DEFCOИ: Rewritten

Back in Saddle

Date: 7TH DAY SINCE ARRIVAL

Time: 08:00 HOURS

Location: 'EVERFREE' FOREST

Objective: UNKNOWN

"Listen, I know you think you're making sense, but you're really not."

"No, you listen! Ah'm saying that Ah have no idea what made this happen, 'cept it happened at Canterlot."

Jacob sighed, and folded his arms. They had been walking through the forest since Jacob had found she wasn't completely psycho, and he needed intel. Nocturne, whoever she was, helped him, and he decided it would only be right if he helped her as well, and from what he was hearing, she needed help.

"Where's Canterlot?"

"Up where the Princesses live."

"On the Mountain?"

"Eeyup!" She grinned, flashing a plethora of sharp teeth.

Shuddering, he looked up from the clearing and spotted a very disturbing vista of Canterlot with plumes of smoke rising  from it. He checked his backpack and took out one of the several waterbottles he had taken from the Englishman's house, and put the bottle against his lips, swallowing big gulps of water with his head back.

Applebloom, however, inched forward watching his big meaty neck gulp down the water and licked her lips. She wanted a big ol' bite out of that meat, how wondrous it would taste in her-

"Applebloom?"

"Huh?" She shook her head.

"Snap out of it."

"Sorry," She grinned.

However, as he was about to say something, he noticed that there was signs of carnage all over the place, and little bits of flesh strewn on trees. He kept his rifle at the ready, and gave Applebloom the universal 'shut the fuck up' signal. Steadying themselves, they pursued the mutilated corpses.

Kyle stood atop a mound of twisted flesh and odd limbs as he panted.

"God damn, how many kills did I leave off on...?"

After scanning the bodies, he shouted victoriously, "Fuck it, over 9000!", and broke down into breathless chuckles. However, he remembered that he couldn't truly kill them, and with his miraculously unending supply of 9mm ammunition from nowhere, he was having quite the time, but it seemed at the end of each 'round', more and more arrived, and it was getting quite difficult.

"I powder my Cockatiel for the ribcage SLAUGHTER!" He yelled.

Suddenly, one of the creatures below broke through the weight of the hill, and snatched onto his leg.

Screaming in agony, he took his knife and with bloody murder on his features, hacked the monster into oblivion with the blade. A hoof rose out. Another. And another. Kyles eyes widened. The entire mound exploded in a frenzy of hungry beasts, and the Gamer-turned-Soldier flew into the air.

As he soared, he saw them surging forward as a wave of potential death, and began firing randomly into the horde. It did nothing to stop them, and the monsters that fell were trampled on by those behind them. He landed in a tree, and quickly learned that if he set foot on the ground, he would be overwhelmed by the vampires.

He leapt from branch to branch, tree to tree, and soon, he could hear the trees behind him toppling over as the horde pursued him. Then, he saw a beam of light coming through the canopy. Then another, and another. The trees were clearing, he needed to get out in the sun, NOW!

Reloading, he dived from his branch, into the mob, firing like mad and stabbing everything he saw. To his right, a mouth came forward, and he filled it with his knife blade, sending blood spurting all over his face. With every time he killed them, they became more and more hellish looking. Fur began to fall off, the wings were torn, but he kept going. He plugged a monster with his last frag, and pushed it into a group of them. In a big explosion of meat and blood, he was sent back, and the horde closed in.

Scrambling to his feet, adrenaline coursing through every blood vessel, he punched, bit, stabbed, slashed, hacked, chopped, cut, scraped, gouged and clobbered every one creature in his path. He could see daylight.

"I WILL PUT MY PAIN INTO YOUR SOUL!" He screamed to a small white pony with pink and violet hair, and he meant every word. This place was giving him a darker vision of reality, and while he referenced other things, he found them becoming true.

'GO!' His mind screamed.

Something caught on his leg, and he turned around. A small orange horse crawled up his leg, a purple mane to accompany rows of dark teeth and eyes from the blackest of hells.

