The Conversion Bureau: Fleeing the unknown

Chapters

On the highway to hell
Stasis genetics
The overused escape ends
One lives
Bleeding all the way to Cherries
The world's most powerful weapon: the bitch-slap
Gas the revelations
Escaping the violence
The new group
How long has it been?

On the highway to hell

Gill's small truck hummed along the surprisingly empty streets of the plains, giving the man time to ponder about the things that had just transgressed. In actually, his truck wasn't exactly "small". It just wasn't pulling anything, so it appeared small for the most part. Tapping his head whilst leaving his elbows on the wheel, the human began to think out loud:

"Okay, okay! Recap. Um...I went into the stasis tube yesterday, or, at least it feels like yesterday. What did the AI say? Oh right! I've been frozen for thirty years...How much have things changed? I'm attacked by apparently sentient...err...MORE sentient pony creatures who can apparently modify the dna and physical structure of a human being and turn it into one of theirs *shudder* Is there an error in the matrix? Ummm..what else is there to note?"

A blue pegasus had managed to hang onto the door on the driver's side of the car and was doing its best to lift up the gun attached to its foreleg. Gill, just concentrated on the road, opened his door slightly, and once the pegasus put its hoof forward, slammed the door, causing it to have a broken hoof and fall off. The human mimicked a very deep voice when he said:

"R-r-r-roadkill! Now then...ummm...full tank of gas...trucks usually have a tiny compartment in the back for sleeping, and this one seems to be a Machback 2014 with integrated security, which will allow me to sleep in my tiny compartment in peace. If this is a post-apocalyptic era, then maybe these 'bit' things are pointless. I wonder what they look like."

Gill, looked back to the road and then to the bag at quick intervals before finally unzipping the damn thing on the passenger seat and opening the brown bag inside of it. It was filled to the brim with gold coins.

"Woah! Wait...gold coins? When are we? The classical antiquity? How the hell am I supposed to use this shit? What am I going to do? What if I'm the last human being left? What if there are evil bears everywhere too? So much crap. Hm? That looks like an abandoned gas-station. I'll pull over and see if I can't find something to eat there."

The behemoth of a vehicle pulled up to the station. And, indeed, something strange had occurred there that bothered Gill. Not only was the price for gas at an incredible low, the door of the shop was wide open and the place seemed covered in cobwebs and dust. The tanks of the station were apparently still full, so Gill put one of the pumps into the gas tank of the truck, and the the sucker rip. He went inside of the station shop carefully, just peeking his head around the corner.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

The interior of this place was a mess, but there seemed to be a good amount of food and water left on the shelves.

"Hmm. Ooo! Meat, chips. I'll have to save the chips for later. Not too health. FUCKTONS of water and sodas, some salad...is this stuff even still good? Oh. Wait. They did say they were bio-engineering consumables to last longer...Let's see if that's true. I'll pick up this bag of dried ham and see the date. Pumpumpum...WHERE ARE THE DA-oh. IT says that it's still good 'til twenty forty-seven." There was a silent pause as Gill tried to understand. "I'm going to assume that this place has been recently abandoned. Welp. I'm going to put everything in the truck."

Thus, the truck was stock-piled with much needed food resources for this apocalypse. The only thing missing was a shotgun and some ammo. However, just before leaving, Gill saw some newspapers lying about, and picked one up. It dated from two thousand thirty-seven.

"Let's see here...Ponyfication has been going smoothly...The HLR-dah! The HLF have been spotted near Sunny Rocks and ten ponies have been reported to have gone missing..." the man lowered the newspaper and adorned a strange expression. "What the hell kind of name is 'Sunny Rocks'? Might as well call a city 'Lizard Lick'. Ahahahahoh wait... WHat else is here? Um. What? Humans are now no more than a measely ten million."

The paper flopped heavily on the floor as Tammerheight began to shake.

"Oh god...And everyone is getting 'ponified'? What's going on?! Maybe there's something else?"

Gill began to rummage through the large amount of paper left on the floor, only to stand ack up in disappointment.

"Hm. Well, nothing I can do now. I wonder if there are any CDs left here. AHA!"

The human had begun fumbling behind the counter that had seen better days, and found an old cd that was heavily scratched, but still had some manner of functioning.

"Welp. Let's hope that this thing can still play at least one song. Oh crap! Gotta go!"

The man hurried to the bathroom in a most amusing dance, and finally came out with a look of great satisfaction on his face. Why should one not enjoy the smaller pleasures of life now that the apocalypse hath fallen? Gill kicked the pump off and put it back in place, then seated himself and, with a roar of the engine, the truck took off. It took some time, but Tammerheight finally remembered that he had a cd on the "car counter".

"Oh yeah! I forgot. In you go."

The first few songs were all busted up, and their followers weren't any better. Only one songmanaged to work, somewhat fortunately.

"Hm? Hey! I know this song! I didn't think it would still exist after all this time. Nahnah! I'm on a highway to hell! Dahdahdah...GUITAR SOLO! ...ONCE AGAIN!"

All along his trip, Gill continued to play that same song again and again and again. He did seem to start worrying after noticing the lack of vehicles on the streets.

"What's going on? I know this is a lost hole in the middle of nowhere, but, last time I checked...oh...right. Dammit, what the hell is going on? And why am I cursing so much? So. Many. Mysteries. Left. Unsolved!" he whined as he slammed his fist against the car counter. "*deep gasp* I really hope I'm getting closer to a city no-aha! In the distance, there be land! Forward!"

The truck burst off with increased speed as the night began to set in.

The closer the truck got, the darker the world became Gill stopped in front of what looked like another store...but it seemed very different somehow. Either way, he decided to camp in that spot to sleep. The city seemed so huge with its tall sky-scrapers and other absurdities, but, all that was gone when he woke up. Pushing on a button underneath the steering wheel activated the security system of the Machback, causing small frames of metal to lower themselves over the doors and windows.

"*sigh* Peace and quiet." Gill said as he tried to force himself a passage to the bed in the back of his truck. He sunk right into it and quickly dozed off, reassured by the fact that this was an actual bed and not the stasis tube.

The man didn't remember his dream, but he did wake up with a comfortable stretch and the sounds of talking outside.

"Humans? Good. Then that newspaper was lying about us going extinct. I'll just...HNNNNGH! Get out of this, and push the button." Gill painfully stretched really far and finally reached the red button under the steering wheel- "YES! Got it. Uh-oh. Ah!" -only to fall shortly after his success. "Oh man. Hngh! Ah. There we go. Back on the seeaaaa..."

He was met with tons of colorful ponies gathered around his truck. An elderly red pony on knocked on his door, to which he opened said door and stared at the pony with a gaping wide jaw.

"Sir, I must ask you to move this...polluting vehicle at once. It is obstructing access to the store."

"..."

"S-sir? Are you alright?"

"...bwAAAAH! MORE OF THOSE DEMON PONIES! GET THE HELL AWY FROM ME! YOU AREN'T FORCING ME TO DRINK THAT POTION!"

"What? We aren't demons. Calm do- Don't try and kick me!"

Gill slammed the door shut and revved on the truck, just to slowly bolt away afterwards and disappear around the corner.

"I thought I was at San José. This looks more like San Poné. Oh dear god! They're everywhere! I need to get back home...If I still own it, that is."

It took awhile, but Tammerheight finally arrived in the "neighborhood, yo!", and quickly found his average house. It seemed inhabited, so he parked in front of it.

"What in the world?" he said as he jumped out of his truck and walked towards the house, only to knock violently on it.

"Hold on. I'm coming."

The door opened up, and Gill's face of anger turned to one of confusion as he scratched. " 'Coulda sworn I heard a voice."

"Down here."spoke a mare. She was orange with a vanilla mane and tail, and a cutie mark that looked like a honey drop.

"AH!"

"What? Oh! You're a human, no doubt. We don't see your species much now. What do you need?"

"Why are you in my house?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me!" the human waltzed right in." I bought this house on the third of April in two thousand and twelve. Why are you here?"

"I'm sorry bought, this house has been vacant for over thirty years. Plus, you look too young to have bought it in two thousand twelve."

"Uhhh. I can explain that....But you wouldn't believe me."

"Honey, what's going o...Who are you?" a rather bulky green stallion with a green mane walked into the living room.

"Gill Tammerheight. The owner of this house."

"And what proof do you have?"

"I...Shit. I left the deeds to the house in a large black safe in my room." Gill facepalmed. "And now they're gone."

"Well, I have the deeds right there. We bought it some time ago."

"May I?"

"Certainly. Just to further disprove you."

The stallion was a unicorn, so levitating the deeds to Gill was no real problem. The man started to mumble what was written on the paper, before lowering the paper while shaking, and revealing how pale he had become.

"So...I lost my house?"

"I guess so."

"Eheh." Gill fell to the floor, literally shaking up the entire house."

"WOAH!" the mare yelped.

The two were about to ask Gill to leave, but he had such a strange expression on his face. It was like a sudden realization, mixed with desperation and absence.

"Are you...going to be alright?" the unicorn asked.

"Maybe. No. I don't know! I was frozen in a stasis tube for THIRTY YEARS! Time has definitely not helped me."

"Wait...a stasis tube? I recall reading in a magazine saying that the project was canceled after a test failed horribly. It was reported that the subject had perished." the mare said.

"Dead? I guess so. All I have left is that truck I took from the facility and a bag of bits. That sounds so corny." Gill slumped even further on the ground. "I heard you noticed that I was a human. Am I a mythological creature now?"

"Not at all. There are still a few humans around. In fact, we were once human, too."

"WHAT?!" Gill shouted while clutching his head.

"Well.Yeah. We wanted a better and easier life, so we opted for this."

"Good god. You abandoned your humanity for some paltry gifts? *sigh* Is there any place with humans around here?"

The mare put a hoof to her chin and started o tap it gently as she tied to remember something.

"I know a place. It's the Cemis gymnasium. Until a place is found for them, the humans stay there."

"Will you be willing to take me there?"

"Of course. I think you said something about a truck?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll wait for you there."

The stallion cautiously moved away from the human and proceeded towards the truck with utmost haste. Gill was in utter shock and was barely hanging on to his sanity.

"Are you going to be alright? There are other humans there. They'll tell you all about what transgressed while you were in that tube."

"It's alright." Gill tapped the mare on her shoulder. "I'll manage eventually. Have a nice, ponified life."

That was the last thing Gill said for the remainder of his time with the ponies. Even the trip with the stallion proved itself as nothing but silence flew through the air as the truck passed by several houses with its inhabitants peeping out to see what the source of the commotion was. Once inside the tall city, a few rounding of corners and avoiding the passing ponies was all that the man paid attention to until he saw the massive gymnasium with many people going in and a few coming out.

"Here we are." the stallion announced as he gestured towards the line being blocked and controlled by some security teams...made of ponies of course.

"Thanks for the tour. You need me to drive you back?" Gill offered tiredly. He had enough.

"No. I'm fine. I'll walk back. I need the exercise."

"Oh. Okay. Thanks again."

The stallion hopped difficultly out of the truck and started to walk away while Gill parked his truck, sighed, and slammed his head on the steering wheel. He took his bag out and locked the door to the truck, while being sure to enable the security. With one last sigh, Gill presented himself to the security passage. When he finally arrived, he crocked an eyebrow to the sight of three white ponies wearing blue uniforms.

"Agh...I'll never get used to this."

"What was that?"

"I said I'll never get used to this."

"Used to waiting? Yeah. I understand."

"What? No. I meant-"

"ID and registration."

"I don't have them anymore. Being stuck in a stasis tube for thirty years does that to you."

"Riiiiight. Just get in. We'll find something to do with you later."

" 'Kay. Thank you."

Gill slowly walked into the gigantic sports center with a very depressed look. The sight he saw was very shocking, but he barely reacted. There were tons of people everywhere, with tents and the like pitched up here and there. Gill just walked up the seats until he reached the top, where he placed his bag on the floor and sat down, contemplating the carnage.

"Welp. Now I know what the Native Americans felt during te conquest and what the Jews felt during World War 2. Heh. A lesson learned. Welp, I better get used to this. I'm just hoping those jackasses from before aren't going to bother me again."

Meanwhile, outside the gymnasium, the security was verifying another false identity card.

"No, sir. You can't get in with a false ID."

"But you let that other guy in. Why won't you-"

The man was cut-off by a massive explosion within the building. It was followed by coughing and cries of agony as a pinkish-purple wave of gas flew out of the streets and onto the humans and ponies, making the humans fall to the ground or begin to have epileptic seizures. What had exactly happened?

Stasis genetics

The gas spread everywhere around the gymnasium like the black plague of the fore years, and emergency teams were being sent to help the victims. A few humans crawled out of the gym, Gill being among them. They were all coughing horribly and terribly, and seemed to be in terrible pains. And, after a few moments, the humans fell to the ground, signaling the morphing. There were colts and fillies around the area, and the adults were hard pressed to grab them and cover their eyes and ears. All the humans were beginning to transform...all, but one. Gill was still on his knees. He was coughing tremendously and felt like he was about to vomit, but the magma never exited the cone of the volcano. After finally getting a hold of himself, the man stood back up, although in a bit of pain.

