Blue faith

YOU CANT DO THiS!"

The voice of Olmon's father roared as he stared into the eyes of a masked individual. A crowd of survivors surrounds the pair as they too cried out in shock And Desperation not wanting it to be true.

The guard simply shook his head.

"Im sorry, but it's either that or you can all leav and starve to death".

Olmon's father leaned closer. His eyes boring into the man's soul.

"Do you even realize the words coming out of your mouth?! If we do as you say we are no more the monsters then those things outside this bunker. Can you live with that? The knowledge that you doomed a dozen or more people to die all because of your sick and twisted rules?!"

The guard didn't respond.

At least not verbally.

Instead he aimed his rifle right betten the bigger man's eyes. His finger slowly closing around the trigger as he spoke.

"Whether I like it or not those are the rules".

Olmon's father didn't back down even when hs wife and children begged him to. No, instead the long time veteran and mow ex law enforcement merely shook his head in disappointment.

"That right there and why we already lost".

The guard fired.

Striking a young Hispanic woman that looked to be several months pregnant.

The screams that followed was something Olmon could never forget. Nor the eyes of the dying woman as she gasped. Her husband Begging and sobbing for anyone to help her.

To help thier child.

Only to be cut off as a bullet pierced through his neck.

For a moment there was silence,

And then all hell broke loose.

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"What's your name?"

Flitter tilted her head. Starring at the human in front of her with a look of expectation.

He ignored her.

"Leave him alone Flitter it's clear that he isn't in the mood to talk".

Cloud mutters to her sister. However most of her focus was stitching up the wound on his shoulder. Being slightly deeper then they expected the blue mare decided that it was better safe than sorry.

"Where did you come from?"

Ah it seems that her warning was ignored.

"Flitter".

Groaning the younger mare sat on her flank before crossing her hooves. A look of disappoint mixed with frustration echoing on her face.

"He's the second human I've seen! I'm just curious".

"Did you kill the last one?"

The room fell quite.

From their expression it was clear that both mare's haven't expected such a question.

However from the look on his face they knew that it wasn't a joke.

"I've seen ponies do it before. I've done across entire group of ponies torturing one of us. Burning, drowning, tearing limbs apart slowly while using thier magic. Some even used spells to make lost love ones appear as if they weren't just butchered to death. Then they will make the person watch as the hallucination die repeatedly by their own hands. Each death being more grusonme and vivid then the last. All while the ponies simply sat and watched. Laughing as if it was the funniest thing in the world".

He paused eyes haunting as he slowly lifted his head to gaze at Flitter.

"They always laughed".

The silence that followed was deafening.

Flitter opened her mouth, only to continue the silence as struggled to figure out what to say.

Fortunately Cloud was quick to intervene.

"Your wound should be alright, now all that's left is to gather otr things and leave as soon as possible".

Flitter tilted her head in confusion.

Olmon was munch the same but hid it well.

In a world like their's there weren't many places a human can hide. Much less two ponies who are clearly being closely watched by those who follow the crown. As such the only thing that came to mind was a few places that Flitter long forgotten.

If that doesn't work there's always plan B.

However that was merely a last resort. One that there's was no coming back from.

"I know a place'.

Once again all eyes were on the human.

Olmon on the other hand was already in the process of moving. His footsteps almost utterly silent as he moved with purpose. Intending to get somewhere safe we're he can rest and plan for the next day that will surely come.

Only to be stopped by a blue wing.

"There's another way".

Cloudchaser points. Leading Olmon's gaze towards the kitchen we're Flitter proceeds to open the basement door.

"There's a secret route that can take us pretty far into the city. The only catch being is that once we make it out we have of knowing of the ponies we might bump into".

Olmon nods.

It was dangerous no doubt, but it was a far greater risk then simply risk exposing yourself for a long period of time.

"Very well".

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Black gasped before struggling to stand.

Only to find himself unable to as the body of his partner laid on top of him.

Groaning Black attempted to use his magic. Only to find himself to weak to do so. Gritting his tooth the stallion resorts to using his hooves. A tactic that managed to finally get the job done after a bit of pushing.

Getting to his hooves slowly Black looked around. Only to see that the occupants were no longer home.

Looking down at his partner Black kicked the useless dead pony.

Weak.

All of them.

The human was gone and so was his new friends. As such it was up to Black to right the wrong that was letting such an abomination walk among them. Ah yes once he completes said task the crown herself might reward him in ways he only dreamed of. He might even be worthy enough to become her own personal slave of pleasure.

Black smiled.

Now it was time to do a little hunting. The kind he was oh so familiar with.

The difference?

He might get a challenge.