No More Room In Hell

Canterlot streets...

Canterlot... was just Canterlot. Filled with rich ass ponies that were CEOs of companies ranging from mining, trade, clothing, etc. Models, celebrities, basically the one percent. However it wasn't in its former glory for the past couple of weeks. More guards were patrolling the streets, supply lines were being cut, though some supplies were able to get through. All thanks to the infection. That was the main topic among the nobles, until 2 hours ago where black metallic birds flew over the city causing panic. Many nobles worried, scared, or out plain irritated. They approached the castle gates, eager for answers. For the past two hours nobles and news crew gathered outside the gates only to be blocked by several guards.

When the gates finally opened, they expected Princess Celestia or Luna to lighten their spirits with some good news. But instead, they were met with a horde of bipedal creatures in digital camouflage wielding black contraptions ranging in size. Each one ran in the general direction of the train station.

Noble screamed as they scampered away from the stampede. One of them turned around and spoke out loud with a male voice. "COME ON YOU APES! WANNA LIVE FOREVER!". News crews began to take pictures and drop notes in their notepads. Princess Celestia, Princess Luna and the others soon followed behind the horde but were stopped by the panicked stricken nobles.

Jenkins looked at Celestia with a smug grin. "Have fun Princess!" He commented before giving a two fingered salute and rushing off to regroup with the others. Celestia scowled at the comment, she tried to retaliate but was drowned out by the swarm of questions.

15 minutes later... Canterlot station...

"Set up the SAW here!" Shouted a Marine as he pointed behind a couple crates. The SAW gunner complied and began to position his MG's bipod in a fixed position.

"Created a Barrier with those luggages! Use whatever cover you can find!" Exclaimed another.

"Got a spare 40 Mike- Mike?" Asked a Marine Grenadier as he patted down his rig.

"Yea bro, here!" Answered a fellow Grenadier as he tossed 2 HE rounds. "Make it count!"

The Marines flooded the station and began to set up defensive positions along the end of the pavement. They hid behind crates, luggages, benches, anything that could provide decent cover. 1st platoon took the left platform, 2nd platoon took the right, 3rd split into two and set up a second line of defense behind the others. 4th platoon was stationed by the entrance of the station, denying anyone access to it. Jenkins observed as his Marines set up shop. The sound of bolts being racked back and the simple click of the fire selector were audible. Within 3 minutes of arriving at the station each Marine has set up a firing position.

The Princesses and the others soon arrived at the station. They were surprised to see all the Marines lined up in different combat stances. Some were crouching, some were prone and some were standing. But they all had their weapons locked and loaded, facing down the railroad. "Major, how does the defense go?" Questioned Celestia. "Are your troops in position?"

"Yes Ma'am, we're just putting up the final touches." Replied Jenkins. "First Sergeant Butterfield! Get snipers with Marine escort into those two buildings!" Jenkins gestured to two 3- story apartment buildings.

"Yes Sir!" Answered Butterfield. "You three, go with sniper team one!" The three selected Marines complied. "And you three, go with sniper team two! Move it!" The other three nodded in compliance too. Sniper team one approached their building's entrance, onlookers backed away a good distance from them. They stacked up on the entrance, prepared to breach.

"Breacher up!" Shouted Team one's leader. The breacher walked up towards the double doors, raised his right foot, and thrusted it forward. Both doors slammed open and the Marines stormed inside. The inhabitants screamed at the sudden commotion. At the same time, Sniper team 2 breached their building.

"Right side clear!" Shouted one Marine.

"Left side clear!" Shouted another.

"Lobby clear! Get to the third floor! Move!" Ordered Team one's leader. The squad began to scale the flight of stairs, every now and then a Marine would check their six, making sure they weren't gonna get flanked. A young colt, aged probably six or seven, peaked out his front door to check out the commotion. As he peaked out the door he came face to face with one of the Marines. The colt froze in place, unaware of what to do.