"Agh. That gas tastes horrible and burns like the gas used to knock you out during surgical operations. Ow." Gill said as he stretched a bit. While twisting his head, he saw his fellow humans morphing into ponies. This is when he started to panic. "AAAAHHH!" he turned to face the other ponies who were staring at him in confusion. "You did this! Get the hell away from me!" he shouted as he pointed at every single figure in the crowd.

One of the security guards stepped forward. "How. How is it possible. How are you still a human?"

"Huh? Oh wait...you must be one of those psychos from the facility. Take this!" Gill shouted as he punted the security pony away. He then ran back towards his truck and unlocked the security on it and hopped inside. "You'll never turn me into one of you. Never! Get away! Leave me alone!"

The massive vehicle roared as it took off for the exits of the city. Some other security folk saw what happened and tried to catch Gill by flying near his truck or by creating blocking and using magic to hold the metal beast down, but to no avail. It just continued to charge out of the city in a big panic and expelling of gasses, with its driver as white as Celestia. He wouldn't stop, but this left quite an impression on those that saw that he didn't transform.

Back at the gymnasium, some members of the HLF had arrived with gas masks to see what had happened and saw the whole thing.

"Dude. Did you see that? He didn't change. Not one bit. Nothing. How the hell is that even possible? He was right at the center of the explosion! I saw him waltz out of there in the same way those others did."

There were emergency evacuation ponies outside of the gymnasium and taking those that had just finished transformation to the hospital, and the two humans were hiding behind a house while guards had arrived and receiving information from the security ponies.

"Hm. He might have an immunization. We need to tell the bossman. This could help us if he joined us in our fight against the PER. Besides, bossman is scary as fuck. If we give him this information-"

"Then he won't yell at us like he always does. Let's go!"

The two humans disappeared back into the shadows before a unicorn came by to see what the two strange shadows were. The pair went towards a long-since-closed restaurant whose door and windows were boarded up, and that had somehow sunk into the ground, and knocked on the door, opening yet another one underneath the two and sliding them all the way into the base of operations of the HLF. This placed was packed with people wearing diverse clothes and armor. There were several filters everywhere, and a few couches strewn about here and there while plants provided more fresh air than needed. Some were watching the T.V., others were watching old movies, while many more just talked together or were playing around. The room that the pair went into was filled wih computers, maps, heavily armed and armored soldiers, and the big boss.

"Hey, big boss. We got something real swell to tell you."

"Like how you failed to stop the bomb at the gymnasium?"

The big boss was the cliché of the rough rebel. His hair was blond, but it was short cut, and his eyes looked like ice. The blue was just the bright. He had a scar running from his head, with a few scars here and there on the rest of his cranium. Likely the effect of a shrapnel grenade. He wore a military costume, with heavy, ice-blue armor. He was known as the "Snowman". He took out a massive knife that could be considered a sword, from his belt, and slammed it on the wooden table, making one of the members who was the reading the map on it begin to curse and attempt to pull out the knife.

"Do to your stupidity, the human race has shrunk even more, and you cretins are about to devolve once I'm done beating the shit out of you."

"AAAAIT! This is important!"

"Hmph." the man lowered his fist and began to flex and crack every bone in his body. "You have one chance. If it is good enough, then I won't rip your arms off and shoe them up each other's ass."

The pair looked at each other in horror, although this was difficult to notice through their gas masks.

"Um...well..."

"We saw one of the victims...um, crawl out of the stadium and...well..."

"What is it? He exploded? Immediately turned into a pony?"

"Well...that's just it. He DIDN'T morph into a pony."

All activities went silent and every turned to stare at the pair, who started to shrink in nervousness.

"What do you mean by 'he didn't morph'?"

"We don't get it either, big boss. He was in the gymnasium, right in the center of the explosion, and he crawled out coughing with a few others."

"He even seemed to be in extreme pain."

"But, when the others started to morph, he just stood back up and coughed a bit more before screaming and accusing the ponies at the spot to be responsible for the calamity."

"Heheh. Then he kicked one o them away before boosting out of the city on a truck."

"WHAT?!" Snowman grabbed the two idiots by their neck-collars and lift them above the ground. "WHAT KIND OF TRUCK WAS IT?!"

"I-I-i think it w-was a blue M-Machback t-t-twenty fourteen. OOMF!" Snowman dropped them on the floor and smiled.

"Yes. Finally! If we can have him join our ranks, then we can extract a bit of his dna and create immunizations for the rest of us."

"Hell, we might even be able to create potions to reverse what has happened to fellow humans and deal with those damn PLR without worrying about shots from that damn potion." one of the heavily armored characters said.

"That's a great idea! You two." Snowman whipped back with a malicious frown on his face. "You know what he looks like and what his truck looks like perfectly. You will go with our scout teams and try and convince him to join our ranks. If you don't manage to convince him, force is always a useful alternative."

"Yes, sir!" the two shouted in synchronization after standing back up.

"Good. I'll prepare the team you'll be in and get the resources ready. Now get the HELL over to the operations room or I'll tear your brains out of your skulls and use THOSE to look for my information."

"Ahhh! Yes big boss!"

The idiots quickly scurried out of the room as three others came in with a tied-up green pony sporting a flashy vanilla mane and tail.

"Sir. We caught this member of the PLR."

"Hmph."

"You'll never get away with this. The PLR will ponify you in no time!"

"Anything you can tell us about your operations here?"

"No."

Snowman turned around and put his hands behind his back as he contemplated the possibilities. After a long moment of silence, he turned around with a gun in his and shot the pony right between the eyes at point-blank range.

"Peuh. He wouldn't have spoken anyways. Take this little shit away and put it in the meat-grinder for the dogs."

The road to get out of town was a long one, and, despite his insane amount of foods and drinks stocked in the truck, Gill needed a beer. He found, near the outskirts of the city, an old trucker's restaurant. He stopped near it, locked up his truck, and walked into the old fashioned place. Looking around, he was soothed by the sight of other humans here. The gas on him had long since dissipated, and the server was a weird old lady chewing gum, as per the traditional appearance f the lady taking the orders from the truckers.

"What'll it be?"

"Ya got any beer?"

"No. But we have a very powerful coffee. Whadda ya say?"

Gill passed his hand through his roughed up hair. His 'coif' had been torn apart by the insane amount of stress he bore in only just to days.

"Yes. Please. Thank you."

"That'll be two bits."

"Um...here you go." he said as he passed over two gold coins. "By the lord almighty. I'll never get used to this?"

"What's the matter?" a female voice said on the human's left.

"Nothing that you would believe."

"Try me."

"Fine. I was frozen in a stasis tube back in two thousand fifteen, and now I awoke just two days ago due to an error. My parents are certainly dead, my friends were killed in some weird accident, and the second I get out of the chamber, some weird PER assholes try and turn me into a pony! I just went into a gymnasium not two hours ago, to find a place, and the thing exploded with a weird gas that started to mutate everyone." Gill's voice started to crack as he held his head with his two hands and began to shake in fear and powerlessness. "I was the only one who didn't transform."

Luckily for Gill, the surrounding sounds prevented what he said from reaching further than his tiny area of dialogue.

"What? But...that's impossible! Even if you had pony dna, you should've become one of us! That stuff is magical."

"I don't believe in magic. I just believe in what is proven to me. And right now, I can't believe what is going on. What happened to this world? Why are ponies everywhere? Why are humans so reluctant to give away their past? Their bodies?! I'll never understand."

The man began to sob as he put his face between his hands. The person next to him put her hand on his arm and pushed it down.

"Hey now. It's alright. Maybe some of your friends are still around? Thirty years doesn't kill anypony by age."

"Thanks. I...Did you just say 'anypony'?"

Gill's heart began to race as he looked to his left and saw a purple mare looking at him kindly. Everything about her was purple. Her eyes were a deep astral purple, her coat was a silky dark purple, and her mane and tail looked like comfortable, overlapping layers of a wine purple. Her cutie mark, on the other hand, was a heart with a drop of blood dripping from it.

"AAAAAH!" he screamed as he fell of the stool and slid back against the wall further away. He was utterly terrified, and this caught the attention of everyone in the mini-restaurant.

"Wh-what's wrong?"

"Y-y-you're a pony? L-like all the others. Y-y-you're gonna turn me into one of you! St-stay away."

"What?! I wouldn't do something like that!" The purple unicorn mare jumped down he stool and started to walk towards Gill. Every clop on the ground seemed like tank was approaching the man, and that everything would end in seconds. "It's a choice you make. Not something you force on others."

"Yeah right. And then you're going to catch me off guard and stab me in the back with that purple substance that smells of ass, and my bones will crack in awful pains and others. Then I'll be reformed. Never a human again Never know the pleasures of having fingers again. Never being human." Gill began to shake terribly, so much that the windows on the wall behind him began to tremble slightly as well.

In fact, Gill was so panicked and mumbling the things that scared him so much, that he wasn't paying attention to the environment around him, and the mare took this opportunity to hug him and begin to hum a soothing tune, one that made the others tired and nearly pass out, but Gill, he was panicking too much, so the effect didn't happen right away as hoped. The unicorn continued, and started to rock the human gently from side to side. After about fifteen minutes, Gill began to calm down, but still continued to mumble, albeit almost quietly.

"There we go. See? I'm not going to hurt you You just need to see the world as it has become. You're just a bit lost."

"N-no. You're just trying to trick me."

"What can I do to gain your trust?"

"Nothing!"

"There has to be something!"

Suddenly, some ponies with a some fire-arms busted into the restaurant and aimed at everyone. It was the PER. A red mare stepped up.

"Alright, humans! Step up, and this will g painlessly. YOU there. Step aside."

"But, 's in a trauma. You can't just-"

The unicorn was tossed aside by another in the group, and held her down further away from the human.

"No! Leave him alone! You can't! He'll never recover."

"Then it'll be one less human to pollute the planet." the red mare said as she aimed for Gill's leg.

*tching* It hit him square in the arm. The mare backed away, expecting the obvious, but it didn't happen. She frowned a bit as she eyed the human in every part of his being.

"Must've been empty. Here's another."

It hit again, and again, nothing happened.

"Im...Impossible!"

"OW! The hell? What're you doing, shootin' people in the arm. Yeow! That hurts."

Gill pulled the darts out his arm. These ones weren't like the bullets from the facility. No. They were meant for quick morphing.

"Wait a minute...do I know you?"

"Y-you should. We're the the PER."

"PE...OH NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY!"

"HEY WATCH-"

The mare was picked up and thrown through a window, before Gill body slammed the other unsuspecting PER members. Instinctively, he picked up the purple mare without paying attention and ran back to his truck. He tossed the mare into his food pile and set the truck ablaze with speed, determined to get as far away from that place as possible. The chase was on, and the man got an unexpected companion simply out of fear. He accidentally dragged her along. How would this trip across da states fare?

The overused escape ends

"Huh? What? Was it all a dream?"

Gill wasn't aware of it at first, but he was trapped in a glass tube, with shadowed beings outside twisting nobs, pretending like they were doing something. He was stuck between tight, grey walls, that didn't seem intent on releasing their captor, and his capsule was preventing him from escaping.

"Where am I? Let me out! I've got to get away!"

"Get away from what?" one of those spoke with a cold snare.

"From the ponies. They want to turn me into one of them!"

"You mean, one of us?" the shadowy figure revealed itself to be the same character who tried to force the potion down Gill's throat at the facility.

"N-no. No! It can't be. I got away from you. I was in my truck. How?"

"Simple. You are just a filthy human. A defect along the evolutionary path of nature. While humanity may be part of nature, there are some things that must be destroyed to save the rest of the planet."

The pegasus went towards a lever next to a wide variety of machines where the other ponies worked on.

"What are you doing? Don't pull that!"

"Too late. You shall become one of us whether you like it or not."

He pulled the lever, and the sound of hissing above Gill indicated that he was about to be a victim of the "Ponyfication" he dreaded so much. A little pink and purple cloud slithered its way towards Fill, who tried to get as low as possible in his container. When that failed, he zipped a black jacket he had been wearing and used it to filter his breathing to some extent. The human began to beat on the glass, and started to see it crack, but the pegasi shook his head and indicated a few commands in a nearby machine. The next punch that Gill gave the capsule resulted in a powerful electrical shock that caused him to take in a massive gasp of the gas. He fell to the ground, much to the laughter of the ponies around him. Cracks and crinkles spread throughout the air as Gill could not utter a word. After tremendous pain, which resulted in the reforming of bone, tissue, and nerves, the former man was on the ground and panting heavily. Just as he began to lift himself up, the capsule elevated itself and the ponies all mobbed to him and began to congratulate and welcome him.

