School Field Trips Suck

I awoke slowly, as when I sat up my head blared flashing white lights and black shadows danced in my vision. I tried to clear the specks in my vision but failed so I looked around at my surroundings, remembering that I wasn't in my bed but a locked down factory. I noticed Snips, and the CMC in chairs huddled around each other, all of them asleep.

"You're finally awake," I heard a coarse voice to my left and I finally noticed a rather old stallion holding a wooden plank in his hooves. I saw the large blood stain in his coat and on the makeshift weapon. I tried to vomit, but all that came out was weak coarse coughs, due to me having nothing left in my system to vomit. I stopped hurling and faced the pony who only gave me an apologetic look. "I hate this place, even before they started roaming."

"What do you mean, who are they," I asked him, confusion in my voice.

"The scientists that were giving you tours have been planning this for weeks," he told me. "They were planning on this happening, pardon my language, but it was fucking heartless and cold what they did to you foals." I was taken back by his strong language.

"Wait, they were planning this," I asked. "How could they have planned this Ms. Cheerilee told us she called them that day."

"Kid, when did you start your healing class," he asked.

"Um... two weeks ago," I told him.

"Well, that is when they called her, Ms. Cheerilee is in on this, they had the second group go to the lower levels, when they had sent the first group as food for these animals, but luckily enough for your group you were group two, so you were used as the major distraction to cause the main event."

"Main event," I asked even more confused than when we had begun. "Wait, you mean that this has been planned for about a month now and that this is just the beginning?"

"Yes kid, when you reach the surface, there will be groups of ponies outside that are working for these miserable excuses for ponies, the group will take the infected, dead, and diseased to the center of Canterlot and it's gonna be happening again."

"Pencil, you're awake," I heard Apple Bloom basically scream.

"Hi, Apple Bloom," I told her. I looked at the group and suddenly noticed that Snails wasn't present. "Um... where is Snails?"

"Pencil, he didn't make it to the room," she told me, tears coming to her eyes.

"What do you mean, he was in front of me when I came in," I told her.

"No, he left after you were knocked out by Steam Valve," she told me.

"Sorry kid," Steam told me. I accepted his apology and made my way to the corner of the room. I cried and I didn't care who saw me, I had lost one of my friends to this damned disease.

"Listen, you five need to leave this place, I'll help you to the fourth floor, but from there I have to leave you," he told us, pointing to a collar on his neck. "Wake your friends up and let's go."

We took a while to wake Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, but they finally got up and hugged me. We followed Steam through the winding hallways of the laboratory. I felt a tap from my right and looked to see Apple Bloom standing there.

"Pencil, how do we know we can trust him," she asked me.

"We can't, we just got to hope that he doesn't lie to us," I told her. She hugged and pulled back, blushing red. We finally found our way to the stairs. He let us go in first and barricaded the door behind us. I somehow ended up at the front of the group once again. I was at the door to the fifth floor, as the stairwell to the fourth floor was missing. I opened the door but closed it when I heard grunting from below. I looked back noticing the old pony had Snips in a form of headlock. I quickly made my way down to them. I pushed the old stallion off him and threw him against a wall. He threw a hoof and it connected with my jaw, causing me to back up to the railing. He stood next to me, picked me up and hoisted me over the railing. I looked down noticing the long drop below. I pulled myself towards him and grabbed onto his neck. I tried to choke him to the best of my ability. He suddenly lost his balance and fell towards the railing, once again hoisting me over it. He suddenly let go of me, basically dropping me, but I grabbed onto the railing and hung there. The old pony was kicked in the back and fell over the railing and landed with a sickening splat. I was lifted up by my friends and we sat on the stairs, where the infected corpse of Snips was laying. He had a needle sticking out his neck, with a bottle of what I guessed was the disease lying next to him.

"We need to go, I know we want to mourn but we don't have time," I told the group. We made our way back up the stairs and left the stairwell.