I wipe the blood off of my machete and grab my 9mm handgun off of the floor.
'They're getting smarter.... The invisabitch swatted the pistol out of my hand.... Like it had learnt from it's past killings.' I think to myself as I look over the mixture of dead bodies of humans and Specimens.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a clot shudder on the floor. I immediately walk over to it and take a second to look on it's face. It's face besides being mutilated and bloody also shows signs of pain.
"Well then. I got just the thing to help you with that." I say with a smirk.
The clot looks towards me and tries to grab me only to be stopped when I stomp on its head with all my might causing it to shatter into small fragments held together by flesh.
"HEEELP! AH MY COAT IS RUINED!" A woman's scream echoes through the streets.
'Survivors?! Holy Fuck I gotta get over there!' I think to myself as I sprint down the road I'm currently standing in.
Damaged, burning buildings surround me as I sprint down the road occasionally shooting specimens that got too close for comfort.
"Rarity we've got to get out of here!" A high pitched voice squeaks.
'I'm so close!' I think as I push myself to go faster.
I jump over a curb and land on the sidewalk as I grab a lamppost and use it to help me turn around a corner. In front of me is a large group of clots numbering around twenty. I aim my 9mm at the closest clot and pull the trigger spraying the clot in front of it in it's blood.
"What was that?!" A woman's voice shouts in surprise.
"Rarity I'm scared." A high pitched voice squeaks.
I take aim at the next clot and shoot it in the chest causing it to stumble before regaining it's balance and turning around. I then shoot it again this time in the head causing it's head to explode.
"Sweetie whatever it is it's stopping them!" The feminine voice says happily. "A bit brutishly, but it's stopping them!"
"HELP!" The high pitched voice shouts.
"I'm coming just hold still!" I shout as I shoot another clot in the head causing the rest of them to turn around.
'Well fuck.' I think to myself.
I pull the trigger again only for it to click signifying an empty magazine. I click the clip release button letting the magazine fall to the ground as I grab the last magazine out of my pocket.
'Last clip. 15 bullets 18 enemies. I'll save the ammo and use the machete.' I think to myself as I holster the 9mm.
I pull out the machete and use my arms length to cut at their arms while keeping them out of grabbing range. After about five minutes of cutting at their arms I finally manage to cut off all of their arms and some of their heads leaving only 14 left trying to either bite me or head butt me.
"Sweetie I don't think it's here to save us anymore." The woman's voice says with a gulp.
"No! I'm here to get you to safety and away from the freaks!" I shout over the grunt of a clot as it tries to head butt me.
I swing the machete as hard as possible taking it's head clean off of it's neck.
"Just let me get rid of the huggers and I'll be right there!" I shout as I chop off of another clots head.
-10 minutes later-
'1 left.' I think to myself as I jump forward and ram the machete through the clots head spearing it to the end of the machete, I then kick the clot off of the end of the machete causing a scraping sound to be heard as the blade slides out from between both halves of it's skull.
I look to where the voices where to see two ponies one with a coat and a purple mane and a shorter one with a white coat and pink and purple mane,
"I must have been hearing things.... Fuck me man I was so fucking certain this time!" I shout as I kick the clot I had just finished killing. "I guess I could use you guys to carry some of my supplies around."
"Absolutely not! I will not carry any thing of yours!" The same woman's voice shouts again.
"Where the fuck is that voice coming from?! I keep hearing it!" I shout as I kick the body 3 more times.
"Stop kicking it! It's dead already!" The pitch voice shouts.
I look towards the ponies.
"Did you just talk?" I ask as I adjust the balaclava that covers the bottom half of my face.
"Yes I just talked. Why wouldn't I?" The white pony with a white mane asks.
"So they experimented on animals? Okay then. I guess you guys where just leading the horde eh? A distraction specimen.... Okay. A specimen is always an enemy." I say as I flick the blood off of the machete and spin the handle in my hand.
"I am no specimen! I'm a lady! And you shall treat me as such!" The white pony with a white mane says angrily.
"They gave you personalities and a gender as well? Doesn't matter. A specimen is always an enemy." I repeat as I take a step forward.
"No wait! We're not 'Specimens' or whatever you called them! We're ponies! From Ponyville!" The little one shouts in a panic.
"Wait.... What?" I ask as I stop dead in my tracks.
"Yeah we're from Ponyville! The town where the elements of harmony live!" The little one says with a overjoyed look on her face.
"You mean.... You're actually.... Rarity and Sweetie Belle?" I ask as I take a step back.
"YEAH!" Sweetie Belle squeaks.