"What did you do to me?"

"You are now a pony. Congratulations. Nobody but us will accept you now."

Gill had now become a dark blue pegasus with a mane and tail with a darker shade of blue traversed by stripes of white. His eyes had become wine red, and he found himself in a new room full of mirrors, where his new body tortured him everytime he turned around, and the cackling of the ponies only cemented his worst fears. With a silent yell, he punched one of the mirrors, and sent all the mirrors into a whirlwind of shards that quickly formed into a beacon of light at the end of this endless tunnel. He ran with all the strength that he could muster, and found himself in front of faceless versions of his family. Even though they had no face, Gill knew that they were his family, yet, they were much higher than him now.

"Mom, dad, it's me!"

"Who are you?" the father said.

"It's a pony. I'm sorry dear, but we have never met."

"But, but, I'm Gill! Don't you recognize me?" Gill gestured to his ponified body with his forelegs before falling down on his stomach with a painful thud.

"No you are not. You are a pony. Gill has been dead for quite a long time." the father spoke. "Go back to your own kind."

"But, I'm a human! This is my kind, and YOU'RE my family!"

"Come back, Gill. You are a pony. You will live with us, eternally."

Suddenly, the former human found himself on the floor and being dragged towards a contingent of pony giants as he tried to crawl back towards his family and the other humans. He looked behind himself and started to panic, as two giants, sheathed in shadow but basking in the light, lift themselves up above the other moving shadows. One's horn was a sun, while the other was a crescent moon. Both spread their wings wide and smiled, revealing their mouths full of fangs. With one fell swoop, they lowered themselves to Gill who screamed.

*slap*

"OW! What the?"

The truck had apparently crashed into a butcher's shop, one that had long since closed, and was smoking. It wasn't damaged, but it wasn't now that it would start driving again. Apparently, the purple unicorn had slapped him awake. She looked furious, and her mane was all roughed up. Gill had been knocked out on the wheel.

"Would it be too much to ask to know what happened?"

"Those PLR brutes caught sight of you and charged after us. The unicorns used some weird magic to push your truck into the building here. They thought you were dead, so they left. Now, more importantly, WHAT AM I DOING HERE?!"

"I don't know! Why'd you follow me?"

"What? I didn't follow you! You grabbed me and threw me in your food pile."

"Oh yeah." Gill said as he adorned a plain expression on his face. The mare stuttered in anger.

"That's it? You ponynap me, through in a pile of food, get atttacked by a terrorist organization, and the best you can say is 'oh yeah'."

"Pretty much. I have a weird way of thinking straightforward, so I can't exactly come up with great plans. I guess that, when they came up, I kinda panicked and ran to the truck while grabbing the thing nearest to me instinctively."

The unicorn struggled to get out of the ruined foods and drinks. She used her magic to keep herself free from filth. Waltzing next to Gill, she wiggled her rear in his face unvoluntarily as she tried to get out of the truck. This made Gill laugh, especially so seeing as he was being tickled by her tail.

"What's so funny."

"You're shaking your ass in my face. It's pretty funny where I'm sitting."

Suddenly, the unicorn mare slammed her derriére onto the seat and turned red.

"What do you think you're doing? Pervert!"

"Pervert? We are two different species. You might be a female, but it will be a cold day in hell until I find you attractive."

Gill crossed his arms and looked smugly at the mare, who looked angry.

"What, so I'm not good enough for you?"

"That is not a question I'm answering, and if you want to get out, it's by pushing da button on da door over thar."

"What bu- Oh." a small click resounded through the truck as the unicorn unlocked the door. "Eheh."

"So, what's your name? Francine?"

"What? No. It's Heart Drop."

"Seriously?" Gill said with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yeah. You've got a problem with it?"

"It sounds like an pet's name."

"Hmph! And what is yours?"

"Gill Tammerheight. It is British." the man shouted proudly as he smashed a fist against his chest. "And I embrace my heritage of the Queen's proud land."

"That name is still stupid."

"Better than being called 'Chocolate Dip' or whatever."

"Yaddayadda. Let's get out of this mess you've gotten me in."

The two hopped out of the smoking metal carcass and made for the exterior of the building. Nobody was around, strangely, and both scanned the area to see that this section of the city was utterly desert, save for the few hundred humans living there.

"A ghetto?" the two thought out loud.

"Well that's just great. I hope you're happy." Heart Drop fumed as she stomped the ground, but was confused when seeing Gill smiling and "holdin' his britches".

"Yes. Yes I am. I wasn't ponified, and I'm alive."

"But you're still in the same city." Heart smirked while Gill's arms dropped to his sides.

"Fuck. You're right. Hngh." Gill started to panic again.

"Why are you so afraid of becoming a pony?"

"For obvious reasons! There's already the thumbs, then there's the height, then there's my past. My race is human, not pony. I want to keep what was given to me."

"I see...Let's find a way out of here. I'm sending you to a psychiatric hospital."

"Like hell you are!" Gill ran for it, with the unicorn mare chasing after him.

"Get back here!"

Some people who were discussing subjects, or doing whatnot, were caught off guard by the sight of a man screaming while flailing his arms in the air while a small purple unicorn, barely as high as his hips, was chasing furiously after him.

Meanwhile, a group from the HLF caught wind of the existence of a PER base on the other side of the city. Snowman was the leader, and every person was wearing black uniforms covering their entire bodies, save for the snowman who wore a bright blue. He, and five other humans were lying down on a hillside near the entrance of the pony base, disguised under the guise of a rather large home. Three ponies were in front of the building and talking to eachother about their thoughts on the gas.
With a grunt, Snowman took out some binoculars to see what they were doing precisely, and if any other witnesses were around to see the events that would unfold. One of the soldiers whispered to his leader:

"Sir, what is the plan again?"

"Kill all PER members and destroy their cache of gas and potion."

"Are we to take prisoners?"

"No. Kill them all, quietly."

"Understood."

The man in bright blue armor gestured to a far away building and used his pointing finger to tap the ground twice while pointing downwards. In a flash, the three ponies were on the ground, holes gaping through their heads. The other humans then came out of hiding and entered the building, while three hid the bodies. There were twenty soldiers in total. Each wore a uniform and carried an assault rifle, while Snowman carried his trusted spas-12. There was nothing in the house, but the boss knew better. He went into the kitchen and stomped hard on the floor, breaking off a massive piece of floor board and revealing a secret passage.

"Boss, how did you-?"

"They always use the same tricks. Filthy fuckin' ponies. You three, plant the explosives around the exits. When the tunnel explosions start, they'll try and run out. Then BOOM!"

The three troops saluted their boss and proceeded to do as told, while said boss man went down the solid stone steps of grey with the rest. While most would be unfamiliar with how a pony base would be established, there was still quite a bit of technology left, and the PER were using it to their leisure. Televisions in rather large rooms, an area where the foods were stored, a few chained up humans being dragged through a do-What?

"What the? They're going to ponify them!" one of the soldiers whispered angrily.

"Let's kill them!"

"Hold on. Put on your masks."

"The mustard gas?"

"The mustard gas."

The soldiers each put their gas masks on, and, one by one, strapped the leather to their heads, indicated by a silent slapping noise. Each showed a thumbs up to indicate that they were ready. Once it was all confirmed, Snowman took out two yellow metal canisters, flick the pins, and tossed the 'nades into the pile. Two seconds later, and a wide explosion wracked the lower levels. It was quickly followed by a mass gushing of a yellow, noxious fume that started to intoxicate everypony there. The soldiers came out of their corner and walked calmly along the path as the ponies each died of toxic fumes. When the boss stopped at the electronic doors made of a fine metal, he gestured one of his mates to place an explosive on the door. Another explosion, and the mustard gas began to seep into the next rooms.

Instead of being brown and cramped, like the previous area, this one was white and etched with doorways. There were several pictures and colorful posters of Celestia and Luna all over the walls. Snowman spat on them, and continued through the almost jungle canopy due to the amount of plants everywhere. Whilst going to a room full of restraining tables and machinery made for injections and whatnot, Snowman heard some screams, and rounded the nearby corner, only to signal his troops to wait in place. After certainty, the "commando" dressed in a sky blue armor took out his little desert eagle, and peaked around the corner with a jagged knife that he had stashed in a hidden pocket. There were five people that were spotted, and four had already been ponified. Snowman's fury seeped inside of him as the last remaining woman screamed in fear and lashed about to become free of her restraints on the table that held her up at a rather curious angle.

The mechanical arm holding the needle full of potion twisted and whirred a few times as the blue pony with a grey mane and tail, wearing a whitecoat no less, messed around with the commands of the machine. This was too much, so the big boss charged out from his corner and grabbed the unicorn's head from behind. He then let his hands slide into its maw, so as to be able to stretch it until it suddenly snapped, blood and gurgling saliva filled the spot the unicorn now occupied as a grave. Cleaning his hands, the soldier was about to free the woman when he noticed that she was crying as the arm injected the last few drops of potion within her arm.

"Damnit. Well, I'll make sure you don't suffer the horrors of ponyfication." the soldier said as he armed his desert eagle and pressed it coldly against the forehead of the panicking woman. Every movement the gun made, her eyes would follow. When the bossman pulled the trigger back, the woman snapped.

"No, wait! Please! I don't want to be a pony, but I know that there'll be a cure in the future. I may turn into a pony now, but I'll do whatever you want me to do. I-I'll scrub the floors. Be a workhorse. I don't care. Just don't kill me while I still have an ounce of humanity left to retrieve.

There was a silent pause, and nothing but the darkness of the room served as a companion for the the two. Finally, the soldier removed his gun and freed the woman, who fell to the floor and began to morph, painfully. Snowman, however, shot the remaining four right between their eyes. The time he did that, the woman who was now a yellow mare with a turquoise mane and tail, but no horns or wings, layed unconcious upon the floor. Big Boss grunted and spat at the floor, only to heave the unconcious creature over his shoulder. The others soon arrived.

"SIr! We have found the cache of gassed potion, and have delievered our stock of incinerary rounds."

"Good. That will burn up the gas and prevent the explosion from spreading it everywhere. Let's go. The others will be coming from the other parts."

As they made a run for it, one soldier noticed the pony on Snowman's shoulder.

"Sir?"

"She clings onto her humanity and has offered menial services in exchange for a future antidote to this damnable product."

"I see, but the mustard gas is still in the halls that lead to the exit."

"Hmph."

Snowman took his mask off and placed it on the mare's face. Right before they entered the infested hallways, Big Boss took a deep inhale and ran towards the stairs with an increased vigor, and he was slowly followed by the others. The entire group his back on the hillside where Snowman and four other were previously observing the three, now dead, guards. One of the soldiers was shaking in anticipation as he held the remote for the explosives.

"Easy, Flyswatter. Not now. Wait for it...wait for it...incendiaries, now!"

Once again, a violent explosion rocked the land, and a huge crater formed behind the building as the earth exploded into a million pieces and spread itself across the nearby areas.

"Can I do this one now?"

"Sure. The snipers are there in case you do it too early."

"Oh boy!"

Bouncing bout impatiently, the second the ponies got into the frameworks of the doors, the explosives placed on the outer side of the building consumed their victims in an unholy fire of death. The house was now no more than a burning rubble that belched smoke as high as the eye could see.

"Let's go!"

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone ran away from their location and into hidden military transport vehicles camoflaughed nearby. They had an easy target this time, but future encounters would be more deadly.

"So, Big Boss, I think you'd be unhappy to know that the PER have killed that man we think was immune to the potion."

"What?!" Snowman growled.

"B-b-but, there have been some sightings that suggest otherwise. He's apparently in the ghetto. Crashed his truck, apparently. The ponies did it."

Bossman was about to strangle the two typical idiots of his part of the HLF movement, but then thought and said:

"Tell ya what. Go to the ghettoes. It's still your job to get to him before those fucking prick ponoes. If you fail." he started gingerly "I will tear the flesh from your bones and feed it to you two. Got it?"

"Y-y-y-y-y-yes s-s-sir!" the two were shaking like leaves in a hurricane.

One lives

After finally leaving the ghetto, the two arrived at the apartment of Heart Drop. It was extremely tall, and was made of an assortment of wood, brick, cement, and many other materials, giving it a rustic yet modern appearance. Several balconies balanced above the air, allowing the owner to relax in the sunlight if they so pleased. This was a block full of similar looking apartments, although the perfectly trimmed grass set a few apart from eachother. As the unicorn walked towards her own, Gill followed. This was met by irritation.

"Okay. We've gotten back to my house. You can go back to yours now."

"What? But I have no house! I don't even have a family znymore. Atleast, not that I know of...I'll help clean things! I can cook. I even have money in this bag to pay for rent."

"Really? Let me see that."

The man let the bag slide off his shoulders and rest on the ground. With a quiet zip, he pulled a bag out of another bag, and opened the bag to reveal, no, not another bag, but the beautiful golden sparkles of bits. Heart was enamored by the amount in there.