As the group passed by, the Marine sniper took notice of the colt's state. "Stay inside kid, it's gonna get noisy soon." Insisted the sniper, who was wielding and M9 with a laser attachment. The kid nodded and slowly backed into his homestead and closed the door behind him. Only to peak out again. The group reached the final door down the hall and prepared to breach. The squad leader tried to open the door, but only to be met with the rattling of a locked door. The breacher holstered his rifle and racked his Remington 870 shotgun, he aimed it at the door knob and fired once. The slug round tore through the door, absolutely demolishing the knob and sending wooden splinters flying in all directions. He then kicked down the door and then stormed the flat.

"Secure this area!" Commanded the squad leader as he gestured towards the bedrooms. "Snipers! set up by those windows!" The housed members of this room were gathered by the kitchen. The husband was ushering his wife and two kids behind him, he was a male unicorn with a light blue coat and brown hair. His wife, was a unicorn with a light pink coat and had curly white hair. Their two kids, both female unicorns were identical. Both consisted of violet hair, a white coat and blue eyes. All of them had fear cover their faces.

The father had a kitchen knife in his magical grasp. "S-stay back! I-I'm warning you!" He stuttered out. The three Marines, expect for the snipers drew their weapons on them. The squad leader lowered his rifle and raised both hands.

"Easy there man, just calm down." Spoke the Squad leader in a soothing tone. "we're not gonna hurt you. Just put the knife down and lets talk about this. Alright?" The Father showed no signs of backing down.

"Boss, just say the word and I'll drop him." Injected a Marine Private.

"Hold our fire!" He approached the unicorn stallion at a slow pace. "Easy buddy, theres no need for anymore violence." Step by step he grew closer and closer the the frightened stallion. He soon got within a foot on the floating knife. His right hand slowly grasped around the handle and held it tightly. The stallion struggled to keep possession but soon failed and the aura dissipated. The Marine then tossed the knife aside. "Sorry about barging into your home. Everything will be explained later, but for now. Stay down." The stallion and his family complied.

"Team 1 Team 2, this is "Archangel". Are you in position?" Crackled the radio.

"Archangel." This is Team 1. We are in position, over." Replied the squad leader.

"Archangel. " This is Team 2. In position and awaiting orders." Came Team 2's leader.

"Very good, hold current positions till advised otherwise. "Archangel" out."

"Very good, hold current positions till advised otherwise. "Archangel" out." Ordered Jenkins. "Ma'am, when does the train arrive?"

"Approximately 20 minutes." Replied Celestia. "We have some time."

"Appears that way." Jenkins lifted his radio to his mouth and spoke again. "Vulture 1-1, Vulture 1-2. This is "Archangel" how copy?"

"This is Vulture 1-1, solid copy sir." Replied Vulture 1-1.

"This is Vulture 1-2, ready for tasking sir." Answered Vulture 1-2.

"Vulture 1-1, 1-2. Your mission is to track the infected train and report it's current status. Usage of any weapons are currently off limits."

"Copy Archangel, we'll get it done. Vulture 1-1 out." The two Apache gunships flew overhead, gusts of wind began whisking up pieces of loose trash and other debris and scattering them in all directions. They became less audible as they flew further and further away from the capital.

As the birds flew over, the local populous were scared out of their wits. Some even screamed. Some nobles tried to get through 4th Platoon's defensive line to reach the Princesses. Only to be pushed back, or even punched back. Nobles began to insult and threaten the Marines, hoping they would chicken out and let them pass. Hell, even a noble, a male Pegasus in a black suit with a crimson red tie tried to push the Marines back. But received a blow to the head from a buttstock of a rifle. This action enraged the nobles even more.

Jenkins adjusted his focus towards the entrance/exit of the station. "Ma'am, you might want to deal with them." Suggested Jenkins. "They are currently interfering in a military operation. If they don't calm the fuck down, they will be removed with force." Celestia gave the Major a shocked look. She stood silent for a couple of seconds but before she could reply, she was cut off by Jenkins. "First Sergeant Butterfield!"

