Equestria was lost

Butterscotch and Caramel entered their unicorn relative's home.

"Caramel! You look nice!" She said. "How long's it been? A week?"

"About a month." Caramel answered.

"Damn! That long already, huh? Time sure does fly when you're fighting those fuckers off, huh?!" Her grandmother said. Caramel only nodded in response. Her grandmother's constant profanity always made her uncomfortable. An awkward silence filled the room for a moment.

"Well, uh... How about you too go make yourselves at home, and I'll make some sandwiches or something." Butterscotch smiled, placing a hoof on his daughter's back and directing her to the living room. They sat down on the large, cotton sofa, and waited.

Butterscotch's mother entered the room, levitating a tray of sandwiches and drinks in her magic. She sat the tray down on a coffee table in the center of the room and sat down.

"So, how have you been, mom?" His mother chuckled.

"How have I been? Tired as hell! I had another three of those things try breaking in through my back door." Butterscotch turned his head toward the door in question. It was blackened and chunks of wood around the frame had been torn away.

"Why's it look like that?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah!" She laughed again. "I didn't feel like grabbin' my riffle, so I threw a Molotov at those sons of bitches! Fire got inside a little bit, but I put it out before it did anything major." Butterscotch bent down and picked a sandwich up off of the tray before him.

He turned his head toward his daughter. She was staring off into space, looking bored as ever. He nudged her.

"Oh, uhm..... Uh, it's nice to see you again, grandma." Caramel met her father's gaze again. That seemed to be what he nudged her for.

"It's nice to see you too, hun. I was gon- OH WAIT! I almost forgot!" The unicorn mare sped out of the room and disappeared for a moment.

"Hey, dad." Caramel whispered.

"What?"

"I've always been confused by something. Why am I a Pegasus, but you're an earth pony and grandma's a unicorn?" Butterscotch thought for a moment.

"I'm not sure... Genetics? Your grandpa was an earth pony too." His mother returned.

"Here it it!" The unicorn levitated a wrapped something into the room and sat it in front of Caramel. She only stared at it for a moment. "Well, go on!" Her grandmother insisted.

Caramel tore a piece of the paper off, revealing a solid metal something. She tore another strand off. Then another. Once all of the paper had been removed, a large sniper riffle sat on the coffee table.

"Wow..." She said. He grandmother was impressed with herself.

"Celestial Guardian ASW338, military grade!" She said. "Variable zoom, night vision scope, camcorder sight and a hair trigger. Automatically adjusts to target's range and compensates for wind resistance. This thing can knock a colt off his ass from a mile away! It'l blow a bigger hole in your head than a grenade launcher at point blank!!" Caramel's eyes widened as she lifted the gun off of the table. It was pretty heavy.

"Thanks, grandma." Caramel seemed pretty satisfied with her gift. She turned it onto it's side and took note of every detail of the gun.

"Why don't you go test it out?" Her grandma asked.

"Really?!" Caramel was visibly excited by her gift now.

"Sure, why not? Clean my lawn off for me!" She joked.

"Thanks, grandma!" She turned to leave.

"Ops! Wait!" The mare left the room again. Moments later, she returned with a steel tube. "Suppressor. Don't want to be attracting more of them, ya know?" Caramel nodded, snatching the barrel from her grandmother and running up the stairs excitedly.

"Where'd you get your hooves on something like that?" Butterscotch asked.

"Aw, your father used to obsess over weapons. I told him that they wouldn't do shit for him. Guess I was wrong. Poor bastard died of a heart attack a month after you were born."

"I know, mom." Awkward silence filled the room once again. She quickly tried to make up for the previous comment.

"Uh, ya know what? He was really a good guy. Pretty bad ass with a gun too. He'd set up those firing range platforms outside  and see how fast he could get through them. He was always pissed when he went back and saw that he missed a target." The two laughed.

(TICK)

Butterscotch walked over to a window and pulled back a curtain. About three or four dead bodies lay sprawled about the ground outside.