"This might be enough for, like, two years, I guess."

"Are you kidding me? that's enough to buy your own apartment!"

"I know, but-Wait, what?"

"Yeah! Where did you get so much...*gasp* You didn't steal this, did you?"

"What?! No! Why would I? I told you. I participated in an experiment that failed, and the engineers and scientists doubled the amount they would have normally payed, then changed everything into bits. That's a stupid name, by the way." Gill mumbled that last part.

"Hm. Fine. Only if you help around the house."

"I swear it on my proud British blood."

"That's a heavy swear. Come on, then. Hurry up."

"Before we go even further, on which floor do you live?"

"The second."

Gill sighed in relief. "Thank god. Climbing fifteen floors just isn't in me right now."

Heart giggled and left for her own part of the house mass. Her door had "23" engraved on it, and the door, compared to the others, seemed rather clean. However, the interior was someting else. The apartment wasn't too big, and there was garbage littered everywhere, horrifying the human that walked in. The kitchen, which could be seen from the entrance, was so horrid to look at that a description would induce chronic vomiting. As Gill stared at the horror with an open jaw, Heart Drop walked forward and gave Gill a nervous smile.

"Well, here you go. My house."

"..."

"You okay?"

Gill cracked his knuckles, his neck, and even his eye-lids, and, with a seriuos look, said: "It's time to start cleaning this shithole of a house! YOU! Fetch me cleaning suppliiiiies!" he commanded as he raised his hand into the air in a somewhat comical way. During the entire time he cleaned the appartment, Gill was singing a song he learned about awhile back. It may not have been perfect, but it helped him keep his morals up as he cleaned and washed the place. He also swore that he saw the food in the fridge starting to move on their own.

"How long have you come here?"

"Not often. I'm usually abroad."

"I can tell that. Yuck."

About two hours into cleaning the place, a knocking came across the door. Gill wiped his forehead while still wearing make-shift gloves.

"Now who could that be?"

He opened the door just as Heart screamed after collapsing a pile of garbage. There was a vanilla colored mare with a sapphire colored mare standing in front of him with a big smile and holding a book in her mouth. To many other humans, she would look adorable, but to Gill, who was in hell, she appeared to be "A Jehova's witness?"

"What?"

"Nothing. What do you need?"

"I heard that there was a human here, so I wanted to talk to you about Ponyfication."

Gill frowned. "Word goes around fast."

"Heh. We have good folks around. So, about po-"

"NNNOT interested!" Gill shouted with a wide smile.

The mare lookd horrified by how casually he shouted that. "B-b-but-"

"NNNNOPE!" He was hanging upside down on the door. "I'm a human. I was born a human. I will live as a human. And I will die as. A. Human. Tata!"

"But wai- *slam*"

"Heheheh."

"What was it?"

"Jehova's witnesses a-la pony."

"What?"

*knock knock*

"Ugh. What is it now? Hm?"

This time, there was a scruffy old pony that was holding the mare who seemed to be crying her tears out. The stallion of a worn out red, that almost seemed pink, looked up angrily at the human.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Hm?" Gill said with a wide grin and an upwards look. "I believe I am Gill Tammerheight. A human with a proud cultural heritage from two different countries. What's it to you?"

"You bastard. This is why I hate humans!"

"Yeah? Well it's your fault for trying to force me to drink that shit flavored beverage."

"What is your problem? We are just trying to make the world a better place! We just want to make sure every human gets into a better lifestyle."

"By doing what? Eliminating an entire race? I've been awake for pretty much three days now, and I can already see a pattern going on here. Humans are part of nature, whether you and I like it or not. Eliminating an entire race is eliminating nature in its whole, so whether you can deal with that or not is NOT my problem. Besides, I can do this."

Gill lowered himself and picked up the elderly stallion from under his forelegs and lift him high in the air.

"Look, ma. I dun found me one of dem small herses." the human said in a rather degrading town.

"Put me down this instant!"

"Fine."

"Ugh! You are very cruel. You'll hear from me!"

"I already am, and it's killing me! Is shutting up and going somewhere else so hard to do?"

"It was just to tell you about something great." the mare whined as she looked up to the human, having not moved from her spot.

Gill, being emotionally unstable as is, layed himself against the door frame and said:

"There exists a word in every human language that allows us to express our disapproval or refusal of something that we do not appreciate. It usually starts with 'n', but there are other instances. In english, that word is 'no'. So no, I do not want to hear about how you want to tear my beloved humanity away. Good day and goodluck."

The human slowly closed the door while waving goodbye at the shocked pony sitting in front of the door, and sighed in relief.

"Wow. You are mean." Heart said as she stayed under the garbage, unable to move.

"Yeah? Well I've been attacked twice by fanatics that have been trying to shoot me with their damn potion shit. It's a good thing that they don't check the expiration dates of their products, or I'd be in deep shit."

"About that...umm...could you help me out of this first?"

"Hm? OH! Sorry."

A few moments later

"Thank you. Now about the potion. It's magical, so it doesn't expire."

"What's your point?"

"The potion doesn't affect you. I used to be a human, but that potion turned me into one of them. Now, I'm not complaining, but every bureau that allowed humans to become pones drank that potion and, hence, became ponies. Not ONE had an immunity to it, nor did they have the capabilities to lengthen the time it took for the changes to start. Yet, somehow, YOU aren't affected by it. By MAGIC! I don't know how it's possible."

"Really? Cool. I'm Superman! But, that stuff certainly isn't magic. It must be some sort of chemical agent that alters the composition of the dna."

"Do you have ANY way to explain that?"

"That I'm Superman?"

"No! Not that. That the potion does not affect you."

Gill shook his head. "The only ones I know that could have explained it were all killed by the PER."

"Buck. That sucks."

"Wait...the message did say that there were a few who went to be ponified. They might be aged now, but they most certainly know what happened."

"So we leave my apartment, half-cleaned, with garbage on the floor, to go to the town hall and find the answer?"

"Pretty much."

It barely took Heart a moment before she nodded with a smile.

"Then let's go!"

Gill would have loved to travel around in his old truck, but nothing allowed him to do so. Especially seeing that it was destroyed, walking was the best alternative. Still, Gill's fears were coming fll circle as pretty much every pony would turn around to look at him, especially the little colts and fillies who had never seen a human before. Little comments were made by the children, but they weren't mean comments. They were mostly on how he was walking on two legs or how he could use fingers. Some even asked how they could get that tall themselves. Eventually; the man's nerves broke, and he need to hold someone. The closest person...err, pony, was Heart Drop, so he did like any sane man who was panicking. He picked her up and held her in his arms like she was a cat, despite her size.

"H-hey! Let me down."

"I need to hold someone. I'm terrified."

"So? You're a grown man. MAN UP!"

"It's not that easy! How would you react if there were almost no more of your kind, and you wake up in a thirty year gap where almost everyone you know is dead?"

"That's true. Still put..." Heart moved around a bit, trying to adjust herself. "Actually, this is pretty comfortable. Transport your queen, peon!"

"I will drop you and hold you upside down."

"Geez. No need to get so upset. I was just messing around."

"I'm having a panic attack, so don't try and do anything stupid, or I'll end up doing something completely irrationnal like before."

The unicorn cringed at that remark. What more idiocies was he capable of? When they finally arrived at the town hall, Gill awwed in the glory of its architecture. It looked like a building from the Roman Era. The gigantic white pillars seemed to have been masterfully crafted, while the flag hanging on a pole above the door demonstrated the power of the country it represented. Yet, something was off.

"What? What's with that flag? It's white with a sun on one side, and dark blue with a crescent moon on the other."

"Those are the symbols of the princesses. They-"

"I DON'T wanna know. Thank you."

"But-"

"No."

The man climbed the white stone stairway and entered the building. Right in front of him was a wooden desk with a receptionist. Everything had changed. No America, no bald eagle, but various things pertaining to some "Equestria" and other gibberish about the princesses. At the counter was a rather scrawny stallion with a mane coiffed back. He was hard at work, taking phone calls and actually writing with his mouth. Gill took a deep gulp and walked towards the counter with Heart in his arms. She was smiling wildly as she still didn't need to walk.

"Um. Excuse me."

The stallion stopped writing and looked upwards with a questioning expression, then got back to writing.

"The conversion bureau is down the street. I don't need to ask why you two lovers are different species, do I?"

"Lovers?"

"The mare you are holding in your arms."

"Oh. Woops. I forgot."

"Wait!*slam"

It took a few moments, but Gill's neurones finally connected, and he face palmed.

"Ahhh shit. Sorry about that, Heart. Let me help you up."

"Don't touch me."

"So touchy."

"Nyes. Why are you here? I'm very busy."

"I need to know if there are any scientists who worked at the "Aldale Factory" who could still be alive and in the city."

"Aldale? But that closed ten years ago."

"Then there's still hope. Please. This is very serious."

"*sigh*" The stallion started to tap his hoof against the desk." Okay. You're lucky I earned how to use computers, human. Let's see here...Aldale Factory...workers... There's about thirty of them still alive...but there are five of them in the city."

"How conveniant. Can I see? I should be able to recognize the names."

"Sure. Let me just turn the monitor around."

"Hmhmhm...There! Smith Halls...now know as...Cho-Chocolate Dip? Oh my god! Really?! You ponies have no imagination in naming. He is a few blocks away from here...in the cherry boulevard...house two thirty-five. Well, thanks alot for that. Atleast this didn't take ten hours."

"Glad to help. Have a nice day."

"Well, that was...new."

"See? Not all of us are mean."

"Perhaps, but I still don't trust the majority of you."

In the distance, there were five watching Gill from a distance, with the two idiots being part of the group. Each had binoculars.

"There. That's him."

"Are you two sure?" a woman asked.

"Positive. Oh great. He's with a pony."

"Yes. That purple one."

Four of the group turned to one of the "normal" individuals who was drooling like some buffoon.

"Purrrple...I like purple."

"Someone slap him."

"I prefer to punch him"

*whack*

"OW! What did you...oh...I got hypnotized by bright purple again?"

The other four sighed and went back to observations. However, there were pegasi flying at extremely high speeds around the corner and were holding some rather menacing weapons.

"Oh shit! The PER! Crap...with so many bullets, even he would be ponified."

And, to the horror of many passing ponies, the man was shot, not with darts, but bullets this time. The perpetrators wore both masks and black circles around their cutie-marks, so as to not be recognized. Gill fell to the floor while Heart began to cry out for him. Much to the surprise of the surrounding ponies who were watching and awaiting the transformation, nothing occured, except for intense bleeding and pain. From the distance, the five humans couldn't hear the unicorn, but they could atleast figure out what she was saying. She was crying out for help. A few heeded, and helped to carry Gill, who was leaving traces of red on the ground, to the hospital. The group was stunned.

"Amazing." the woman said.

"How is this even possible?"

"We don't know. We saw him walk out of the stadium unharmed, but he just seems to have an immunity to the potion."

"YOU!" the woman pointed towards a tired looking man who was observing a photo he took. "Is that a picture of the man?"

"Yeah. I took it to remember him as a human. I guess it will be more useful to Snowman."

"Good. Let's head out."

Bleeding all the way to Cherries

The hospital was full of ponies and a few humans, and each and every one needed something, obviously. From the blocked entrances to the filled hallways, one could wonder what the seven-story tall building could have that made it so special. However, amidst the bickering and talking, a human on a rolling hospital bed had several apparel on him with several doctors trying to stabilize his condition as they rolled towards the emergency room.. He was shot in several dangerous places, and he was bleeding both red and purple.

"Celestiadamnit! Stabilize him! He won't have long."

"I've been applying pressure and extracting the bullets, doc! No need to get all pissy."

"Shut up and pass me a blood packet."

"Here."

"What is he bleeding? It looks like blood and...some weird purple thing. Do all humans have this?" a dimwitted nurse asked as she followed the bed.

"No, you half-beaten mule." Gill forced himself to say through the air-mask.

"It's the pony potion." Heart said with a very worried look on her face.

The entire crew stopped in their tracks, endangering Gill for a few seconds, but got back to theirselves and continued to ER.

"B-but...that's not-"

"I know. We've been over it a few times already."

"Wow. We need to analyze him to see how he isn't affected by the potion."

"We already found somepony who could help."

Gill exhaled a bit of air as he mocked the word the purple unicorn used.

"You're dying and still find the energy to mock me."

Gill shrugged weakly in response.

"So, miss...?"

"Heart Drop."

"Yes. Well. What is the name of this fellow? Perhaps he could enlighten us on the situation." The doctor said.

He wore a green coat as well as strange glasses that hid his eyes. He was a pale orange, but had a hot pink mane and tail that seemed light and frothy.

"His name is Chocolate Dip. He lives at the cherry boulevard in house two thirty-five."

