Escape

There has to be a perfect word for the things I´m feeling right now. But I´m no poet. Scarred, yes definitely. Angry, kind of? Shocked, yes.

Terrified, that has to be it.

I´m in an unknown situation, in an unknown place with unknown things and happenings. I mean the first thing I saw was a corpse. Well, still is. A corpse of bird lion thing wearing a black soldier’s uniform. I am sitting in a concrete room with half a wall being punched in.

These are good reasons to be blankly starring at this corpse not knowing what to do next.

Then I made a connection. Maybe I did that, how else did I come here. But what happened before, I could only guess.

The unknown past, the unknown place, and the unknown creature scared me, sure. But after another of these, I guess, Griffons steps in, I turn from terrified to horrified.

He sees the things in the room, and he too – I guess it’s a He- came to a conclusion. With his conclusion, he takes a pistol into his talons.

And shoots at me.

And that is where angry came in. This bastard doesn´t let me explain myself, and takes a shoot first ask questions later doctrine.

How I have enough time to become angry is explained by the bullets stopping in the middle of the air, like time was frozen, for a short while.

How this came to be I can´t reason, I also don´t have enough time nor the condition examine this.

The Bullet flies back to the Griffon. Killing it or him.

“W-what?” Of course, the Bangs of a gunshot aren´t the quietest things. Shortly after that, I hear shouting through the halls. The griffon obviously didn´t close the door before he died. If the next griffon enters this room, they will come to the same conclusion. As the last one.

Did I kill him?

If so, it was self-defence. Making it ethically and judicially defensible.

What am I thinking? I have to go.

So, I step up.

And fall. My breathing quickens even more than before, making it hurt. I quickly try something else.

Picking up the gun, by crawling towards it, well it is better than nothing.

Even though I have no chance against what appear to be soldiers. Except if, reality defying is now a regular thing.

The thing looks like the fucking Mauser. I put it into my pockeeetsssss- I don´t have any pockets. In fact, this thing is as long as half of my arm. My arm, did it always look like that? My hooves? It feels weird. Pulling me away from the situation and panic attack.

Wait how do I even look?

Another shout disturbs me from my train of thought. Two of them now stand in front of me now. And they also fire.

Coming to same conclusion, as the last griffon, as it seems.

Now I have two extra corpses lying in front of me. They look big in comparison to me. I have a guardian spirit or something like that.

I have to flee. I already feel the cold of the outside. Some snowflakes are flying in. Through the hole in the wall. I crawl to the missing wall. I don´t question why there was a hole in the wall. I poke my head out and see …

Guard towers, barbed wire everywhere, I am at the second floor, it looks like a large fall and most importantly there are more of them walking and flying into my direction. One of those Griffons sees me, points at me and screams “A Unicorn. Shoot her.”.

No pressure though.

Shortly after feeling like I am going to be deaf. So much lead getting shot and then catapulted back. There now lay enough corpses in the double digits.

Why did they do it?

What did I do that they just shot at me? And some of them didn´t even shoot and the excess bullets still killed them. Why it even happened too isn´t answered in the slightest.

It is finally silent.

Am I even in danger? Was I ever in danger? With this weird ghost thing protecting me.

I can´t really say that I am save in a military camp that is filled with soldiers. That also dislike me. To put it mildly. I can´t think of it now. I must flee from this damn place.

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Flowery Smile, former florist now forcefully employed by the labour camp, nicely named Camp earth P. Tundra North, is currently walking in the group of ponies moving back to their housing. Flowery didn´t do anything to be here. At least in her opinion. After all the police, had the opinion that she had “suspicious behaviour”.

And without court or something someone with the brain size of pea could consider a court, she went. She only was smiling and happily bouncing around. That´s because it´s her normal general demeanour.

That is probably why she stayed so long in the camp. Not only didn´t the guards like her, but she gave herself the mission to motivate the other prisoners. But with so little free time she can´t help them all.

She had built some friendships. That is why one of her biggest dreams is to play games with her new friends, when they all can enjoy their friendships in freedom.

The game of Ogres and Oubliettes never got finished at home, and new players are always welcome.

She of course like all the others heard the sounds coming from the direction of the admin building.

“Recon hasn´t come back.” Says one soldiers out of ten to another griffon.

The other griffon responds, “Do you know what that could mean?”

And always the optimistic Flowery Smile answers for them “Someone is freeing us!” she screamed happily.

Then not soon after, one earth pony took it as their call. They wedged a pickaxe into a griffon who was standing near them.

This motivated additional angry pony prison population.

The guards couldn´t organize fast enough, they weren´t prepared. The rest fled.

I finally learned to walk. While of course not very fast, I at least got out of the room. I think the corpse was an officer. Probably some high ranking dude, judging from the décor, and the highly decorated corpse. Well not that it matters now. I walk, or better said, sway and wobble my way through the halls.

I open a door and see a griffon sitting at a desk filled with papers, who is drinking some applejuice coloured beverage directly out of a bottle.

“Now do it quick. I´m just the secretary.” He speaks.

“What?” I ask a little confused. Yes, only a little confused.

No, of course I am absolutely baffled. He responds “, I mean "do the job” as they say. I stand no chance against you. I saw what you did outside the window.”

“But I didn´t want to do that.” I´m not even sure if I did that.

“You didn´t?” A pregnant pause hangs in the air for a while. My statement is enough for him to stand up “, lucky me. Now with so few guards remaining, the prisoners will likely revolt.” He takes some things from his desk. “I will get court martialled for this. But I won´t die in this dumpster fire soon to be happening.” With that he leaves the room through the door I just entered.

Didn´t he just state that he is a secretary? A civilian. Why would he get court martialled? Heck if I know. But thanks to him, I now notice, I was going the wrong direction to be heading out. So, I follow his lead.