Butterfield ran up towards Jenkins and stood at attention. "You called for me sir?"

"Do me a favor." Butterfield gave his CO a questionable look. "Put them in their place." Jenkins gestured to the fussy nobles. Butterfield smirked.

"With pleasure sir." He delivered a crisp salute and walked towards the exit, cracking his knuckles.

5 minutes later...

"ETA to target, 30 seconds." Spoke Vulture 1-1 over the comms. Both gunships thundered above the railway leading out of Canterlot. Their eyes set on puffs of smoke floating in the air. "Got eyes on target."

"Copy, we'll follow you in." Replied Vulture 1-2 as he tailed Vulture 1-1. As both birds approached the train they were disgusted by the sight before them. As they flew alongside the speeding train, it's windows were covered in crimson red. One window had a bloody hand print. At the front 2 train cars remained of whats left of the survivors. The last of the guards were pushing the infected back with their shields and stabbing them with swords and spears. With each stab, bash and slash. Infected blood sprayed over them, coloring their golden armor in a red coat. The infected were pushing against each other, flaring their arm through open spots on the shields hoping to grab onto someone. They snarled and snapped as they kept pushing forward. As more and more infected joined in, the guards began to lose more ground. One guard saw the Apache gunships flying alongside them, he opened the window and began to wave at them. Other survivors realized this and began to follow his example.

"Jesus Christ." Breathed Vulture 1-1's pilot. "Archangel, this is Vulture 1-1. We've got eyes on the train."

"Copy Vulture 1-1, what do you see?" Replied Archangel.

"Infected are in all cabins apart from 1 and 2. The remaining survivors and guards will be overrun."

"Damn... Keep me posted-"

"Sir! With all due respect, we simply can't leave them like this!" Blurted Vulture 1-2's pilot. "They'll be killed!"

"We can't do anything! Its obvious that you cannot use missiles, and your 30 mike-mike has a large spray area. Not to mention the fragmentation!" Exclaimed Jenkins. "You'll hit the survivors!"

"... FUCK!.." Swore Vulture 1-2. "Copy that sir, we'll maintain surveillance. Vulture 1-2 out."

"Archangel" out."

Both gunships remained quiet, conflicted on what to do. The guard and survivors stopped calling out for them, all of them clearly out of breath. The gunships began to back away, showing no intent on getting involved. Some survivors pleaded for help, but their cries were drowned out the the thunderous roar of the Apaches. The survivors were on their own... For now.

Jenkins stood there massaging his temples while trying to figure out a solution. Urbani crossed the tracks and approached Jenkins. Both bore looks of frustration. Celestia, Luna, the Main 6 and the others waited patiently behind the Marine officers. The sound of footsteps approached behind them. "Excuse me ladies." Pardoned Butterfield as he slid through the group. "Sir!"

"Yes First Sergeant?" Replied Jenkins. As the Officers turned around, they were surprised to see Butterfield with a red handprint on his cheek.

"Civilians have been put in their place sir." Reported Butterfield. His arms were around his back, clearly hiding something. "Everything alright sir?" Jenkins and Urbani looked at each other, unsure on how to proceed. Butterfield gave a questionable look.

"First Sergeant, can I see you hands?" Questioned Urbani.

"Um.. Why is that sir?" Answered Butterfield.

"Hands. Now. "Ordered Jenkins. Butterfield complied. His khaki gloves were stained with blood, and it seemed pretty fresh too. Urbani faced palmed. Jenkins however sighed in frustration. "You did not just do what I think you did."

"... May have sir."

"Why?!"

"He pushed me! I pushed him back!"

"That doesn't explain the bloody gloves!"

"He slapped me!"

"So?!"

"So? I punched his face in."

"How many times?"

"Once..."

"Really? Once?"

"... Ok maybe a dozen times."