Gill looked up, weakly, in surprise.

"Yes. I have a great memory." the mare flaunted her own ego.

"Then we'll call him. As for you, you'll have to stay in the waiting room. Perhaps this 'Chocolate Dip' will manage to bring light to this mystery of resistance."

It had been several hours that Gill was in the emergency room. Even though she just met him, and he provided with some...special events to participate in, Heart couldn't help but feel pity for a man long past his own time. The room she was in was very large, housing, easily, two hundred ponies, if not for all the equipment and chairs everywhere. It was a nasty looking vanilla colored room, but it got the job done. As Heart continued to think to herself, allowing her tail to sway gently back and forth, a brown pony with a dark brown mane and tail had just entered. Even his eyes were brown, although a more "bronze" color by comparison. He looked around nervously, then continued to one of the receptionists. Heart overheard him asking where a certain Gill Tammerheight was, so she bounced up and initiated communication protocols:

"Excuse me, sir, but are you Chocolate Dip?"

"Yes. I am." he said as he turned around. "Why? Who might you be?"

"Heart Drop. Your friend is in the emergency room."

"What?!" he started to show symptoms of chronic depression.

"About that. He is no longer in ER. He was recently moved to room fifty-three. It's near the ER. Just ask the doctors."

"Oh. Okay. Thank you." His heartbeat obviously went down by the looks of it.

"I'll get you to the ER, where Gill is."

"Alright. Let's go."

Along the way, a few questions wracked Chocolate's thoughts, so he had to lay them to rest.

"So...how do you know Gill?"

"Let's just say that he dragged me into a situation that I don't like."

"Yeah. He doesn't really think things through."

"So I noticed."

"And what about his prescence here. When did he wake up and what happened to him?"

"He told me that he woke up, two or three days ago. I dunno. As for why he is in the emergency hospital room, he got shot by the PER."

"What? They didn't use the potion this time?"

"Uhhh...I'll let you see for yourself." Heart got the shifty-eye syndrome.

"Oh...then I'll have to comfort him in his new form?"

"About that...ah! Excuse me doctor."

"MMyyeeesssss?"

"Woah. Creepy. Where is room fifty-three?"

"Down the haaaaaallllll to the riiiiiiight."

"O...kaaaay. Thank you."

"Any tiiiiiiime."

Shaking their heads, the duo of ponies did as told, avoiding the few humans and ponies attached to the medical staffs used to keep the bags full of water and other medical necessities upright. There it was, finally. A white door with a black thirty-five etched on it. They slowly opened it, only to see that Gill was irritated by the doctors trying to figure out what was wrong with his blood. The room wasn't much. A bed. Two windows on the right, and a bathroom near the entrance. One of the two doctors noticed the ponies entering and immediately ran towards them. She had a type of blue afro, despite being jungle green.

"Excuse me, but unless you're Chocolate Dip, you cannot enter."

"Then I can pass. MOVE ASIDE!"

The mare immediately jumped away at the yell of the earth pony. Gill smiled.

"I know that voice. It's loud-mouth smithy!"

"Don't call me that."

"SMITHY!" Gill insisted as he stood upright with a huge smile, only to look emotionless after seeing how small his friend got. "Oh. So, chocolate chip cookie, how have you been? You look old."

"It's Chocolate Dip, and of course I look old! I'm fifty! But look what happened to you, and what's with your blood. What is that purple stuff. It looks vaguely familiar."

"It should." the afro doctor replied. "That is ponyfication potion."

Chocolate just stared at the blood that was a mixture of red and purple.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"So you called me here to run ome tests on him?"

"Yes."

"Then I need several samples of his blood, and a laboratory to work at. My syringue cutie-mark isn't just for show."

The doctors showed him the way to the lab while the nurses tended to Gill. Once again, a long period of waiting had occured. It was pretty much night now, letting the stars twinkle in sparkle in all their beauty and glory...which certainly meant that most were dead for several years now. Not so stunning now, are they? Chocolate Dip came back inside Gill's room, where he had fallen asleep with Heart on his stomach. They were both snoring...loudly.

"Wake up." the earth pony said as he slammed his documents on the nearby small table, scaring the two awake.
Gill just stared at Heart in an irritated manner.

"Why are you lying down on my stomach?"

"..."

"Besides your sleeping shares, get what I discovered, Gill."

"Time travel?"

"Even if, you'd still have to deal with what we dealt with while you were asleep. No. It's about your immunity."

"What about it?"

"It seems that the products that we used to freeze your body, and keep your cells from degenerating, slowly seeped into said cells and, somehow, 'froze' them as well. We had never expected an error to occur, so we couldn't have dealt with that."

"You mean, I'm like Captain America."

"You and your comics. Shouldn't you be 'Captain England'?"

"That sounds more logical. So I won't age?"

"Not externally, but you will still age and die eventually."

"Cool. Eternal youth!"

"Not cool. Even if you're face doesn't change, you'll still get the symptoms of an old man."

"Oh." Gill dropped his arms from their heighten perch.

"Yeah. However, there is something else. Even if your cells froze, you sould still be affected by the potion. I mean, after all, it's magical, so it should have unfrozen your cells and morphed both your appearance and dna."

"What are you saying?"

"I left the lab ten years before I learned of the attack on there, and I knew that our friends were going to use the AI to watch over you. I wonder if it didn't use alternative methods of conservation, such as molecular restructuring, or nerve route coverings."

"How would covering the nerves help me?"

"I'm just spewing out nonsense here."

"Ah."

"So you're suggesting that you should both go back to the facility?"

"Yes."

"But...Gill. Didn't you flee because the PER were there?"

"Ya. I know the way, but my truck is all destroyed, and it would take days to walk there."

"Hmph."Chocolate smugly lift his nose.

"What?"

"While I was still human, I learned from my mother about engineering work. Yes. My mother. My father was the nerd, and my mother was the brute. I think I'll be able to help you with fixing your truck, if it isn't too banged up. We'll have to deal with you waiting here for the time being. The doctors need to check that everything else is in order, then you can leave."

"Ugh. Fine."

The three finished up their little meeting by speaking of more personal things until the doctor came in to take the two guests away. Gill sighed to himself and went back to thinking about how he would live in this world.

In a gravelly roadway in the clouded and humid countryside, layed the corpses of brutally beaten PER members. Another thump upon Gaia's skin indicated tht another had perished. This one had its horn broken off and shoved somewhere else in the head.

The last pony remaining was being held aloft by a single arm of Snowman. This black and red pony was bruised up horribly, and his wings were all mangled and shattered. As he gasped and panted for air, the soul-destroying eyes of the big boss stared at him.

"So, why did you shoot at all those humans in the street?"

"T-to purify the Earth."

"Wrong answer!" the pony was punched in the face with a rather sized stone. "What else do you have planned?"

"That is our business...not...not yours."

"Tasers."

"W-wait!"

The two other humans were already letting the cow-prods crackle like thunder as the eyes of the beaten pony just stared at said objects.

"We...we were..."

"Tell me, and you won't die slowly and painfully anymore."

"Okay. There's a hospital in the city, Seltzer's Peak. We we're going to find all the human patients and inject them with the potion, right into the medical packets."

Snowman dropped the beatn pony on the ground, who wailed in pain. Quickly and quietly, the humans turned around and walked away. Watching these fearsome beings, the stallion dragged himself away from them using his only non-broken leg. As the humans walked down the steep, gravely path sided by dead trees, Snowman stopped suddenly.

"Ah. Hold on." he said as he took out his gun and loaded it with a pull-back.

A loud bang echoed through the death-ridden air, and the stallion was dead. A shot to the head despite the distance.

"I said that he wouldn't die slowly and painfully. I keep my promises."

"That's harsh, boss. So, do we go to the hospital?"

"What choice do we have? Hurry up."

The world's most powerful weapon: the bitch-slap

It was the dark night. The sky glittererd with the billion little twinkles that looked like miniature diamonds, while the night itself let its colp grip hang firmly upon the world. It was unusually cold for spring, and the only sounds outside were those of the occasionnal hoof hitting the ground, or the flapping wings of the nightguard...and Gill's surprising lung capacity for snoring. He was snoring so loud that everybody in the surrounding areas had to plug their ears. Despite what could be considered a tranquil night, if one excludes the sound of a train wrecking, there was something sinister going on in the human wing of the hospital. The muffled sound of hooves going into each room, followed by a quick exit into the next room, gave an aura of evil intentions and corruption to fill the corridor Gill was in.Eventually, the culprits arrived into his room. It was a doctor holding a syringue in his mouth. It was full of some strange purple stuff. As the doctor reached for the bags letting their nourishing flow into Gill's body, said human awoke.

"What?"

"Shi-tzu. I'm just here for a check-up. I nneed to place this anasthetic in this sack to help you...sleep and prevent your pains from arising." the stallion said as he let his foreleg swing around.

"Okay. G'night." Gill immediately fell back to sleep, leaving the pony baffled and scratching the back of his head.

"Wow. What an idiot. A soon-to-be-pony idiot. Heheheh."

The doctor quickly scampered outside as Gill fell back to sleep due to the sleeping medicine mixed with the potion. There were six ponies dressed in dark clothing.

"Okay, everypony here?"

"Yeah." shouted a very deep voice.

At the only exit of the corridor, stood Snowman holding a prototype handheld, rapid-firing railgun, while the two heavily armored folks to his left and right both held a G36, and an M39, respectively.

"What the? A human?"

"Boss. We're too late."

"Not at all." Snowman smiled as he spat out a bone he was chewing on, shocking the ponies.

"You eat meat? Barbarians!" a mare shouted.

"Says you. I've run out of pony bones."

The two humans flanking Snowman chuckled, while the ponies started to quiver.

"IT'S TIME FOR SOME MORE MEAT OF EQUIDAE!"

Gill was hearing in fuzzy noises. The sounds were coming from outside. There were sounds of crying, and cursing, and so on and so forth coming from the other side of the door.

"Oh dear god! What's happened to me!" a female voice shouted.

"I'm a winged pony! Why? I was a human. This is all YOUR fault."

Gill stood up, his head pounding. He made sure nothing happened to him by checking his hands.

"One...two...five...potato...My hurt brains." derpaherp.

"Be calm. He hasn't woken up yet, so be very calm. Sir." a doctor came in while slowly opening the door.

"Ja?"

"We came to s..."

"What?"

The three at the door just stared at the man, then looked at the needle planted in one of the transparent cables, then back at the man. The doctor from the other day came in and told Gill that he could go. He did notice that the human was still under the sleeping agents, as noticed by his "Is there an officer, problem?" attitude. Helping the human to walk, albeit tipsy, the two got out of the room, but not before the pony turned around and spoke to his co-workers:

"I'll explain everything when I come back."

Gill was a zombie, and he couldn't understand the complaints of those...colorful giraffes. Trippy be he. It wasn't until the zombie reached the first floor of teh hospital that Heart slapped him powerfully on the head. The man put a hand to his cheek, but he wasn't himself yet, so Chocolate took advantage of the situation and punched him in the gut while laughing.

"Owwww. Why would you do that?"

"Aww. You're yourself again." Chocolate complained.

"Yeah. Let's go."

"What happened here?" Heart asked as she looked around to ponies in panic.

"Dunno. I was sleeping. Can we please get back to the truck. It's a long walk, and I don't want to have to deal with a long walk during the night again."

"Fine." Chocolate rolled his eyes.

It took a few hours, but the group finally arrived at the ghetto. The truck did not move from its place, nor did it get dismantled or scavenged by the nearby humans. Chocolate took a peek at the engine, and rubbed his head.

"It's a good thing I took this box with me." he said as he dropped a red box from his side.

"What? I didn't see that. Where did it come from."

"From somewhere." the stallion said with shift eyes.

While Heart Drop and Gill started talking about their good and bad times, a huge human flanked by creepy looking triplets had been following them since they left the hospital. The triplets looked depressing, and their emo haircuts that flopped over their faces didn't help. They were, however, very smart, and they could hold a pretty good amount of ammo. These women were a bit thin, however. The giant, a bald man, was, surprisingly, despite his stature and massive muscle mass, quite smart as well.Unlike the triplets, however, he held a gatling gun on his back as well as extra-thick body armor. The four had taken a resting at a nearby café, and were drinking calmly.

"Hey, Bear."

"What?"

"Why do we have to wait here? Why can't we get him now and kill those other two ponies?"

"They're just disgusting equidae."

"And we don't need them."

"I will never get used to you three talking one after the other as if you had one mind."

The triplets giggled.

"What was I saying? Ah, right. He's going somewhere, and we need to see where. He was panicking every time he saw a pony, so I'm going to assume that he was probably captured. They are certainly going to take him to their hideout. Just in case, we have several other members hiding in the black and blue."

"Ah. Soooo..."

"We wait and see-"

"-What will happen?"

"Bear" stared at the three looking at him, with a questioning look.

"Yes."

"Great."