"Fuck me hard I had no idea you guys existed.... AWESOME! Haahahhhahaha! Fucking AWESOME! Wait a minute.... Does that mean.... Holy Fuck Silver Spoon must exist! FUCK YES! HAHAHAHA! Oh wait fuck I gotta save her!" I shout as I put my machete back in it's holder nd grab my 9mm.
"Actually monkey creature thing it's just me and Rarity here.... Nopony else came." Sweetie Belle says.
"Well fuck.... Ah well second and third best pony are here so that's good enough for me! I'm so fucking happy right now dude this is mind blowing!" I shout.
"I still can't get over the fact that you guys actually exist." I say as I take a seat on top of one of the dead clots and holster my 9mm and unholster my machete.
"I terribly hope you don't mind me asking but what are you?" Rarity asks as she finds a spot on the floor not covered in blood or a dead body and sits down in it.
"I've been wondering that as well." Sweetie Belle asks as she sits next to her sister.
"Well.... I'm a human. I guess the best way to help you to understand would be that we're like the manticores on your planet. That's about as close as I can get I guess...." I say as I scratch my forehead with my machete.
"Are you sure it's wise to do that with the sword?" Rarity asks.
"Nah it's good. I've got enough scars that if I cut myself it'll blend right in." I answer with a light chuckle.
"It's not that, you could get dirty!" Rarity exclaims.
"I forgot that you like to be clean and fashionable.... Welcome to your worst nightmare I guess then Rares...." I say as I adjust my face bandana again.
"Rares? And my worst nightmare? I guess you're correct there." Rarity shudders as she sees a splatter of blood on her right front hoof.
"Come on. Let's get you both cleaned up and to somewhere safe for now." I say as I stand up and holster the machete.
I hold my hand out for Rarity to take.
"Why thank you.... Urm.... What's your name?" Rarity asks.
"My Name? It's been three years I've kinda forgotten it.... I guess you could call me DJ Katawa.... Dj, Deej or Katawa it's up to you." I say as spot a single clot start walking towards us from the corner I originally ran around.
I take out my machete and wipe the old blood onto my sleeve then prepare to attack. I stand with my legs slightly apart and with my side facing towards the clot as I hold my machete out ready to stab. The clot stumbles towards me at a quite fast speed. I slowly pull my arm across my chest pressing the machete against my other shoulder preparing to swing it.
The clot then turns around only to be melted by acid.
'What the fuck....' I think to myself as I lower the machete from shock.
In front of the screaming clot stands a bloat, a huge bloated corpse of a human that is filled with a deadly type of acid and in it's hand is a bloodied meat cleaver. This bloat was special though, it had a huge gash across its face.
"Welcome back sick bag. I see you missed me. Don't go worrying though..... I sure as fuck missed you.... Missed you enough that you didn't explode you big boom mother fucker." I say with a smirk on my face which is covered by the bandana.
The bloat growls then waddles towards me. I hold the machete with a tighter grip.
"I'm not gonna use my pistol to kill you, you oversized, overweight asshole. I wanna be nice and close when I decapitate you." I say as I lift the machete back up and aim a little higher to where it's easier to cut it's throat.
The bloat then stops in front of me then bends slightly backwards. I swing the machete forward and into the top half of it's face leaving a huge gash that causes the bloat to flinch slightly and release it's acid before it could aim at me.
"Missed me you ugly fucker." I chuckle.
The bloat then leans forwards trying to release it's acid on me.
"Even I know it takes time for you to throw up again you idiot." I say as I bring the machete down as hard as possible into it's neck causing it to go straight through it, decapitating the bloat.
The bloat collapses to the ground followed shortly by it's head as it lands next to the body it once controlled.
"Dj what did you mean by you missed it?" Sweetie Belle asks.
"I'll tell you another time, but for now we gotta get you mares of the streets and into a building." I answer as I take a second to look around at some of the buildings around us.
I notice a building that looks fine from the outside except that all points of entry are boarded up.
"Rarity you beautiful mare, think you could use your magic to remove the boards?" I ask.
"Well. Just because you said I was beautiful I'll open the door." Rarity answers happily as she struts towards the door causing me to facepalm.
I then see the nails that are holding the boards in place glow a faint blue and start to leave the boards that in turn then start to glow a faint blue and are then lowered to the ground.
"Rarity I'd kiss you right now but we have more important matters then me thanking you with a mouth hug." I say as I pick up Sweetie Belle and rush inside follow by a blushing Rarity.
Inside the house is an average sized hallway that leads to a living room and a staircase. I put down Sweetie Belle and then head inside the living room. Inside the living room is a dirty and trashed white painted room with a sofa that has a broken leg and a chair that is missing its cushion.
"Get comfortable girls, I'm gonna go check out the kitchen for supplies." I say getting a nod from both of them as they look around the room and at the damaged seats.
"Right. Let's hope there's food." I mumble to myself.