"...Ugh." Jenkins looked behind him and saw the girls giving him questionable looks. " Just get him a medic alright? We'll talk about this later."

"Yes sir." First Sergeant Butterfield saluted and walked away.

"Get the men ready, the train will be here in less than 7 mikes."

"Yes sir!" Replied Urbani.

"Ma'am, you and the others might want to get to a safe distance." Gestured Jenkins.

"Why is that Major?" Questioned Celestia.

"Are you a fan of violence?"

"No, I am not."

"Exactly."

5 minutes later...

"Stand fast Marines!" Exclaimed Jenkins. "Fire on my command!" Marines began to double check their weapons and aimed down the tracks. The audible sound of approaching gunships was drawing nearer and nearer. Soon the train was in sight, Vulture 1-1 and 1-2 began to circle behind the lines of Marines.

The train began to slow down, the screeching of its brakes against the tracks echoed throughout the station as it stopped just before the platforms. Then there was a moment of silence. Marines raised their rifles at the doors, ready to unleash a fury of lead into their foe. The doors then swung open. Survivors began to poor out, they ran towards the Marines, obstructing their view of the infected close behind them.

One by one as the infected exited the train, they began to slowly make their way to the platform. Blood dripped from their open wounds and mouths as they limped by. All but one of the survivors were clear of the kill zone, it was a mint green unicorn mare. Blood stained her white T-shirt and turquoise pants. She was struggling to walk, her right leg had a visible gash, blood slid down her leg soaking her fur with a crimson red mark. She reached her arms out towards Jenkins. She then collapsed onto the floor, she lifted her head and spoke. "H-help me... Please."

Jenkins frowned and raised his rifle. "Marines! OPEN FIRE!!" With those three words 1st and 2nd platoon began to unleash hell on the infected. Their 5.56mm rounds tore through the infected lines, blood and flesh we sprayed over the platform. Limbs were shot off, head exploded and sent brain matter flying everywhere. Celestia, Luna, Discord and the others watched in horror as the infected were cut down by the Marines.

The mare had her hands over her ears and was curled up in a ball, Jenkins began to navigate his way through the corpses firing his rifle in semiautomatic. He then grabbed the unicorn by the collar and began to drag her back towards the defensive line. She struggled at first but soon passed out due to exhaustion. "Cover the Major!" Shouted a Marine Lieutenant. Even when the Marines began to pump out more lead, more and more infected poured out the train.

"Vulture 1-1, Vulture 1-2!" Shouted Jenkins over the Radio. "Hit the train!"

"Copy that sir! Engaging targets!" Replied Vulture 1-1. The Apaches's 30mm cannon fixed itself onto the train cars. And with one pull of the trigger it left a sound forever burned into everyone's mind.

RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT

Round after round was sent into the train demolishing the insides. Infected still on board exploded into a bloody mess as the sheer force of the round tore through their bodies. Not to mention the fragmentation of their HEDP and HEI rounds. Within seconds after firing the roof of several train cars collapsed, crushing any of the infected inside. The Marines finished off the remaining infected outside the train.

Minutes passed as the shooting stopped, nothing but torn, bleeding bodies lay before them. Jenkins ejected his empty mag and slid a fresh one in before racking the bolt back. He looked behind him and saw all the ponies lay on the ground covering their ears. Jenkins walked up towards Celestia, his boots crunching bullet casings. Celestia poked her head up, only to see Jenkins bloody boots.

"I-is it over?" Questioned Celestia in a shaky voice.

"Yes Ma'am." Replied Jenkins. "Might wanna call the clean up crew."

"That was very... exhilarating Major." Commented Luna, while cleaning herself up.

Jenkins chuckled. "All in a days work Ma'am." Jenkins and several other Marines began helping up the others. Before they could view the scene before them, they were immediately lead out of the station. Jenkins walked back towards the mint green mare. "Medic, how is she?"