Chocolate was mostly blackened at the end of the repairs, but the truck roared once again, and Heart cleaned the stallion off with her magic. Gill went into the vehicle and cleaned out the now bad food. When he took off, both Heart and Chocolate got scared. They had forgotten about how it was like to ride in a car or truck. What the three didn't notice, was the black humvee following behind. It was driving slowly, and was just barely out of sight. More hours of driving led to the appearance of the factory in the distance.

"Ahhhh. I remember that place. I remember pranking Elisa into drinking concentrated spice liquids. Pahaha! She literally drank all the milk in the facility."

"What's that?" Heart said as she leaned over the car counter.

In front of the gates were two ponies watching the surrounding area. Gill grabbed the clutch and squinted.

"It's roadkill."

"What?!" the other two ponies screamed.

The truck took off with full speed before starting to slow down. The two guards saw the truck and opened fire, only to be punched away by the nose of the metal monster. With satisfaction, Gill turned his car and entered the facility. Chocolate seemed to have already gotten over the dilemma while Heart was still traumatized. Being so short, the human had to help the two get off the truck and place them gently on the ground.

"You make me want to hug you both because you're so small." Gill said to his friend with a nudge on his head.

"Shut up."

"HEY! Are you crazy? What did you do?" a pegasi shouted as she went towards the flattened corpses of the two victims.

"There! It's a human. He's...you again? Oh, just wait 'til our boss comes ou-"

"I'm here." a familiar pony said as he walked up with a gun. "Well, well. Come to become a pony?"

"I-"

"There's no point in trying to kill us. We're more numerous than you."

"But-"

"And, since you just knocked away the two from before, we'll-"

After the chain of interruptions, Gill back-handed the stallion with so much anger and strength, that said pony flung far away while wailing and holding onto his cheek, dragging the attention of the others towards him.

"You dumbshit. I said I only came back for the chamber. Yeesh." Gill rolled his eyes as he started to walk forward.

Mumblings began as everypony removed themselves from the group's passing, allowing them to continue into the facility. However, Gill stopped one he got stabbed in the arm with a potion-poisoned dart. It was a little colt that did it, and he was laughing as evily as possible. His laughter soon went away as the human just plucked out the dart, flicked it away, and continued his path. The three had a clear way to the stasis room, and Gill wanted some answers.

Gas the revelations

Gill was very angry. He had grown tired and frustrated with the strange happenings around him, and now that he knew that he had an unnatural and unique resistance to a magical product, he was using at to his advantage. Everypony around was already disturbed enough that the same human from before had bitch-slapped their leader into oblivion, but he was immune to the effects of the potion. Surprisingly, despite Heart being disturbed by the surrounding armed ponies, Chocolate didn't care and just continued forward with a smirk on his face. Gill noticed as he jumped over the rubble and thought to himself:

"And no fucks were given that day."

"Ah. Here we are. Hm. The door is closed, and it seems that there have been several attempts to pry it open."

The stallion leaned over and pushed on a small red button situated on a panel next to the thick metal doors.

"AI. Confirm voice recognition and open this door."

Voice recognition confirmed.
Error.
Biological make-up is incorrect.
Error.
Voice identified as Smith Halls, but genetic make-up identified as equidae in nature.
Confirm attempts at voice module untilization.
Entry refused.

"Beaver dam! I forgot that they installed a dna scanner afterwards."

"Then what do we do now?" Heart asked.

"I don't know, but we should try and-"

Test subject identified.
Subject is confirmed and has been granted higher security clearance.
You may enter.

Gill just smiled as the huge doors screeched open. The human invited his friends inside the room with a bow and an arm gesture.

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up." Chocolate said as he angrily stomped into the room.

"I said nothing."

"Wow. This is where you were trapped for thirty years? It looks...nasty."

The stallion walked forward and started to type on an old board, and reactivated the lights. Several flickered and popped, while the rest remained on, which meant two or three. Chocolate started to talk to the ai while continuing to type on the boards of the machine, surprising Gill and making him wonder how that was possible without fingers.

"AI. Scan the test subject and analyse his dna."

Affirmative.

From the ceiling came several poles, each lined to the roof with green bulbs. They all lit up and scanned downwards towards Gill, but quickly returned into their place in the ceiling.

Analysis complete.
Report on basic genetic coding or deep genetic coding?

"Deep."

Analysis pending
...
...
...
ALERT!
Subject contains a mutation.
Mutation gives resistance to foreign substance.
Substance qualities observed previously in low levels within stasis chamber.

"Can you go more into detail?"

Affirmative.
Retreiving records.
...
...
Compilation analyzed, put into common, and completed.
After several errors occured throughout the facility, a gaseous product was released into the facility's ventilation systems. Filtration prevented mass quantities of the substance from entering the stasis chamber.
Biological analysis indicated restructurization of human tissue compounds within the facility.
Subject was exposed to small amounts of gaseous product. Product used to conserve the subject's body prevented any mutations or genetic restructurization. Thus, the subject's body has created an immunity to the gaseous substance.
ALERT!
Subject's mutation is unstable.
It is constantly evolving.
Whenever a new strand is introduced, the mutation evolves and gives immunity to previous generations as well as the current generation of what can be classed as a "virus".

"Virus?" Heart cursed under her breath.

Subject's altered gentic make-up can be extracted to be the basis of a cure.

An explosion rocked the facility, followed by gunshots. All three in the chamber turned around to look at the only exit of the room. There was a bald giant standing there, along with three strange looking girls.

"He's with ponies. Great." Bear rolled his eyes. "Girls, could you?"

"Of."

"Course."

"We."

"Can."

The three did some sort of somersault and chopped all three characters in the neck. While Gill and Chocolate fell to the floor, Heart didn't react, leaving her assaulter stupefied.

"What was that? A tickle? Or were you trying some sort of Vulcan nerve-pinch?"

"Vulcan what?"

"Oh great! Now the ponies even know about Star Trek. I'll deal with this."

Every step the Bear took shook the ground, and Heart started to dodge his punches, punches that nearly cracked the ground below the fist. Heart was blocked by two of the sisters at the door, and, while Heart slid a bit, the few seconds it took her to turn, allowed her to see a personal meeting with an enormous fist. She was knocked out.

Gill's head hurt, and he felt tied up, but he couldn't see anything. He knew he was being transported. There were voices outside of whatever dark pit he was in.

"Why did you knock him out? And why did you capture those two ponies? Killing them would've been more efficient."

"We noticed that he had some sort of relationship with these two. We thought that he might be unccoperative, so we'd use those two to prove to him that we're being wiped out."

"Bear, explain to me why you are one of the commanders of my establishment."

"Because I combine brains and brawn."

"Exactly. We don't care about the ponies. Whatever relationship they have with him, it has certainly poisoned our cure for future ponifications. Now take that bag off his head. He must be suffocating."

With a rough tug, Gill found himself in a room surrounded by humans wearing armor and holding firearms. A bald giant moved away from him with an uneasy look on his face and leaned against the windowed walls. It seemed that Gill had found himself in a type of office building area. He hated offices, especially cubicles, but he was soon taken out of his thoughts as the "Snowman" leaned on the table and stared at the human with a gaze so terrifying, that it could melt the skull of a demon if stared at for too long.

"Where am I?" Gill shouted. "Where are my friends?"

"The ponies? They were placed in our interrogation chambers."

"What do you mean by that?"

"That we are torturing them to get answers."

"You bastard! Let me go and I'll show you what happens." Gill started to try and free himself from his tied up position. Snowman just stood up, his serious face not having left his mug.

"You two." Snowman snapped his fingers. "Untie him."

"Yes, sir!"

Gill was confused at what was going on. Why were they untying him? Either way, that guy in front was about to get his ass kicked. Snowman stayed straight and hands behind his back, like a real soldier. However, Gill, like an idiot, charged head firt towards the imposing man in front of him, and quickly found himself bent over with a knee firmly in his stomah, only to be tossed onto the table and flop hard on the floor. The man got back up, shook his head, and grabbed a hair to strie the big boss with. This one simply blocked the chair with his arm protections, and struck Gill once in the stomach, then uppercutted said perso in the chin, throwing the man onto the floor.

"Are you done?" he asked.

"Ugh. You pack a mean punch. What do you want, exactly?"

"Just your blood."

"What do you mean?"

"If we can sample your blood, then we can create a cure to this damned ponyfication, and turn the tides against the PER."

"That would be helpful...but you should do it only to those who want it." Gill rubbed his chin.

"What the hell are you talking about? They've been striking us by surprise. Who is to say that your friends aren't part of that bastardized group?"

"So? I understand the fury you must be undergoing, but surely, it isn't enough to strike the innocents."

The troops around tensed up as Snowman punched the cement wall to his left, and created a small hole.

"This is a war of attrition. If we do not get what we can, then they must lose what they have and will obtain. Follow me."

Although confused, the man followed. Outside of the office, he could see that the place was rather cramped, and the colorations were mostly brown with the red light coming from the emergency lights. People were standing around, talking, watching T.V., cleaning or customizing their guns. Even kids were among them, and they didn't seem too kind. One thing seemed out of place. There was a brown mare on the floor with horribly mangled "hair". Or rather, a horribly mangled black mane and tail. She seemed malnourished and was cleaning the floor while everybody around kicked her when they passed by. She looked like she was going to burst into tears.

"You enslave ponies?" Gill asked, horrified.

"No. She willfully did this. She said that she would do whatever was needed to become a human again. You see, she was experimented on by the PER. They were trying some new potion that accelerated the ponification."

"Those bastards. I still don't think that she should endure this."

"It was her choice. Now look what we've been reduced to. A once proud race that dominated the planet, put under because of stupid, colorful mini-horses."

"I...I will..." the mare started to struggle as she held her head and tried to chase the bad thoughts away. The other humans looked at her with worry.

"She's startin' again."

"I..must serve...Cel...Cel...MAKE IT STOP! Make it stoooop! I don't want to become one of them. Help meeeee!"

The jumped out of place and held the pony that began to thrash about. Gill stared in horror while Snowman could care less and continued his path.

"Did I mention that the new potion introduced a new form of enslavement? It infects the nervous system of the victim and makes them subserviant to the princesses."

"...Okay."

"Hm?" Snowman wondered as he turned his head slightly.

"I'll give you my blood. Just don't do like the PER do."

"Excellent."

Just then, Gill heard a familiar scream. One that would show him a horrifying scenery that would scar him for a long time.

Escaping the violence

Sorry for the late update, but I can't stand heat, so the increase in said heat where I am is short-circuiting my brain.READERS, Y U NO COMMENT?

As Gill had his blood extracted from his body, those screams started to torment him even more.

"What are those screams? Are you torturing my friends?" he asked Snowman while staying in the patched up medical chair.

"No. Those are members of the PER. We caught them trying to drop gas bombs on us." the man turned to the doctor. "So, are we good?"

"Yyyyyes. Sssssshould I start isolating the gene to make the antidote?"

"Yes."

"Gggggggood. Yyyyyyou are free to go." the crouched man said to Gill.

"So...what do I do now?"

"You have two choices. Either you join on us and serve as a meat shield that can go deep into enemy territory, or you live your life. Although, the latter seems quite improbable, seeing what happened to you." Snowman looked over his shoulder to see that Gill was looking worried. "That's right. We did a bit of research on you."

"How much do you know?"

"What we need to know. Now then, what is your decision?"

A few minutes had passed, but Gill was still indecisive. This time, he was going to try and think, something he didn't excel at. He could join them and help with curing people like that poorly treated mare, but what says they won't really use it like PER do? He could try and live with Heart Drop...but he doesn't have a job, and he'd only be leaching off of her.

"BOSS!" a soldier ran towards Snowman, ruining Gill's concentration."Bear and the creepy twins have discovered some PER agents had planted some time bombs near the mall."

"Hm. They'll drown it and infect the water. Very impressive. You will have a few hours of thinking now. Nobody will be left here, but this place will be in lock down. There is only one exit, and the two heavily armed and armored folk next to you will be standing guard there."

"But you just said that the place would be abandoned."

"Oops. I guess I lied." Snowman mocked, rather seriously. "Don't do anything you'll regret while we're gone. Your corpse will still contain enough blood for analysis."

With that, the frightening leader and his troops all left the hidden base, letting the massive metal doors close with a resounding shriek. It was calm now. The only sounds were coming from the ventilation system. Gill sat against a wall and began to think. It had been half an hour already, but Gill couldn't decide. There were too many downsides. A whimper caught his attention. It was faint, but it seemed to eminate from the ventilation. The man stays silent, but he follows the sounds in each ventilation exit. The louder it became, the closer he was. Without paying attention, and because he was looking upwards, Gill slams against a very thick, gray door. He rubbed his nose in pain to see better. On the sides of the door were bright blue crevices in the wall. Most likely neons. The human pressed his ear against the door to be sure of something. Yes. The whimpers were coming from there. How would he open the door?

