Call of Cutie: Black Ops II

My body was pained. My wings? Broken, but I love Starlight, and I refuse to leave her side. It was painful to see her lying there, cold on the ground. Was she.....dead? Only time will tell, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect her body, dead or alive. The zombies just kept coming, and it was getting difficult to hold them off with only my bare hooves, since they had broken my wings. That didn't stop me though. Nothing can stop me from protecting the mare I love the most.

I started rebuilding the barriers surrounding Starlight, hoping that they would hold off the zombies until I could find out where Fighting Horrors and Orange Cream were in this hellish world. "FIGHTING!" I screamed, desperately hoping that they'd hear me, "ORANGE! GUYS! STARLIGHT'S DOWN! I NEED HELP!" The door slammed open, and four ponies ran out of the mist.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?! YOU NEED TO GET TO SAFETY!" A dark-coated colt screamed, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the door.

"NO! I refuse to leave her!" I yelled back, struggling to get away. "She needs me!"

"WE'LL TAKE CARE OF HER, NOW GET TO SAFETY, DAMN IT!"

I slipped out of his grasp and ran over to Starlight, who was being guarded by the other three ponies. I slowly and softly kissed her, fighting the thought that this may be our last, and she won't remember one second of it.

"I...I love you, Starlight. I'm so sorry we had to say goodbye like this." I said, beginning to cry. I followed the colt to a run-down bus.

"Take this, it's an Olympia. It's cheap, but until we can get you a good gun, you'll have to deal with it." He said, handing me a shotgun with the name "RUSSMAN" carved in it.

"Russman?" I said, slowly realizing what was happening. "We're.....we're in Call of Cutie!"

"Call of what now?" Russman said, scratching his white beard. "Look, kid. I don't have time for this shit. There's a horde out there, and you're one of the eight survivors. Now kill the zombies!" Russman ran back into the bus depot.

Eight? If there's eight of us that means that...

"Shadow!" Fighting Horrors said, landing in front of me. "Dude, you'll never guess where we ar-"

"Call of Cutie."

"How did you...?" He said, shocked that I could comprehend all of this. "Where's Starlight?"

"S-she's....dead." I said, tears blurring my vision. "And I couldn't save her."

"Oh....dude I'm so sorry...."

"But....let's just focus on something else right now, like protecting the other mare. Losing them both would be....horrible. Where's Orange Cream?" I asked, looking around the bus.

"She's on the roof, I'm teaching her how to aim." Fighting said, flying back on the roof. I struggled up to the ladder, careful as to not brush my wings against anything.

"I think I'm starting to get the hang of this dumb shooting thing." Orange said, holding the gun up and slowly aiming. She struggled to shoot one zombie, meanwhile Fighting had taken down several. I decided to give as much effort as I could, the thought of these horrid things killing my marefriend practically killed me. I was furious, therefore went on a mad rampage.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR KILLING STARLIGHT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I shouted and the zomponies.

"Starlight.....Starlight's d-dead?" Orange Cream said, dropping her gun and beginning to cry. I stood there silently, focusing on murdering the creatures.

"I tried to save her, but the zomponies broke my wings and I couldn't fight anymore."

"I...I can't believe she's go- AH!" Orange Cream shrieked, falling down. Fighting ran over to her and murdered the zompony that killed her.

"Orange, get to the bottom of the bus, NOW!" He screamed.

"I....I can't move!" Orange Cream cried. Fighting Horrors picked her up, flew to the bottom of the bus, and gently put her down in the back of the bus. He came back up and scouted the roof silently with me. He could tell I was dying inside.