Room 25

November?

Where do I end talking about everything thats happened? Their close now so I best write this all down before they arrive. I'll probably be swinging from a tree like the others anyhow. I guess I should start with my name. Names Whitebolt Quillbreeze but my friends call me Whitey. Only member of the Quillbreeze family left alive. The rest either died years ago or were killed by this damn war. I am (or rather was) a Group Captain in the Wonderbolts. Heh, they probably don't exist anymore either. Heck, does anything exist outside of this godforsaken room anymore? There's only a few of us left down here. We're running out of food and this war is proving useless, I'm commanding units in the morning that don't exist by the time the afternoon comes.  Canterlot is surrounded, Manehattan is under siege but is only just holding on for dear life. We're deep underground but we can still hear the crump of shells and bombs going off. It's only a matter of time before he gets desperate and just tries to Megaspell us out of existenc...

Wait. Footsteps? Oh god, their here. I guess I've got time to write a few more words and make my peace with whatever God is left. I'm sorry I failed my nation, my family and my soldiers; but at least those bastards aren't going to take me alive. One pistol, one bullet. Should be plenty.