut on a helicopter blade," the helicopter, in general, had exploded which is how he got his leg almost severed from his body. "And my brother cut his leg open on a twisted piece of metal on our wrecked humvee."

When he finished his answer, I was laid on a medical bed and a white horse with a pink mane pushed a needle through my leg and quickly stitched my leg up and then bandaged it up. My friend was treated with stitches as well, but he didn't get bandaged.

"What's a helicopter," the purple horse asked. "And a humvee."

"Vehicles," he told her, which she seemed to accept. I laid there and decided to pass out to let my leg heal slightly.

"Oh, and my name is Twilight Sparkle."