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The phone rang in my hands, causing the others to stop walking as well.

Despite my mind being flooded with questions about the logic behind this, I looked at the menacing contact name for a few moments before pressing the red decline button. It only took a few seconds for it to ring again, and I pressed the red decline button again. I started chuckling to myself until it rang a third time. This time, I decided to press the green accept button and answer the call.

“Yeeello.”

An unrecognizable male voice then spoke from the other end.

“I’d advise you not to hang up on us, Pony Lover.”

I lowered the phone and pressed the end call button before bursting into laughter. When it rang again, I rolled my eyes and answered the call.

“Yeeello.”

“You stupid fuck. I swear."

“♫ Stop calling! Stop calling! I don't wanna talk anymore! I left my heeeead and my heeart on the dance floor! ♫"

"Bruh."

I started moving my hips and dancing a little bit.

"♫ Tonight I'm not taking no calls, 'cause I'll be dancing! Stop calling! Stop calling! I don't wanna think anymore! I left my heeeead and-"

"Shut the FUCK up!"

I huffed. "Fine. What is it? What is this? What the hell do you want?"

I crossed my other arm across my chest, growing impatient that I had to talk on the phone. It was pretty odd, seeing as though I hadn’t had a phone call in almost a year. The phone almost felt unnatural now, which was very strange. I glanced around at the others, who were looking up at me with the most confused faces I’d ever seen on them. It was hilarious. Twi cocked her head, trying to figure out what I was talking on.

“D’mitry, who are you talking to?” she asked.

“Not now,” I said, “I’m on the phone.”

“On the what?”

“Listen up, Pony Lover. Do you see that fog around you?”

“I do. It's kind of annoying.”

Twi interrupted again. “D’mitry?”

“Shhh! I’m on the phone.”

“On the what?” Dash asked.

“That fog is courtesy of us. I need you to listen very carefully to me, do you understand?”

“Gee thanks. I don't understand any of this shit, but go on.”

“D’MITRY!” Twi shouted.

“I’m ON THE PHONE!”

“On the what now?” AJ asked.

“You need to surrender, Pony Lover. You and your little pony friends. We have you at the palm of our hand now.”

“Mmmm... that makes no fucking sense. So I’m not going to.”

"Moron. I'd advise yo-"

"♫ Wha- wha- what did you say, oh you're breaking up on me. Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy. K-kinda busy, k-kinda-"

“LISTEN, PONY LOVER! If you hang up on me again, we will set off our trap.”

“Trap?”

“Yes, trap. We set one on the tracks for ya. That's what the fog is about, moron. So stay on the line.”

“Oh, I’ll stay on the line alright.”

“Okay?”

“The TRAIN line! HAHAHAAA!”

I felt the urge to hang up again, but I couldn’t sense any fear or nervousness from the other side. I was met with an awkward silence.

“You are one strange guy, I must say.”

“I know.”

Twi interrupted again. “D’mitry. If you don’t tell us what’s going on right now, AJ is going to whip you in the balls.”

“Hang on,” I said on the phone. I set the phone aside and covered it with my free hand to talk to Twi. “Not now, Twi. I’m on the-”

CRACK!

“AHHHHGHGH!” I hollered, dropping the phone and keeling over on the tracks. I fell beside it, clutching my ballsack. Despite a new pain flowing through my testicles, I reached out with one hand and grabbed the phone.

“You … AH … you were saying?”

“Uh… so... will you surrender?”

“No. You got me whipped in the nuts. Fuck you.”

“What? Whipped in the nuts? Wha-”

I angrily hung up the phone and threw it aside.

“Hey, we might be in trouble now. The guy on the phone said he’s gonna set off a trap,” I said, still clutching my pearls.

“On the what?” Rarity asked.

Instead of the phone ringing again, it blasted to life. It’s flashlight went into strobe mode, and a louder, more annoying alarm ringtone started playing. Along with it, a similarly annoying siren sound went off not far down the tracks from us, echoing through the trees hidden past the fog. A bright yellow spotlight appeared through the fog, originating from the supposed tree line.

“SHIT! EVERYBODY RUN!” Twi exclaimed, lending a hoof to help me up. My nutsack cried in pain, but I continued to a stand. I heard moans as I started wobbling to a jog to keep up with the group. The spotlight, which was hitting the fog around us, illuminated a few silhouettes off to the side.

I pulled my baby out, aiming at the silhouettes. When they got close enough for me to tell they were really zombie ponies, I shot at them both. One dropped, but the other shook, almost losing balance before reclaiming it and continuing. There was another moan on the other side of the tracks.

“I’ll take the rear!” Twi shouted, “Fire at will!”

“No!” I yelled, “Not a good idea!”

“FIRE AT WILL!”

I heard somebody else fire a gun as we continued through this goddamn thick ass fog. The fog seemed to be getting worse. It was really pissing me off now. As we fought through it, I noticed a silhouette approach AJ, who was running in front of me. I raised my baby as it sprang on her, but was too late to fire safely. The pony was on her now, and I could vaguely see her holding him back with her front hoof. I approached the two while they squirmed and set the barrel against the side of the zombie stallion's head.