Gill looked around, but couldn't find anything. Then it hit him. This place was full of rebels, so weapons and explosives were always available. He just needed a blow-torch to melt the lock on the door. The man walked around the base, pushing boxes and other useless contraptions over. When he reached the supply room, the first thing he found was a blow-torch. Gill grabbed it and ran towards the door with the wimpering, determined to find out what was on the other side. With his eyes closed, Gill started to melt the lock of the door. Luckily for him, it worked on the first try, and he was able to easily open the door.

The inside of this place was very nasty and ugly. The walls and floor were damp with garbage and other sticky substances, while the ceiling seemed to be caving in. There were several "cages" nearby that used a primitive "Carboard shutout" imprisonment technology. They were simply orange barriers using an energy frequency to repel solid objects. They were discontinued when it was discovered that the copper contained in pennies could easily disrupt the frequency and shut the barrier down. Quite a few were active. The air was stale and corrupt, and the man had some troubles in breathing it. There were some strange objects lying against a wall. Gill knew what they were, but his mind refused the obvious, and he didn't recognize them.

The first cell held nothing but what looked like a dried up puddle of...something. The next had a piece of shirt attached to the wall with the words "Pony Lover!" branded onto them. It wasn't a sign of boasting. It was a negative labeling. The third also held nothing. Gill sighed in relief until he vomited after seeing the next cell. There was "PER" branded on the top of the cell. Without being too graphic, one could say that the victim was stapled in various manners against the wall, with bits and pieces hanging off. The human couldn't say anything, but, there was something in the next cell that he didn't like. It was that wo...that mare from before. The one turned pony. If she was so intent in becoming human again, why was she so poorly treated? One could only see bones and a remnant of skin on her body, just like earlier. She was breathing heavily. Instead of panicking, Gill put on the most bored and bland face face that immediately said: "You guys are stupid."

He took a penny from his pocket. It was his lucky penny, and it seemed like it had worked until now. Gill held it within two fingers, and extended his arm. With a buzz and a flicker, the barrier shut down, leaving the mare to twitch as she lift her head to see the next human in her cell.

"Again? But two of you already came and-"

"Woahwoahwoah. They did THAT?"

"What do you mean? You aren't here for-"

"Stop talking. I'm getting you out of here."

"But..."

"Please don't make me vomit a second time. I think my stomach is already empty. Is there anyone else?"

"A few, and two humans as well."

"What?"

"They were supporters of ponies and petitioned for an equal living. I'm sure you met the boss, so you must know how he is."

"Ya."

Gill carried the tiny pony in his arms as he continued forward, soon to find that one of the humans the mare spoke about were already dead. The next cell had Heart Drop in it. She was bruised up horribly and tapping the wall with her hoof until she heard the flittering of the barrier. She stood up to see Gill and grabbed him with a big hug.

"Stop crying. No. Seriously. I'm getting uncomfortable here."

"You're such a baby. Quick! Chocolate is further down."

The first cell held another victim, while the next had the other human. He was rather sized. In fact, he could easily take on Bear and mock him for his lack of hair. The guy seemed to be meditating, but awoke after hearing a buzzing noise.

"Come on. We're getting you and the others out of here. Can you walk?"

"Yes. Who are you." the man was a pure Native American, and it showed. He was proud and tough, but his clothes did n't show the same prognostic."

"I'm Gill Tammerheight. And you?"

"In my tribe, I've been given the name "Crushing Ox", but my real name is Johnson Ferver."

"Glad to meet you Johnson."

"I do believe we have something to do?"

"Oh! Right. Sorry."

"Let me hold the weakened one on your shoulder."

"Alright."

"H-hey! Don't! He's going to eat me!"

"No I won't."

Despite her continued protests, Johnson placed the pony carefully on his shoulders, and followed Gill. The mare still struggled, but she soon stopped and made herself comfortable. Gill found Chocolate Dip. For some reason, he seemed relatively unscathed.

"Gill? What happened? They were about to beat me, then they left."

"Terrorist attack. No time to explain. Anyone else?"

"A unicorn and a pegasus...they had their cutie marks carved off..."

"That's horrid!" Heart yelled.

"What is that again?"

"We have no time, Gill. Hurry, so we may break out." Jonathan said.

"Oh. Right."

The unicorn was in terrible shape. He was a bright lime green, while his mane and tail were a shabby pink. He had his teeth clenched and his thorax was going up and down like a baloon. The worst part, was that his horn was torn off, grinded to dust, and thrown on the floor, where just a few solid bits remain. He also had several badages that were soaked in red on his sides.

"Bandages?"

"I did that. This is why I was locked up. Hurting another being when they have done nothing is not right."

"Exactly. Heart. Chocolate. Think you can hold him up?"

"I just need my own magic."

"I'll try and gather up the dust from his horn." Chocolate said. The stallion immediately grabbed a small brown bag and started to gather up the dust.

The pegasus in the next cage was in a worse state. His wings were barely anything but extended, red stubs. All the feathers had been pulled out, and the skin torn off. She wasn't going to make it, especially seeing that her neck was leaking red, and she was shaking. A pink pegasus with a blue mane and tail. She was quite pretty, but her wounds were too much, and she going into shock. Jonathan walked up to her and grabbed her neck after pushing Gill aside.

"I will not allow anybody to suffer needlessly." *crack* "It is done. May Mother Earth take you back in and give you your much needed rest."

Everybody stared at him in horror.

"W-why did you do that?" Gill stuttered.

"You saw it. She wasn't going to survive. They slit her throat and punctured her lungs, then they left her here to die slowly and painfully." Chocolate exclaimed.

"Let us go. We have nothing left to do here. Her body is of no use now. Let her rest in piece."

"But the door is massive, and there are two armed guards on the other side."

"Let me deal with that."

Surely enough, everyone found themselves in front of the only exit. The weakened mare was set down, gently, on the floor. Jonathan cracked his knuckles and slammed the doors with open palms. They swung open and slammed against the walls with grunts. Apparently, the two guards were right behind. The giant grabbed the skinny mare and started running with Gill and the others. Everybody finally left the place to see that they were in the middle of nowhere. There were weeds and trees everywhere, but there was also quite alot of gravel. Gill looked around but couldn't find his car.

"Damn! They took my truck."

"Then how about we use that armored car?" Jonathan proposed as he pointed to a giant jeep covered in metal plating.

"That'll do. Come one, get in."

The door was locked, but it took just one good thrust from Jonathan to pry the door open and allow Gill to unlock everything. Once everybody was installed, Gill sat in the passenger's seat. Chocolate and Heart stared at him for awhile, as did Jonathan and the sickly mare.

"What? You know the way around here. Get drivin'."

The giant gave a smile and sat in the car, making sure to pull the chair back quite a bit. The jeep gave a loud roar, indicating its upgraded engine, and drove back towards the city. They had to reach a hospital fast.

The new group

The road was quite bumpy, a bit normal seeing where the jeep was. There were still no roads, and the bumpy rocks on the path didn't help at all with the waiting. All was silent in the vehicle. The wounded unicorn was starting to calm down, while the weakened and brutalized mare remained on her seat, eyes directed towards the floor. Heart and Chocolate remained next to them, but they said nothing. As Gill turned around to see this sad little picture, he turned to face Jonathan, who still had a very serious face. The man thought a bit, before opening a conversation.

"Jonathan, what drove you to work for the HLF?"

"HLF?"

"Isn't the group you were with called the HLF?"

"No. Not anymore atleast. We WERE another portion of the organization, but everybody, especially Snowman, started to get pissed by the actions of the PER, and the lack of action against them. So called: 'We can't attack because they'll ponify us.' and so forth."

"Then what did you do?"

"We became active. Those who were ponified were killed by the others, while the rest of the PER were either killed or captured for torture and interrogation. In the end, we took the name of 'Green Eskimos' seeing as our leader was already called 'Snowman'. We intercepted everything the PER used, but Snowman started to go nuts. He only trusted humans, so he started to kidnap every single pony thinking they were part of that terrorist organization. I tried my best to stop him, but it was too late. When I tried to bandage one victim that the members captured, I was imprisoned. I only joined because I wanted to counter everything that the other organization had planned. Forcing a choice upon someone is wrong. Especially one they can't return from. However, now that you exist, we can create a new organization, one that will hold both ponies and humans, as well as ponification and anti-ponification potion."

"What? But how can we even create such a thing?" Heart cried out.

"Oh...I have an idea. The stasis chamber still has the necessary equipment for basic serum creation, so we'll be able to create the stuff there, and begin anew. We must first get these two to the hospital." Chocolate proposed.

"No. I'm fine. I'm just...weakened is all." the brown mare swiftly replied.

"Hmph. My cooking will help you with that." Jonathan laughed.

"What do you mean?"

"I have my recipes."

"Heheh...heh..."

The mare started to tremble as she grabbed her head.

"N...no...It's happening again...I MUST KILL THE HUMANS FOR PRINCESS CELESTIA!"

"WHAT?!" Gill and Jonathan both yelled.

The mare jumped on Jonathan and started to try and strangle him. Naturally, she was too weak and tiny compared to the Native-American to manage to do anything but keep him from controlling the jeep properly. Both Gill and Heart jumped on her and tried to pull her down, but it didn't work. The vehicle narrowly missed a steep cliff. That was when the giant got mad and grabbed the mare, only to lock her between his legs while driving. Her struggling soon came to a halt as crying replaced the potion's mind-control.

"It's okay. It's not your fault. We'll be at the hospital soon, then Gill can drive us to this facility."

The mare nodded with a sniff.

It barely took fifteen minutes to reach the city and get to the hospital, where the green unicorn was dropped off by Gill, who immediately ran back into the jeep to take off for the facility. Said place was no longer inhabited by the PER. On the contrary. That place was abandoned, and, somehow, the corpses were gone. Either way, the mare started to go nuts again, so Jonathan grabbed her and held her upside down until they reached th room. Despite his wounds, Chocolate found the equipment and reactivated them. The AI kept taking small samples from Gill, who was getting fedup with the surprise attacks. Heart didn't have much to do, besides holding the crazed mare down. Several hours had passed, and several antidotes were tried. None worked, and she was seeping deeper into a horrid rush of control and subserviance.

Jonathan was getting tired of this, and, if a solution wasn't found soon, he would have to do what he did to the pegasus in the base. Yet, Chocolate came with a potion that alternated from red to blue and vice-versa. He injected it into the brown mare, who started to calm down and fall asleep. Little by little, she became a human again. The men didn't pay attention, but when Heart pointed it out, they were staring at a naked woman, and they averted their gazes before becoming red. Chocolate walked by and went to a nearby locker. The uniform in it was orange, and probably wasn't the cleanest thing around, but atleast it would provide a basic covering. The AI extended one of its arms to grab the woman and place her on a desk, where it assisted the unconcious woman with her dressing. Gill started to think about something.

"Well...while you do this, I'm gonna have a look around. Let's see if I can find what I'm expecting to see." he said bizarrely.

The others shrugged it off, so Gill was free to go. He was surprised at how fast the antidote was made, and how many versions were cranked out too. As Gill walked down the stairs, he was reminded of that damned spot he met those ponies for the first time. Standing and staring at these toppled tables and broken radios, the man spotted a door right behind everything and moved the damaged junk to the side. He attempted to pull the door open, but it didn't work.

"Now how am I supposed to tear this down? Hmmm...a grenade? Muahahaha!" Gill thought to himself as he found an abandoned grenade on the floor.

The idiot gathered up the junk and fashioned himself a little barrier with pieces of couches and tables. He unpinned the grenade and yelled "GRENADA!" before tossing the explosive ball and covering his ears. A loud explosion followed by the man being crouched by his falling barricade shook the damaged facility, making dust and small bits of rubble fall down. As the man struggled to climb out of his newfound prison, he stared in awe at the contents within the room right in front of him.

"Gill, what the hell are you doing!" Jonathan yelled.

"Look."

"Look at wh...What are we going to do with this?"

"You'll see." Gill said from underneath the broken couch.

Three months later

Today, Snowman had finally destroyed a base of operations of the PER, and he was celebrating with the others. After all, they were outnumbered three-to-one. As everybody hit glasses of champagne together, and boasted about their exploits, the T.V.s all around their own base started to flicker, and, finally, the face of a smiling Jonathan appeared on T.V. . He had both ponies and humans next to him, with Gill standing next to him. They were all in a gray room.

"What the hell is that?" one of the soldiers asked out loud.

Jonathan began to speak.

"Do not be afraid. We aren't here to threaten anybody...or anypony. We have an antidote to the ponification potion, and those who have succumbed to the forced curse of becoming a pony, enforced upon them by the PER, are welcome to come to where we are. The address is just below. For those who WANT to become ponies, this shall be your blessing, as we also have vast supplies of ponification potions. This facility is for all. Those who wish to stay human, and those who wish to become pony.