"She's stable for now sir." Answered the medic. "Apart from her gash, she doesn't have any visible cuts, bruises or bit marks. She's clean sir."

"Very good, check on the-" Jenkins was cut off as the green mare began to stir. She then opened her eyes slightly. "Hey there." She then went wide eyed and began to thrash around, both the medic and Jenkins restrained her. "Woah! Easy there Ma'am, just calm down alright." She shot a glare at Jenkins, her breathing was heavy and here eyes were bloodshot red. She then began to stabilize her breathing and leaned against Jenkins.

"W-where am I?" Questioned the unicorn in a soft voice. "What happened?"

"You're currently at Canterlot station." Answered Jenkins. "You're safe now don't worry. Whats your name?"

"Lyra, Lyra Heartstings."

"Alright Lyra, we're US Marines and we're here to help." Smiled Jenkins

"Wheres Bon-Bon?" Asked Lyra as she began to panic. "Bon-Bon!"

"Easy there Ma'am, who is Bon-Bon?" Lyra began to struggle against his grip. "Who is Bon-Bon?"

"She's my friend, we were both on the train during the evacuation."

"I'm sure she's alright-"

"Major!" Shouted a Marine Sergeant. "We still have infected!"

"How Many Sergeant?"

"One sir. However it's behaving erratically."

"What do you mean?" Jenkins began to stare down the Sergeant. The Sergeant gulped and continued.

"Most if not all infected are slow, however this one is more active." Jenkins raised his eyebrow. "Just take a look sir." Jenkins stood up and made his way towards the defensive line. Each Marine had their weapons trained on it, waiting for the order to blast it into bits. The Sergeant was correct, it was behaving erratically. It seemed more aware of its surroundings, it twitched at the sudden sound of noise. Before Jenkins gave the order to engage he was cut off by Lyra.

"BON-BON!"

"Bon-Bon its me! Its Lyra!" Sobbed Lyra as she fought against the medic's grip. "Bon-Bon... Please snap out of it."

Bon-Bon, or rather whats left of her, adjusted her attention to Lyra. She took a step forward but crumpled towards the floor. "BON-BON!" Lyra elbowed the medic in the face causing him to lose his grip on her. Lyra sprinted towards Bon-Bon but was tackled by two other Marines. The commotion caught the attention of Bon-Bon. "Get off me!" Shouted Lyra. "Bon-Bon don't worry, I'm coming!"

Bon-Bon slowly got back up, blood dripped from her mouth and bite mark. Steady walks turned into jogs, But before anyone could get a shot off Bon-Bon broke into a sprint. Jenkins and several other Marines raised their rifles and began to fire. Round after round whizzed passed Bon-Bon, as soon as she was within a couple meters off of Jenkins, she pounced.

POW!

A bullet ripped through the air and impacted Bon-Bon mid jump. With the sudden hit, she fell back first onto the platform. She got back up and resumed her sprint but only to have her left leg shot clean off.

POW!

Jenkins looked behind him to see who shot the two rounds. None of the Marines even had their rifle raised after the first. Jenkins soon caught sight of sniper team one. He gave a two fingered salute. Lyra continued to struggle against the Marines grip, but to no avail. Lyra proceeded to cry even more. Only her sobbing and the roar of the gunships could be heard.

Bon-Bon struggled to get up, with every attempt she would always fall back down face first and let out a groan. Urbani walked up to Jenkins.
"Sir, you know what you have to do. "

"I know." Jenkins slowly walked up towards Bon- Bon, each step seemed to echo through his mind. Jenkins unholstered his pistol, switched off the safety and chambered a bullet. He slowly raised his arm up and aimed at Bon-Bon, Jenkins looked back at Lyra. Tears soaked her fur as she watched in vain, unable to do anything. Jenkins sighed and looked back at Bon-Bon. Her cloudy eyes bore into his, she clawed at Jenkins feet only to fall short a few inches.

"Please... Forgive me." Murmured Jenkins before pulling the trigger.