BANG!

Blood splattered from his head as he fell to the ground.

“Thanks sugarcube!”

We continued running through the fog. I took frontal combat, the guard from before quickly joining my side. Thankfully, the spotlight was actually helping us get through the fog. Otherwise, it would be a complete guessing game to figure out where the hell we were going. This was a nic-

...

Fucking shit.

The damn spotlight went out. Our vision was gone now. Everything was gray and black. As we continued running, I also heard the whir of multiple machines next to the tracks ahead.

Fucking fog machines. Shitheads.

“Run forward!” Twi commanded, “Don’t stop until you’re out!”

We sprinted along the tracks, jumping over the corpse of a zombie somebody had shot out front. The moans were quieting now, indicating we might be in the clear soon. I heard another gunshot crack as it whizzed by my right ear.

“Watch your damn fire!” I shouted over my shoulder.

“Fire at will!” Twi retorted.

I swear, if these motherfuckers shoot me in the back, I'm gonna be pissed.

After a few more seconds, we finally made it to the end of the fog. The guard and I continuing running forward a few paces to give the others a chance to escape the ghostly void as well. I turned around and did a quick headcount.

The guard, Dash, Spi-

BANG!

I saw a gunshot kick up the dirt next to Dash's hoof. The shot originated from farther away, and I had seen the muzzle flash light up the woods along the right side of the track.

“We’re being sho-”

BANG!

BANG!

Shots began cracking by us as the muzzle flashes continued. I raised my baby, along with Dash and the guard. We fired back at the flashes, sending bullets raining down on the tree line.

“FUCKER!”

BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!

There’d been one more muzzle flash in the trees before it came to a stop. I shot off a few more rounds as the others bolted out of the fog beside us.

“LOOK!” Dash shouted, pointing her hoof down the track. “THE TUNNEL! GO GO GO!”

BANG!

A shot ripped across the air between us after another stupid fucking muzzle flash lit up the tree line on the other side of the tracks. As the others began galloping toward the tunnel, I emptied the rest of my magazine where I saw the flash before sprinting to catch up. I scanned for any threats nearby and took another headcount.

Twi, Spike, the guard, Dash, Rarity, AJ…

“Redheart!” I exclaimed, skidding to a halt.

“D’mitry!” Twi yelled.

“Keep going!” I shouted, turning around and rushing back into the annoying ass fog. A few more gunshots whizzed by from the other tree line, causing me to duck until I got back inside the safety of the fog. Ah. Now I was safe and sound. No gunshots could harm me in thi…

BANG!

Oh right.

A gunshot cracked as it flew past my ear. Nevermind. Conceal the pain, cover from the rain. I started-

What?? Conceal the what?

I don't know. It was a dumb phrase my middle school friend used to use. It meant, like, you can conceal the pain, but need to take cover from the rain or something like that.

Interesting...

Yeah, anyway, I'm kinda busy right now.

“REDHEART!" I exclaimed, "WHERE ARE YOU?!”

BANG!

Fucker!

I took a quick second to drop my empty magazine and load a new one. Once it was loaded, I popped off more rounds where I thought the tree line to be.

“WHOA WHOA WATCH YOUR FIRE!” the other guard shouted through the fog.

“D’MITRY?!” Redheart hollered from the same direction.

“REDHEART!”

“GO!” the guard shouted again, “I GOT HER!”

Having to accept that the guard got to her, I ran back out of the fog. However, I had no fucking clue where I was going anymore, so I came out right in front of the other tree line. Just as I regained sight, I noticed a shadowy figure moving to my left, mere feet away from me.

“WHOA!” I exclaimed, darting for the closest tree I could find.

BANG!

The loud gunshot whizzed right behind my head as the area was very briefly illuminated by the gun.

BANG!

I collided with the tree, narrowly missing another gunshot zipping by me. This gunman was close, meaning I did not feel safe, even behind this tree. With a burst of adrenaline, I threw my shoulder around the other side of the tree and raised my baby. I heard bark rip off beside me as I lined up what looked like the outline of a human boy.

BANG!

I fired my baby at him.

BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!

The figure dropped. A single cry of pain called out from it before my third gunshot went off. Then there was silence. I waited in this silence for just a few seconds as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. He looked like he was dead.

As much as I wanted to take a closer look to make sure, and maybe punch his dead corpse in the face, I didn't want to be away from the others any longer. So, I scanned my surroundings before darting back to the tracks and sprinting alongside them. My adrenaline was starting to wear off now, so I hobbled my way back to the tracks, my nuts angrily protesting my every move. They'd be alright.

I eventually reached the others right before we entered the tunnel. The guard had gotten to Redheart, and helped her walk with the others as she continued pulling the cart. Twi pulled out a flashlight, scanning the dark tunnel as we jogged inside.

Were we still going to sleep in the tunnel?

Were we going to sleep at all?

I was growing exhausted now, still dealing with pain. I looked back to see the tunnel entrance slowly fade away. Another bad experience being gulped in a vein of darkness.