The Equestrian Civil War

Darkness, that is all that is left of my world.

"A-Am I dead?" I quietly whisper to myself "Can't...fucking...move"

I start to slowly open my eyes, the light blinding me. I see that I'm in a forest, surrounded by trees

"What the hell... where am I? I thought I was killed in that car." I say, pain filling my body as I try to move my limbs.

"Rucker? Irish? Anyone? Can anyone hear me?" I yell into the woods as I try to stand up. I make it onto one leg fine, but I can't get my left leg on the ground. Slowly looking down to it, I remember that I had Rucker cut it off when it was trapped under the rubble.

"Damn"

I look around, remembering my training of what to do if your stranded in the wilderness. To my left, I spot my M16A3, in Mediocre condition. I also spot some M67 frag grenades, and about 15 feet in front of me is my rucksack that has all of my ammo in it, along with some other necessities. Checking my sides, I feel my M1911 in its holster.

"Phew, all of my equipment is with me, but what do I do about this leg?" I look to my left, and see a stick, just the right size for a makeshift leg.

"Well, a beggars not a chooser." I say, a tone of annoyance in my voice. I find another, shorter, stick to bite onto, and shove the stick into the nub that used to be a foot and an ankle.

"mmMMMMMPPHH!" I scream, the stick muffling my scream of pain."Well, that hurt"

With my newly found peg-leg, I start walking through the forest (after picking up my gear) I tread on for hours upon hours, slowly making my way around the forest.

"Alright" I say to nobody "How the hell did I get here" I know no one is going to answer , but I just say it anyway.

At sundown, the forest finally starts to get thinner with each hobble, but I'm exhausted.

"I hate having to sleep in trees overnight, there so hard, but being a soldier, you will quickly learn that you need to adjust to any situation, no matter how you feel about it."

I wake up the next morning, feeling very stiff from sleeping in that god forsaken tree. As I open my eyes, I see the strangest, creatures down below me, they look like normal wolfs, but are made of wood.

"What the hell? What are those things? Am I hallucinating?" I say, a small tone of fear in my voice. I fumble out my sidearm, that shoot one of them in the head, right in between the eyes, its face exploding into splinters, while the other ones bolt away in fear, both by the load noise, and by one of their hunting partners, or something, being killed.

"Well, were not in Kansas anymore." I say. "I never thought I would say that, but here I am, saying it to some god forsaken wooden wolf.

I trudge on for about 3 more hours before finally reaching the end of the woods, and seeing a medieval style village ahead of me. I go into a prone position, look down my rifles 4x scope to scout out the village.

"seems very...colorful." I whisper to myself "strange." I keep scouting out the town, seeing no civilians, or military presence, for that matter. I slowly start to get out of my prone position, my temporary wooden leg making it difficult. I creep closter to the village, crouched down in an attempt to stay somewhat stealthy.

I don't spot any civvies, probably scared them into hiding by the sound of my gunshot. I creep around alleyways for a while, looking for any sign of life. Nothing has seen me yet, but I haven't seen anything, either, which makes me uneasy.

"Where is everyone?" I say to myself, with a worried tone in my voice.

"MONSTER!" I hear a feminine voice scream. "MONSTER! GUARDS COME QUICKLY!"

"Shit, I think she means me, I look behind me and see... a horse? No, too small to be a horse, a pony maybe.

"Shit I say as I sprint off, and suddenly, all of the ponies are out of their houses in the streets and whatnot. they all start at me, mouths agape in astonishment, or fear, I can't tell which.

"There it is!" I hear someone shout, I look behind me and see two ponies in golden armor, chasing after me with spears poking out of their shoulder pads.

I start sprinting as fast as I can, with my stick leg slowing me down. I attempt to throw stones and pebbles at the guards, but i can't look behind me without slowing myself down to the point where i'm almost in tackling range for the guards.

"Stop right where you are, or we will have to use force!" I hear one of them yell. I can't tell which one, mainly because I can't look behind me without slowing down.

I keep running for about 5 more minuets, and notice that my makeshift leg was starting to fall out of my nub.

"Fucking shit!" I say as I can feel all of the painful turning of the stick in my leg.

I keep running for another 3 minuets, and the stick finally falls out of the nub, and my leg wound reopening, spewing blood everywhere. I fall over, and start to crawl away.

"We got 'em." I hear one of the guards say to the other. They walk, or trot, up to me and kick me over. They are the last things that I see before the world fades into blackness once more.