"That suppressor works pretty good." He said.

"Hell yeah, it does!" His mother replied.

(TICK)

The scalp flew off of another passing colt. His body slammed against the ground.

"Caramel's a pretty good shooter. You've been teaching her?" She asked.

"Not really. That's all her." Butterscotch replied.

"Damn!"

Caramel descended from the upper floor. Her sniper, slung over her shoulder.

"Well, that was fun." She said. Butterscotch smiled at his daughter.

"Good to know." He replied. "Well, mom. We're gonna have to get going. We're low on food back home so I was thinking about some grocery shopping."

"Hey, no sweat. Let me give ya some things." His mother replied.

"No, no. You're alone here. You can't go out looking for things when ever you need to. There's two of us. Trust me, we're better off doing the scavenging."

"Butterscotch. You get your 'Get it done' attitude from your father. Alright. Have a nice day." She hugged her son. Then her granddaughter. They all said their 'goodbyes' then the two left.

During the walk home, Butterscotch decided to start a game.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yeah." Caramel answered.

"Okay. Round one. It's big."

"Well, that's helpful! Uh, Equestria?" She asked.

"Nope."

"Um... Our house?"

"Nope." He replied.

"Okay.... I want to say...... The city?"

"Not even close." He teased.

"UGH!" Caramel groaned.

"Round two." Butterscotch began. "You can't touch it." Caramel thought a little longer before she spoke.

"Lava?" She asked.

"No."

"Uuuuhhhhh....... Lightning?"

"Ha! Well, you can't touch that, but still no."

"Oh come on!" Butterscotch laughed again.

"Okay, okay. Final round. It affects the water."

"Oh my god! Really?! Why can't you make this simple?"

"Because then it wouldn't be a challenge." Butterscotch joked.

"Okay...... The wind?"

"You can touch the wind."

"Ugh! Uh... Currents?"

"You're not even trying now."

"Fine! I give up! What is it?" She asked.

"What does princess Luna control?" Butterscotch asked.

"The moo- OH COME ON! REALLY?!" Butterscotch burst with laughter. "I feel so stupid!" Caramel shouted. They rounded the corner and headed down the street to the super market. "I can't believe you!" She shouted.

"Your face was awesome! It hit you like a train! 'Uh.. The moon?' That was awesome!" Her father teased. They passed by a few empty vehicles. Some had the doors ripped off the sides, while others seemed to have been abandoned after what looked like a crash. A large parking lot came into view.

"This is it." Butterscotch said.

The parking lot was completely infested with the creepers. They stumbled back and forth, some singing, some talking. Butterscotch unsheathed his machete again.

"I'm going in there. I need you to cover me. Only take out the ones that are near me, or else they'll catch on. Once I'm in I'll signal you. I'll provide cover from the second story window." Caramel nodded. She pulled her radio from her saddle bag. She then perched herself up on top of a dumpster, her sniper drawn.

"Alright. Here I go." Butterscotch ran around the back side of a rusty looking fence. Caramel kept track of her father through the sight on her riffle. Her radio went off.

"I spot three off to my left. Do you see them?"

"Yeah, I got 'em." The trigger was pulled. The creepers near her father dropped to the ground. He Continued along side the building. A creeper snuck up behind Butterscotch. Caramel quickly took him out. She noticed that her dad had jumped.

"That was a little close there."

"Sorry." She replied. About seven kills later, her father had made it inside.

"Alright. Now you."

"Right."

Butterscotch monitored his daughter through his riffle's scope. She followed a similar pattern up to the side of the building. A creeper had seen her and was waiting around the next corner for her. The creepers insides were sprawled all over the wall seconds after being spotted. Caramel stopped about halfway to the door. She picked something up off of the ground.

"What are you doing?!" He whispered.

"I found another one of those recordings." Butterscotch's eyes widened.

"Cool, cool. Okay, get inside." The yellow filly obeyed and entered the building.