Like a Bullet from a Gun

Spelling in the title is intentional

After nearly half an hour of solid walking, they reached Gunr. Recoil's downed plane. They did not like what they saw.

The plane was split into three main pieces, the cockpit, the remains of the cargo bay, and the tail section. The surrounding area was ablaze, and some of the nearby trees had caught fire, and were spreading. Fast. Inside the ruins of the cargo bay, Alex could see the outlines of many wooden boxes, which he assumed to be the weapons cache.

"Connor! Search the cockpit area. Me, Daniel and Rhod will search the cargo bay. Get it done, boys."

He was met with a chorus of "Yes, sir"s and they proceeded to search the aircraft. The only sound was crackling flames, until a worried Connor shouted out.

"HOLY SHIT!"

"What is it?!" asked a worried Rhod.

"I've found Recoil!"

"Great! Is he in good condition?"

"Umm, yea. Apart from the fact that his head is missing!"

"Oh my god..."

As if the day could get any worse. They had been catapulted into an unknown land (Alex had refused to believe Rhod), their planes had been reduced to mangled scraps of debris, and now their Gunnery Sargent had been decapitated. Peeerfect.

"Ok, we will give him a burial at another date, but come on. We need to gather some supplies. WHat is in these crates anyway?!" Alex said, using a piece of scrap metal to barge open a crate.

What he saw nearly made his mouth drool. In the crate there were 4 M4A1 Assault Rifles with Acog Scopes, 2 SIG Pro Handguns, 2 M1911 Handguns, and 1 M107 Sniper Rife. There was also ammo for each gun respectively in the other crates.

"Come to papa!" Alex said as he reached into the crate, grabbing a M4A1 and a SIG Pro.

"Gimme Gimme!" shouted Connor, as he grabbed a M4A1 and a M1911.

"Daniel just reached in and made no noise as he picked up a M4A1 and a SIG Pro and all that was heard from Rhod was and nearly inaudible squeak as he picked up the M107.

"Do you think we will ever have to use these?" asked Daniel.

"I certainly hope not. But if we do, we must only use them in self defence. If something attacks us, we attack it back. If something doesn't attack us, we don't attack it. Is that clear?" said a responsible Alex.

"Yes sir!"

"Now come on, lets get some ammo for these!"

After the squad had searched the wreckage, they started to make their way back to where the jets had crash landed. The fruits of their labour had also resulted in them picking up a box full of matches, which would come in handy. The dirt path they were walking on was very rough, and it occurred to Alex that maybe not many people went here, if not any. The path was lined with shrubs and bushes, and when he looked up he could see gigantic trees, and the canopy was very thick, which gave the forest a very deathly glow. When they reached the wreckage though, Alex was not happy with what he saw. It looked like as if something had been here and mover the debris around, and this was confirmed as he saw what looked like dogs footprints, but much, MUCH larger.

"Stay frosty" Alex whispered to the rest of his squad.

As they entered the clearing where their planes had crashed, they heard a rustling in the bushes behind them. They all turned around, and they were not happy with what they saw.

It was a dog, but it was gigantic. And by gigantic, I mean about half the size of a room. It was joined by what looked to Alex like a pack. But the most disturbing fact to Alex was that they were wolves, made out of timber. Timberwolves.

"Shitshitshitshitshitshit." squeaked Rhod, as he was the only one who knew what was going on.

Then Rhod remembered. The matches! He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a few. He lit them all at once, and said

"Come to papa, doggies."

Rhod approached the wolves, matches in hand, and with a swift movement, he stuck a match up the lead dogs nose. Within seconds, you could smell smoke and the wolf went into a fit of hysteria. It's friends panicked, and fled the scene as quickly as their legs could let them, while their leader was slowly and painfully being burnt from the insides. The wolf let out a blood-curdling howl, before collapsing into a heap of burning mess, just like the wreckages of the jets.

"Rhod, may I ask how in hell you did that?!" asked a confused Connor.

"It's just because I'm more intelligent than you all, nothing special."

Rhod was met with a crowd of angry looks and death stares.

"Only a little bit better..."

Still the fowl faces and the death stares...

"OK FINE! We are all equal..."

"Thaats better!"

"What the hell were those things?!"

"Timberwolves," replied Rhod. "Wolves made out of timber."

"I could have never ever guessed that from the name." said Connor, sarcastically.

"Okay, enough bickering. Lets get some shit done!"

After the loud noise and the crashed pegasi objects, Canterlot had sent out a multitude of guards to surround Ponyville. They were not to allow anything out or into the city.

"Celestia, do you really think it's necessary to surround the city when an injured animal is in there?!" asked a very concerned Fluttershy.

"I'm sorry sweetie but we just don't simply know what that animal was. For all we know it could try to destroy Ponyville!"

"I guess you are right in someways, but it was injured! All of them were injured! Surely me and my friends could go on a search party!"

"I'm sorry Fluttershy, but that would just be too dangerous!"

Fluttershy looked up at Celestia, and proceeded to do a puppy dog face.

"Oh come on!"

When Fluttershy added a little squeak in to finish the act, Celestia finally gave in.

"Ugh! Fine. But if you get hurt by it or worse, you cannot blame me. Understand?"

"Yes, princess."

They then heard an earbursting howl come from the forest, and Fluttershy's idea soon caused even her to worry.

"Celestia, I have to go and gather up my friends for the search party, so bye. Have a nice day!"

"You too, darling."

(Celestia's Head) 'Ugh! Why do her puppy dog eyes have to be so cute! *sigh*'

Later that day, the squad had managed to stop the timberwolf's ashes from setting alight, and had gathered the remaining wood from it's body to set up a campfire.

"Ugh." said Alex as he looked down at his stomach. "I'm so hungry..."

"Me too!"

"Me three!"

"Me four!"

"So, what are we gonna do for food then?"

"Well," suggested Connor. "We could see if there are any rabbits around. I don't know about you but I loooove rabbit. And Apples! We could see if there are any apple trees nearby!"

"To be honest Connor, I think it's more likely to find a rabbit in here. All the trees are the same, they are all bland; nothing special about them."

"Speaking of rabbits..." said Daniel. "There is one over here."

"Really?!"

"Yep. Hold on."

Alex did not even have the time to say "Stop!" before Daniel reached into his sidearm pocket, got the gun out and shot the poor bunny right between the eyes.

"Why in hell did you do that?!"

"You wanted rabbit for dinner, I got you rabbit for dinner."

"Bu- I- Sho- Ca- Ugh. I guess you are right" sighed Alex.

"See? I told you I have the best ideas!"

"Yeah right! Remeber that time where you thought spotted an Iraqi camp down below, and it turned out to be a big bush that you dropped bombs on?!"

"Oh, umm. Yea. I had to have eyedrops put into my eyes that morning! I couldn't see properly!"

"Yeah yeah..."

After constructing some sort of spit to roast the rabbit on, they dug in. Because they were all so hungry, the rabbit tasted much better. Rhod had said it was "20% Cooler than normal rabbit!" for some, strange reason. Anyway, after eating, Alex looked down at his watch. It had just turned 6:00 pm.

The squad decided to relax and get their energy back. It was all going well until they heard faint voices and footsteps.

"Get up into the trees!" Alex said, a hint of worry in his voice.

The squad ascended the trees faster than any other living creature could. They were all worried that whatever it was that had spoke was hostile, or if it had weapons.

What they saw enter the clearing made Alex, Daniel and Connor question their sanity, and made Rhod feel like a little kid in a toy store.