She bit into his thigh, and he roared in pain. Punching wildly, he broke its grip on his leg, and crawled ahead, where there was a figure standing with a British assault rifle, firing into the mob. The man saw one of them leap from the trees, and he impaled it with a bayonet. Kyle looked up to his savior, then felt hooves grasp his chest, and begin pulling him away from the slaughter, while the other Human ran in with his bayonet and began slashing.

Kyle passed out with the thought of how awesome it was to watch another pro do it.

"What the fuck is that guy's problem? Is he smiling?!"

...

"Applebloom, don't kill him and don't fucking do that in front of me!" Sam yelled as they ran, the unconscious bloodied man being carried by Applebloom's unnatural strength. While she carried him, she lapped up the blood on his shirt and clothes, and narrowly avoided sunbeams.

Sam spun around into a crouch, and let down another torrent of lead as Applebloom ran past. The creatures would not stop, and no matter how far they ran, they were always on their tail.

"'Bloom, where the fuck do we go?! We need buildings!" Sam screamed, then got up and put his emptied magazine into his back pocket, pulling a new one from his backpack and slamming it into the rifle. He turned and ran, following Applebloom as she turned towards the edge of the forest.

Ponyville. Finally.

"Applebloom, give me that guy and get ready to follow me!"

Running into the sun, he got a good four meters before he noticed no one was following, and looked back to see 'Bloom still in the dark, cowering from the sun.

'Fuck.'

He ran back in, ripped a blanket out of his backpack, and wrapped it around her before she could protest, then ran into the sun once again, hearing her hiss in fear. He ran and ran, until it became hard to lift both the weight of the small pony and the bleeding man. He spotted a large building in the center of town, and with the man semi-consciously wandering around, and Applebloom wearing the blanket as a cloak, they walked to the building.

"APPLEBLOOOOOOM!" A voice screamed from the forest.

"Th' damn blood-bags have mah sister!"

"We need to go after them!"

"I saw one of them punch Scootaloo in the face!"

"Yeah! He punched me right in the nose!"

"Come on! I need to find Spike and turn him before the others get to him! Em... no offense."

The vamponies began arguing and a tall dark figure stood there with a scowl on her face. Even when made evil, these ponies were still adorably annoying. She unraveled her wings, and magic began to pour out, soaking the vamponies with very dark magic, healing their wounds and rejuvenating their bodies. Without blood, they were becoming tireless and weak.

The tall figure put a hoof on Twilight's head, and an idea sprung into her mind.

Twilight grinned, and began to salivate.

"Do not fight them friend, you will end up like me, клетке."

With a gun to Rarity's head, and a gun pointing up to Doctor Whooves who had a crossbow on Applebloom, Applebloom nearly biting Spike and Rarity holding a dagger to Sam's throat, the situation was obviously tense.

In the back, there was another Human locked inside a storage closet, his face visible through the glass window that had been knocked out.

"Now, please, white pony that I have met before and greatly despise, why I shouldn't shoot you dead?"

"Well that is quite obvious, for Time Turne- ehm... Doctor Whooves shall kill the little vampony."

"Подумайте приятеля!"

"What?" Everyone asked in confusion.

"Think, idiots! Outside you have монстров, demons waiting to kill all. Why you no work together?"

"Listen, comrade, this pony had blade on me before my gun was on her, 'kay?" Sam said without looking towards the Russian.

"No, listen here, Rushan, I clearly spotted a threat and I am doing my best to stop the destruction of my species as I know it, is that so wrong?"

No one noticed Kyle regaining consciousness, and grabbing the Russian's sniper against the wall, pointing it to the white pony.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

Everyone began shouting.

Suddenly, the doors to the town hall were thrown open wildly, and standing there in the center, was the resident town Librarian, and while it was supposed to be early afternoon outside, it was currently pitch black. All weapons spun to face her. Her face showed a deep hunger, and she eyed everypony in the room carefully, before landing on Rarity.

