SOVIET HELLSCAPE

Written and illustrated by the white devil

My heart was slamming against my fragile chest. The horrors of what just occurred started to take its devastating toll on me. Sweltering hot tears rolled down my cheeks as a knot formed in the bottom of my stomach. My ears twitched at the horrendous sounds of combat, the guards were being slaughtered. I had locked myself inside the trunk of this old rusted metal husk.

The trunk hardly shielded me from the cruelty of this damned world's environment. Yes, the thick metal compartment stifled some of the bone-chilling wind. However, the conductive properties of the metal absorbed the cold.
Which acted counter-intuitive to the purpose of hiding inside the trunk in the first place. Sweat rolled down my forehead whereas my heart grew uneasy.

My muscles locked up in extreme fear, my brain confused on what to do as the age-old fight or flight response activated. Terror stabbed into my innocent heart as it pounded against my ribs like a jaguar. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as it froze my blood.

I tried to plead with God, to make the pain and suffering stop, but I was choked with tears. Making anything I said sound like bitter gibberish. It only made the mental and emotional agony worse, I was alone, only me to suffer in anguish. Left in the deepest pits of misery and depravity. An ethereal being, not belonging to this cruel world.

The guards were being butchered one by one, evident by the agonizing screams I was forced to endure. Many howls of pain or tearful plead for some form of mercy. Only to have their throats slit, abandoned on the cold ground to choke to death. The sickening gurgles still echo within the husk of my shattered psyche. It twisted my guts in a way that drove me to puke all over my fur-lined armor. I tried to cover my damaged ears with my shaky hooves but it barely stopped the noise.

Eventually, the noises stopped after a few hours. My heart was still rapidly pounding inside the confines of my body, I planned on staying inside the trunk forever. But a burst of severe pain accompanied by a loud growl told me otherwise. I haven't eaten in a few days, nearly a week. If I didn't get any food soon I may never get the chance again. Unlike Celestia, I didn't have such massive amounts of body fat to stay satiated. No offense to my beloved teacher.

So ever slowly, I began to lift open the door to the trunk, my hoof gradually raising it upwards. Every muscle tensed up as my heart rate spiked again and my breathing became deeper and fuller. Suppling necessary oxygen for when I need to escape. Every fiber of my being screeched like a crazed banshee as the cold wind hit me full force. Small strands of apocalyptic light entered through the small opening. Gradually increasing in abundance the more I lifted the lid.
Eventually, after a few minutes of stalling the trunk door flew open. Revealing a horrific scene.

Several disfigured and mutilated corpses laid face down, strewn all over the snow-covered earth. Blood and gore staining the fluffy white snow turning it a dark crimson color. Some ponies had even been strangled or beaten to death. Most, however, had their heads blown off by those damned projectiles.

Almost immediately, the smell of decaying flesh and splattered brain matter hit my nose like a steam locomotive. The reality of the situation caused my heart to weigh a ton of bricks. And my stomach to empty what little food it contained. Hot scalding tears rolled down my cheeks whereas my mouth shaped into a deep frown. My snout scrunched up as I tried to cover my eyes. It sent shivers up my spine. Dead ponies and humans alike, and for what?

I was content with silently crying into my hooves, however, this cruel world didn't feel the same way.

Then, my sensitive ears picked up a loud angered shout from my left side. "А вот и Вы! Маленький пони, пора чертовски умирать!"

I immediately recognized the language and my heart nearly leaped out of my throat. Turning towards the source revealed an angered human male charging at me. His clothes were covered in crimson blood as he held a bloodied royal guard sword in his hand. I jumped out of the trunk and sprinted in the other direction. Adrenaline fueled my muscles with additional blood and oxygen, I could even feel my spleen giving up its stored supply of oxygenated blood. Further energizing my dead sprint.

However, even at my top speed, the human was quickly gaining on me. Ponies were heavily reliant on panting and not sweating. Which means I'll be forced to rest to recuperate my stamina. Not that he won't have to do the same, sweating is more like a prolonging of rest. Which I sadly do not have.

The man was quickly gaining, It wouldn't be long till he catches up and I still have a wealth of energy. My anger was quickly rising as I passed mangled guard after mangled guard. How dare they do this to us!? Fucking assholes! My anger was quite content to not burst and it stayed like that for a while. It wasn't until I saw her.

When I saw her, my muscles immediately stopped moving entirely, my bones stood still whereas my heart dropped. Princess Celestia, the once majestic and motherly mare now laid motionless in the snow. She was broken into a thousand pieces and blood poured out of a major wound. Her chest barely rising and falling, tears falling out of her bulging out in a two thousand-yard stare. Nopony deserved such a fate, especially not her.

No longer did I fear that evil cocksucker that chased me, I hated him every single bone and fiber. My anger for him boiled like the tea she used to drink. My eyes could only see red and white, whilst my entire body trembled in anger. Every vein bulged out like her beautiful eyes and my teeth were grinding against each other. Making a sickening sound, just like this ratfuck's skull will make after I'm done smashing it into the ground with my hooves.

I was too distracted with staring at her corpse to feel an arm wrapping around my neck. Though I laughed when I did, this asshole thinks he can choke, ME!?

In a fit of anger, I sank my blunt teeth down upon his arm. My mind remember- ed the death roll that crocodiles use once they latch onto prey. I moved my head side to side, allowing my teeth to tear at the hunk of flesh. The human let out a shriek of pain as he loosened his arm a little. Allowing me to headbutt him.

Once my head made contact with his nose, he suddenly let go of me. Staggering from the sudden attack he was stunned. I didn't give him another moment to think, my anger rushed back into my mind.

I roared with great fury and charged at the dazed man, my horn stabbing into his groin. Piercing the penis, testicles, and scrotum. He shrieked in pain when I tore my horn back out of his crouch. Tearing open his testicles, which promptly fell out of his denim pants. He struck me in the face with his boot but I slammed my hoof down on his other foot. Breaking it with a sickening crunch, blood oozing from his groin and foot.

He tried to grab his hatchet but I got on top of him and smashed my hooves down onto his throat, practically crushing his windpipe. before using my magic to disarm him and steal his axe. The old spice jingle played in my head as he slowly asphyxiated.

But he wasn't dying quick enough or suffering enough. So I grabbed his shirt for leverage before bringing the axe blade down onto his face. Blood splattered onto my face but that didn't and couldn't phase me. Retracting the blade, I slammed it down on his face again and harder this time. He tried to scream for mercy but I had crushed his windpipe. You need air to speak.

I brought the blade down again, then again, and then again. My blood boiled as I repeatedly hacked at his fucking monkey face. My breathing became labored and unpredictable whilst my attacks grew frantic and increased in brutality. Cold blood and hot tears stained my lavender fur as my anger gradually turned into grief and guilt. This wasn't me, I wasn't a killer or a torturer, yet I still did it. And for what?

Eventually, the human stopped moving. His body and muscles relaxed, the bowls and bladder emptying. Staining his pants.
When my hoof touched his skin, it was bitterly cold to the touch and clammy. Blood oozed out of his butchered face and mutilated throat. Staining my pitch-black hooves which turned dark red with blood. Eyes bulged out of their sockets, staring into the black cold skies of radioactive ash. His anguished screams and blackened soul travel in the blizzard winds. Alongside the billions of other damned souls.

My eyebrows furrowed and my blood-stained snout scrunched up, the smell of feces, decay, blood, sweat, and urine was immense. My heart grew heavy with the guilt that came with murdering another living being. Alien or pony, it didn't matter.

Murder is murder, I just killed somepony.