Grey blue and purple

Pain.

No, not pain.

Amethyst felt absolute agony when she regained consciousness.

She didn't scream.

She didn't yell or shout or even groan in pain. Instead she bit down on her tounge with more than enough force to draw blood.

She can't afford to scream.

Doing so would only bring monsters.

Amethyst stood, or at least tried to. Instead she merely collapsed back on her flank. The pain in her skull made it difficult to concentrate.

Noise.

Why was there so much noise?

Some pony was yelling, some pony close.

Gritting her teeth Amethyst willed her body to move. It protested of course. With every step she took it was like shards of glass was poking around in her skull. Making every second that passed merely unbearable.

Yet she pressed on.

She had to.

No, she needs to.

Something was wrong, she knew that munch and if that alone was true it was her job to protect the ones close to her.

Outside was noisy.

There were shapes, many different ones moving about. Some big, some small, some had grey objects wrapped around their necks.

She couldn't see.

The realization alone hadn't had the time to fully register. Not when she saw two colorful shapes not far from where she stood.

Grey and Blue.

She couldn't see them, but Thier shapes and colors alone were similar enough to identify.

Grey was yelling. Standing between a munch larger shape and Blue, whom looked to be down on his knees. Looking to be gasping for breath. The crown nowhere to be seen.

At least until a glimmer of light caught the mare's eye.

Looking past the two she saw the said cursed object held in another's grasp. From the lack of cold temperature and blue sky she assumed no one had worn it yet.

Good.

With the most dangerous threat out of the way Amethyst turns her attention back to the others.

Only to see Grey get a knee to the face.

For a moment everything was still.

Amthyst watched someone she considers almost like a sister collapse to the ground. Before she even touched touched the floor Blue was up and lunging at the man. Only to be swatted aside as if he weighed nothing.

Something began stirring inside the once normal mare.

Anger?

Rage?

No, it was worse, something far more ancient. Something that lurks in the deepest darkest depths of a pony's mind. Something great, something powerful.

Something blood thirsty.

One step felt like a thousand, one swing of a hoof and jaws that connected to someone's throat felt more natural than breathing air. The blood that began to splatter on her face felt as if she was simply dabbing herself in face paint.

Nothing more, nothing less.

The sounds of shrieks filled her ears. It created a sort of inner peace she never in life experienced.

Something was piercing flesh, her flesh to be more exact. Not that she cared. Pain no longer had a place in her mind. No, instead all that was, was action.

She moved,

And she moved to kill.

She was vaguely aware of other things.

A flash of red and grey. The feeling of cold rage that filled the air around them as clouds began to form

Amthyst was killing,

And a small part of her took comfort in knowing that she wasn't alone.

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Maria survived the bomb.

She survived the nuclear radiation that came with it.

She survived the mutated creatures that came after it,

And she survived while two of her best friends and husband left her for dead.

Even with all that mind watching a young grey girl with an axe, an old man that seemenly took joy in freezing everything around him, and a dangerous looking pony rip people to shreds is something she never imagined experienceing.

Munch less being rescued from said trio from a life of enslavement.

Once the bad guys were dead everything seemed to calm down. The axe girl wiped her forehead clean from sweat and blood. The old man took a break in laughing his head off before taking off the crown that rested on top of his head, and the werid looking pony riddled with bullets holes stood stock still. Her eyes glossy and unfocused. Upon noticing it the other two quickly rushed to her side. Checking over her wounds with worried tones and gazess. Yet the thing looked to be doing just fine.

At least until it collapsed to the ground.

"Is she breathing?"

Upon hearing said question the werid looking girl put her ear to it's chest. After a tense moment of silence she signs nodding her head.

"It sounds pretty strong if you asked me".

"It should be impossible to survive with injuries like these".

"Simon you got implaeded last week from tripping over a banana peel. Then there was the time I broke my leg from trying to run away from a packed of ravage dogs. Only for it to heal completely a day later".

The one named Simon blinked.

"Well I suppose you have a point".

The girl rolled her eyes before turning back to the pony.

"Besides If anything I can feel her soul as strong as ever. I'm pretty sure she isn't dying anytime soon. None of us are".

"We're not invincible Marceline".

"No, but we're pretty hard to kill".

Looking around her Maria notices the others looking too afraid to speak up. Most likely shaken from what they witnessed moment's prior.

She sighed.

She knew that what she was about to do was just asking for trouble. Still she owned them alot and her grandparents taught her that debts are paid in full. Plus with them around the community might fair alot better dealing with the monsters and Raiders that come their way.

Even so the higher ups will definitely have her head.

Well, at least she'll go out making her grandparents proud.

"Excuse me?"

By the time the words left her mouth she had an axe aimed right below her neck. The girl Marceline if she heard correctly looked like she was seconds away from ending her life right then and there.

Maria gulped.

"I might know someplace alot safer were you and your friends can rest".