Tales from the Average Joe

It was chaos.

The cornucopia of ponies continued to push and shove. They pushed. Shoved. Galloped. Ran. Tripped.

It was chaos.

I was somehow caught up into the mix of colorful ponies. Ponies who pushed, shoved, and ran. One two three four, one two three four, one two three four. I counted as I ran with the cluster of panic. One hoof after another.

The sirens roared a bellowing vibration of sound. It was not a pleasant nor a quiet sound. The growl of a gargantuan beast, fixating on its next prey.

It was chaos.

I galloped and galloped and ran and ran. I pushed and pushed and shoved and shoved. One, two, three, four. I could see the ponies running into the hill. One two three four. The large steel door rotated to block the gear shaped hole. One two three four! It screeched and slid closed, the number ‘55’ inscribed on it in yellow. One two three four! one two three four! One two three four! One two three boom…

I turned around and saw the suburbs illuminated in a green light. The light that came from a large green flame. It pushed upwards into the clouds, the green rolling over and making a sort of toadstool. It was both mildly amusing and greatly terrifying to see. It looked as if it was miles away, and yet I could still feel it’s heat from here. At this last thought I realized the state of adversity I was in. My hearing came back and heard screams. Ponies were banging on the sealed door of Stable 55. We were locked out.

It was chaos.

I galloped home. As I ran down the street, I could see the green beast. It ravished everything in its path as it attempted to quench it’s unquenchable hunger. I had no time for keys. I bucked my door until the wood splintered around it’s hinges, knocking it to the floor. I kicked the rug out of the way. I pulled up the hatch in the floor. I climbed down inside. Many boxes resided in my small basement. They were made from cardboard and the local maple trees. Beautiful trees…

… soon to be gone.

I waited patiently for a minute. Listening. Thinking.

I felt a rumble.

Then an earthquake.

Then I heard the wind.

Before my eyes the green monster tore away the floor that was my ceiling. It burned. I felt my flesh melting away. The beast ate up the wood boxes, sucking them out of the hole my basement was. I screamed in a great pain. I would have cried, but the flame would only consume my tears. I screamed as the flame sucked me out too, and I was plunged into the concrete ground outside.

It was chaos.

I was alive.

I opened my eyes. I was under a metallic and ceramic air-carriage. It was charred and the windows busted. It had cracks and dents all over, with a few loose wires as well. The cement foundation I laid on must have been where my home was. The only thing keeping this heavy machine from crushing every bone in my body was what was left of the kitchen wall. I crawled out from under it. My vision was clouded and it hurt to walk; I felt a sting with every step I took. Most of my skin was gone. I shook my head and looked to the sky in the distance. The massive mushroom cloud remained.

Dead ponies littered the ground en masse, as well as what looked like their shadows. Shadows of the ponies who were once there, engraved into the ground and walls. As shadows, forever to witness the ruins that were once their colorful and happy home. All of it was gone now. Everypony and everything. I was alone and in pain.

I was what remained after Equestria died.

It was chaos.

The cloud looming over the ashes and remains of my friends and family. My home, and neighbors. All of them were gone. Everything no longer had meaning. I was going to die here, alone... no, not alone. I sat there and counted the bodies and shadows.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

It was...

Ten.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Forty.

Fifty.

Chaos.

One hundred. Two hundred. Three hundred. Four hundred...

There were too many. Millions of souls incinerated into damnation, never to be seen or heard from again, never to be remembered. All of them forgotten as I hold their memories, remembering the times I said hello to them, played with them, cooked and ate with them, but they were lies. I never did this things, hell, I barely knew any of these ponies! I never once thought to know my neighbors or to be friends with them, oh how much I regretted.

It was chaos.