Death Only Comes Twice

Death Only Comes Twice

Mini-Chapter 1: General Static Over The Air Of The Past

The radio crackled with weak signal as it sprang to life on the Generals jacket “Your team had their chance General HSSsss, the infection has reached critical levels. You can’t stop it and you know it.” The general grit his teeth at the voice he did not recognize. Another pain in his side, other than the stench of the undead and the smoke bathing the entire town, effectively blocking the light of the moon. The only light illuminating the town was the fires started in the bloodbath.

“Who the buck is this? This is a secure line.” The general firmly stood his ground as he let off a shot into the dark alley way, neutralizing another of the infected that littered the streets. Countless and endless walking ponies and fillies, or what was left of them…

“Just a concerned pony of course, nothing more. Look General, you’ve done all you could and it wasn’t enough. Goodbye General.” The sound of jets incoming to the town overpowered the static that overcame the radio, sending a horrified look on the face of the General.

“Faust help us all.” The words slipped out of his mouth into the warm bitter air, losing themselves over the cries of the ponies being slaughtered. The bombing began, crumbling the town to pieces, fire added onto fire, as the dirt blew off the land and into the air. Manehattan was being blown to hell, and the survivors left in it.