We have perfected the ponification antidote, and it is now perfect. The H.P.A. (Human Pony Alliance) is here for all! We may not have the most original of names, but our purpose is sincere. We are also the enemies of the PER, and the Green Eskimos, who have been terrorizing both humans and ponies for far too long. We will aid those who wish to preserve their humanity, and that includes members of the HLF, so, unless you threaten us, you have nothing to fear. Our facility also comes equipped with basic health equipment, so you can bring your wounded for a temporary but effective treatment before taking them to a proper healthcare. But, who are we to thank for this antidote?" Jonathan stood up and started walking towards Gill.
"Is it technology? Is it nature? Well, the answer is 'Yes' to both questions. Thanks to an unforseen incident, our friend here, has the genetic template allowing him to help us produce the antidotes. So, when you come here, thank him, because if he didn't receive that incident, humanity would have become extinct. Ah! Yes. I had forgotten to announce to all. The PER had created an enslavement potion. One of our members, who shall remain anonymous, was the subject of its testing. She was captured by the Green Eskimos and mistreated. Malnourishment, and frequent beatings whenever someone would go to her cell.
She would frequently go into a rampage that forced her to kill humans for Celestia. Do we want this?"

"NO!" every member in the chamber yelled.

"We won't stand this. Also, we know that those groups are targeting us now, so we invite you with open arms. Attack us, and you're attacking the people. We fight, as the people. Ponies and humans have no need to hate eachother, as both sides have ups and downs. Such is what is taught by my people. Light cannot exist without dark, but groups of darkness can overwhelm small pockets of light. We are the amalgation of light, and, therefore, we shall protect the smaller pockets. Have a good day."

The T.V.s went back to normal, showing the reporters trying to assess the situation. Snowman was furious, as shown by the hole he managed to create in the cement pillar.

"What are we going to do now, Big Boss?" one of the troops asked as he turned towards Snowman.

"We prepare to kill them all and take the potion. NO FRATERNIZING WITH THE PONIES!"

"NO CORRUPTION!"

I ended this in a cliff-hanger so that you readers could imagine the next part yourselves. Use Gill and his new group however you want if you ever make another story. You want him as a tyrant? No problem! You want him and the group to triumh over the PER? No problem! You want the new group to be destroyed? Still no problem. They are there to let your imagination run wild.

How long has it been?

There are some things in life that you don't want to wake up to. This universe had something called "ponyfication" after Equestria rose up from the depths of the ocean. Since then, the offer of ponyfication to save human-kind has been offered to many, and the same amount plus more have accepted. There are those who resist, and like every resister, there are those who enforce their law on others. Their decision is absolute, and those who resist are just a bump to be flattened. Everyone, or, rather, everypony in the world know about the situation and have gone to centers for ponyfication. Unfortunately, within the depths of an abandoned facility claimed by rust and decay, there remains a man completely unaware of everything that has occurred in the last thirty years. A man that has remained "pure" to the outside rambling. He is the victim of an unfortunate shmel-errr...stasis tube accident.

The facility was working on the preservation of human beings and other biological necessities and breakthroughs. They needed some way to test it, and found someone. This man's name was Gill Tammerheight. He was a bit short on money, and he wasn't going to be paid for another week. So, to compensate with that problem, a few of his friends, who just happened to be working there, told him of their new project. He was going to be paid a hefty sum. No one is without their flaws, and Gill's flaw was that he never thought things through and did everything based on impulse. And so it happened. He entered the tube after reaching that backwater facility, and went to sleep. It was supposed to last a day, but error in programming and cabling decided otherwise. He was trapped, and the researchers didn't know for how long. Be that as it may, it was their responsibility, and they watched over Gill during his untimely event. The machine provided the nutrients and helped evacuate anything within his body while using strange methods to keep his cells from deteriorating.
One faithful day, however, the machines finally decided to let him go. The beeping of the tube was enough to announce his awakening, although a virtual female voice rung about from the remaining intact loud-speakers on the wall.

Alert! Alert! The test subject is being awoken. All lab workers involved in the stasis project must report to chamber 5a immediately!

The once white stasis tube rose to the point of stopping at a ninety degree angle, allowing the tube to open up with a massive amount of vapor and steam. Gill fell to the floor as there was no one to aid him.

Warning! Personnel is not responding. AI interface enabled.

Two mechanical arms sprung forth from the ceiling, throwing about the dust that had accumulated over the years. They took him to the bathroom for the necessary, then helped put on some clothes. A simple grey shirt and brown jacket along with black jeans and black shoes were given to him. He was injected with a circulatory acceleration serum to allow his body to recuperate more easily from the shock. Gill Tammerheight had average length brown hair with matching eyes He had a small scar etched across his left cheek. He also had a little blubber condition, but not something that stuck out immensely. It was something that could easily go away with exercise and workout. A reminder of a little incident during his childhood. He was about one meter eighty-five, and was of British decent, although he grew up in America, so he didn't get the accent. Heck, he never even WENT to the United Kingdom or even JUST England. The problem with his personality was that he was never a rational thinker, as mentioned before. As he began to finally come to, a monitor lowered itself from the ceiling and started a message that was blurred so much it was damaged.

"Gill, this is Alison. There was a...problem with the stasis tube. Instead of freezing you for a day, it froze you to an unknown date, and we can't get you out. In-case you get out in the near future, we're doubling the amount of money you are going to obtain. We're watching over your body, so you don't have to worry about a thing."

NEXT MESSAGE:

"Something incredible happened today. A weird...rose from the...ocean. It has...They've offered..."

MESSAGE DAMAGED. ATTEMPTING TO RECOVER DATA.
...
ATTEMPT FAILED.
ABORTING AND READING NEXT MESSAGE:

"Many of us have already gone for ponyfication to try out a new life-style. However, WE are humans and still have things that need to be done. We are still watching over you fervently. We DID exchange your pay for 'bits', so don't worry for when you wake up. I've programmed the AI to help you in waking up if no one comes to help you out, as I fear."

READING FINAL MESSAGE:

There were massive explosions and sounds of gunfire coming from this one. Gill, despite his dizziness, understood that there was a war going on, and he didn't want to be a part of it.

"They found us. The PER are here. Those damnable little shits. *boom* I'm sorry Gill, but I'm sealing the room forever. Only the AI of this chamber will watch over you. The bits are in a brown bag to the right of your capsule. I must bid you farewell. To retain our humanity, some sacrifices must be made."

A clicking sound was heard in the background.

"As my ancestors used to say: BANZAI!"

END OF MESSAGE CYCLE.
PREPARING TO UNSEAL THE ROOM.

The man wiped his forehead and moaned. The place he was in was dark and dusty. QUITE dusty. Several pieces of equipment had been severely damaged by time or other events and were strewn everywhere. Cobwebs with the corpses of their creators adorned the walls rather horrifically, and the stasis tube itself was barely holding on the gears that pushed it up.

"What the fuck? Awwwww....Computer, what is the date?"

IT IS MARCH 13, 2045.
IS ANY OTHER ASSISTANCE REQUIRED?

"Yes. Do you have a backpack or something I can put that money bag in that I can carry on my back?"

AFFIRMATIVE.
PREVIOUS RESEARCHERS HAD PROVIDED WITH A TRANSPORTATION DEVICE.
RETRIEVING AND PROVIDING NOW.

The sound of whirring and buzzing ebbed throughout the air until an arm extended from the ceiling and held a rather sized backpack.

"Huh. Thank you."

YOU'RE WELCOME.
ALERT! THE ROOM HAS BEEN UNLOCKED.
THE SUBJECT MAY NOW EXIT.

With that message, Gill left his chamber of awakening and got out to see that the humongous facility of three stories was now nothing but rubble. He was on the second floor, so this surprised him as to why this floor seemed to have been pieced together to make something manageable. It was like a frankenstein patchwork. There were old fences and other piles of metal scrap placed onto the walls. Every few steps or so, there would be a blue "PER" tattooed onto the sections. Gill leaned forward, squinting his eyes and humming in a thoughtful tone.

"Hmmm. *gasp* PER? People's escape of ragnarok? NOOOOOOOOO!!! I'm reliving twenty-eight days later in real life! Such a classic, but so horrifying! I'm that British dude who's half-naked and...oh. Well at least I have clothes." Gill readjusted his jacket, before falling onto the floor and slamming his fist onto it. "Damn you! Damn you all to hell!"

A male AI voice started to ring throughout the facility in a horrid manner and with a deafening siren.

ALERT! ALERT! HUMAN DETECTED ON SECOND FLOOR NEAR THE IMPENETRABLE CHAMBER.
ALL PONIES REPORT THERE IMMEDIATELY!

Gill became confused at what the voice said.

"Ponies? The hell?"

Suddenly, two colorful ponies appeared in front of him with clubs. These were the quick-thinkers. One was yellow with a scruffy green mane while the other was orange with a curly pink mane. This one was a mare.

"What in Equestria? How did a human get up he-"

"AAAAAH! DEMON PONIES! KILL THE IMPURE!"

"What?"

Without warning, Gill charged in front of the two guards and kicked them against a wall, knocking them out. He started to panic and ran downstairs, where an entire cohort of these ponies, this time, armed with guns, stopped their activities and stared a him in surprise and disbelief. The man shut up and tapped his fingers together while trying his best poker face. A blue stallion with his turquoise mane brushed in half walked up gently to the human and tried to reason with him.

"I see that you are in a state of panic. Where did you come from."

"What that male...AI voice called the 'impenetrable chamber'."

The face of the stallion turned to shock before returning to normal despite the mumbling going on behind him.

"I see. So you do not know that the remaining humans are now toxic to the future of Earth?"

"Pfff." Gill threw his arms forward. "So? I already knew that. It is just a painful truth of life. Besides, I'm disturbed enough that you are all talking."

The human's voice was cracking as he pointed towards the one in front of him.

"Well, fear no more, as we have the solution."

The pegasus took a cup with a weird, purple, bubbling substance in it and put it up to Gill's nose.

"Here. Drink ths."

"And what'll it do? It smells like ass covered in rotten eggs." the human responded while pushing it away.

"You'll become a pure race. One of us."

"So I'll become a nazi? Because that's what you're soundin' like. Ach! We are ze arian race. We shall let no other human other than the Germans to procreate upon ze planet. HEIL HITLER!" Gill threw his arm out at the end.

"No. You'll become a pony."

"And why the hell would I want that?"

"Grrdedsh. TO BECOME CLEAN!" the stallion's cork was about to pop.

"I stayed in a tube for thirty years, but I was cleaned by the AI in there. So I'm good. I'll just leave now and go home."

Gill tried to move forward, but the pegasus stopped him by pushing the glass further into his face.

"Drink this."

"No."

"I told you to drink this."

(Escape time!)

"How about you go drink a 'Go fuck yourself'. Courtesy of my ass. Trust me. he uses special nuts for his drinks."

"That's it. I'm not dealing with this. OPEN FIRE!"

"OH SHI-!"

The man ran back upstairs as the bullets slammed against the damaged staircase and oozed a purple substance that Gill saw.

"Holy fucking shit! Now I'm being chased by evil ponies who are trying to turn me into them! Get the hell away from me!"

"Get him, brothers and sisters!"

"FUUUUUUU-"

The bullets continued to whizz through the air right next to the man's head and close to his body. He finally saw a non-destroyed window with a rather relieving rubble slide outside. He jumped through it like he was in an action movie and slid down the ramp. The facility was completely destroyed and those things were inhabiting it. There was a truck still intact further away, but it was being guarded what seemed to be unicorns.

"The hell? In what bizarre and horrid wasteland have I come across? Let's see...aha!"

The test subject picked two large planks of wood and used them as shields as he ran towards the small truck. The unicorns seemed confused at what was going on, allowing Gill ample time to smash them against the truck and stun them. He broke through he window and went into the truck and started to fiddle with the cables underneath.

"It's a good thing I learned this shit...THERE!" The truck made a loud roaring noise and, by the looks of it, was at full tank. "YES! What? OH NO!" he semi-cryed.

Those psychos were there and they started to run towards him. What'd he do? What any sane man being chased by psychos would do. He ran over them with a *thump*!

His truck went on the road adorned with nothing but plains as far as the eye could see. He turned around to see if anyone was following him, and sighed in relief to see none, only to panic when he saw two pegasi armed with machine guns aiming at him. The human, made a sharp u-turn, to punch the pegasi into the nearby grass with the back of the vehicle, only to turn back around and continue in the initial direction he was going. Gill sighed and wiped his forehead after seeing such horrors.

"Oh good god. How long hs it been? I thought the AI said ten years? I need to find a city or town. Damn you California and your weird sausage shape. I just hope there is a city close enough to here where there are people. Gotta get clear of those fuckers."

And thus, the most unknowing of humans returned to the real world in a single movement and fashion akin to nightmares. The truck roared across the street as the cloudy, gray sky above threw its dull light upon the world below.