"Rarity! So good to see you! I thought you would be joining Sweetie Belle and I?" She asked mockingly.

"Ah, I fear not darling, those very grotesque looking wings clash with my recent dresses," She said with venom.

"That's fine. Oh! Applebloom, your sister is worried sick! Go back outside, I'll call you in for dinner once it's ready."

Applebloom was rooted to the spot, however, staring at Twilight in horror.

"Hey, purple, I don't really mind if you're gonna start killing people, but I really don't want to be caught up in your strange demonic vampire horse shit." Sam said, waving his left hand around.

Sam didn't notice Kyle looking at him in awe from his spot.

Suddenly, Twilight flew forward with incomparable (other than Rainbow Dash) speed and lunged for Kyle's throat, but in the small, minuscule amount of time, the Russian, now free, stole back his sniper and fluidly stepped ahead of the purple vampony's flight path, and in the blink of an eye, a thunder crack rang through the building. The bullet tearing through the internal organs of Twilight Sparkle had proven that bullets, while ineffective against the vamponies, were still a force to be reckoned with. The twisted version of Twilight flew past them, into the back while behind curtains.

Sam took his AR, and let loose an entire clip into the crumpled mess of blood and curtains that Twilight was under.

Kyle cringed, then grinned.

Two pros. Epic.

Sam turned to the door, and even with the light of the lanterns and the small fires around the room, it would not be enough to see an attack coming.

"Too much darkness, too many entrances, not enough wood. Resources lacking, problematic,"

"Mass Effect was such a shitty game..."

"WHAT!?"

Sam ignored his comment for the moment, there would be a time for bickering later. They needed to work as a team if they were to survive.

"What're your names?" Sam barked.

"Applebloom of the Apple Family!" The little hellion responded with a grin. Shudder.

"Doctor Whooves, at your service." The brown stallion bowed.

"Rarity, sadly at your service." Rarity sneered.

"Kyle, Kyle the Killer, Slayer69, I'd like you guys to know that I hold up to my name and I have over 9000 kil-"

"Alexei."

Sighing at the band of misfits that he had assembled, he rubbed his face.

"Alright, I'm Sam, and if the CIA taught me anything... we're still fucked."

Everyone seemed to lose hope in that second.

"But, while I would like to be fucked, this is not an appropriate fucking. This is rape, so I'm about to give you a lesson on rape protection, 101."

Rarity snorted.

"What does this have to do with anything that is happening?"

Sam walked over to the bullet riddled curtains, and pulled a twitching Twilight from it, her vampired face held into the light for all to see.

"Because this is what's doing the raping. And the first rule to rape prevention," He grunted as he chucked her body out of the open door, "is you don't fucking let them into the house." Sam dusted off his hands.

Kyle looked annoyed. He didn't like people telling him how to do his job.

"You." Sam said, pointing to Kyle.

"Yeah?"

"You look good with getting dirty," Sam tossed him a miniature pitchfork that was lying on the ground.

Kyle looked at him with a 'WTF' face, to which Sam nodded.

For the next hour and a half, they pushed furniture against the door, hammered the small amount of planks to the windows, and built a last stand position, while Sam informed them that while Applebloom seemed to be normal now, she did need blood to survive. While Rarity was accepting of this, she clearly stated that she would not be treated as the rations she had stored within the shelter. Kyle was assigned to 'fuck up anything that is stupid enough to attack the door' duty, and Alexei reunited with his sniper in the bell-tower.

Meanwhile, Sam took a book from the office in the upper levels of the building, and found an empty log page, and he began writing,

Night 1, we've established the basic ground rules for survival in this hellhole, and I've got a band of misfits to help out with our prolonged survival. If we're lucky enough, by Night 3 we'll be able to move to Checkpoint Alpha, the hospital where I was being held previously, then we make our way to the Castle, where I will give the Princess a thorough interrogation regarding the location of Nocturne.

P.S. I think Rarity sucks cock. Not sure.

P.P.S If she does, I will be conflicted about what to do about that.