The Equestrian Civil War

I wake up, once again, in this hellhole. I've been in here for a little over a week, and haven't eaten anything at all. I think that their trying to starve me to death. I also think that is what their doing to James, the only other known Human in this world. I really think I should explain what has happened over the past week.

After getting over the initial shock of meeting another human, I asked his name, He says his name is James Dublin. I told him that my name was Dunn Davidson. We exchanged quick greetings before a guard yelled at us to shut the hell up. we talked when we could, but he wasn't able to tell me the escape plan. So that pretty much sums up my first week in the land, supposedly called "Equestria."

"All of the guards are gone, you ready to discuss our little plan?" James asked me

"Yea, I'm ready. let's hear it." I say back

"Alright, the first thing we need to do is distract the guards. Make some noise, scream, I don't care. Once they come into the cells, kick their muzzles as hard as possible, or if its a unicorn, kick their horn. We will drag the bodies over with our feet, then proceed to find the key on them. Once that is done, we will, again, use our feet to grab the key, bring it up to our shackled hands, then unlock our left hands with our right, then our right with our left. Once freed, grab the spears off of the guards armor. Take the key, and free as many prisoners as possible."

"Got it. so, when do we start?"

"Now."

Directly after that one word, I start kicking the walls, shaking the shackles, and screaming, with James doing the same. Guards Immediately start rushing in to try to shut us the hell up.A unicorn guard runs into the room, spear at the ready, he gets right in my face and starts yelling at me to...

"Shut the FUCK up!"

The moment he says that I kick him right in the middle of the horn. It breaks off. He screams in pain, and falls to the ground, a look of complete agony on his face. I hear another scream from the cell next to me. James got his guard down as well. I kick the unconscious body over a few times, looking for the key. I finally find it on his right side. I proceed to use my feet to lift the key off of the body, use my feet to put it in my hands. I then unlock the shackles. With my hands free for the first time, I stretch my wrists and fingers, and hear a satisfying popping noise from the fingers. I rip the spear off of the guards armor and walk out of my cell, and so does James. I see him for the first time He has tannish skin, blonde hair, a face that looks like it hasn't been shaven in a long time. He has a fit physical form, so he was probably military.

He looks at me for a minuet before asking a question that I was expecting him to ask.

"What the hell happened to your leg?"

"Had to cut it off in my last operation, it was trapped under a few hundred pounds of stone rubble." I casually tell him. "Its a saddening story, I know, but I was killed after that, or at least I thought it was. How did you get here?"

"Well," He starts "I was in Afghanistan and my Humvee got taken out by a Taliban RPG. All of my squad died instantly, and me only a few seconds later. How did you go?"

"My left leg was cut off, me and my squad had to get into a civilian vehicle to escape a Russian Chopper, but it followed us. One of my SquadMates, Rucker, shot it down with an M320, but it crashed right in front of us. We swerved to the left, right into the Ocean. We sunk for a while, but on the way down, my right leg got stuck in the seat. I told Rucker to shoot out of the window. He did, but it killed me. The worst thing is not knowing if the rest of my squad is still alive out there."

'Wow, you went through a lot of shit."

"You bet."

"Let's get back to business"

We start franticly running around the prison, freeing everyone in our area. Most of them are NLR, but some of them are actual convicts, but we release them anyway. Some guards that heard the commotion came running down to us, but me, James, and a couple others silenced them. Forever. Once their blood was on the spears and floors, we urged some of the other prisoners to grab a spear. Once some more prisoners have a spear, we all charge up the stairs, taking out many guards, but also losing some prisoners in the process. We advance through more hallways, killing more guards, and losing more allies.

"Behind you!" I hear James yell to me. I quickly turn around just in time to dodge an incoming spear thrust toward the back of my chest. I sidestep the spear, and stab the guard through the throat, letting him choke to death on his own blood.

It takes us some time to find the armory, and luckily it has our gear in it. All of my suit, rucksack, M1911, M16A3, and some ammo. James also grabbed similar stuff, accept that he had an M4. Some of the other prisoners grab some swords, armor, and even some maces.

"How do they hold those weapons?" I ask James

"Well, I don't give a flying fuck. Its a world inhabited by sentient ponies, so I guess anything is possible." He replies back.

"Good explanation." I mumble under my breath.

We all rush through the castle, looking for an exit. After some time, we finally ring the frond exit, but its barred shut.

"Shit!" I yell

"Don't worry" James says. "I got this." He pulls out a piece of C4 out of his pack. "Last one I got left." James places it in the middle of the door, takes out the detonator, and blows the door. The guards outside look stunned, but quickly come to and start rushing us. I load my M16 and switch it to full auto, putting several bullets in many guards. They are losing their morale very fast, seeing that I have a brand new form of weapon to them.

We take all of the guards down, one by one and sprint to the castle gates, and I see this city for the first time. It is built on the side of a mountain, defying all laws of physics. I look around for possible escape routs, but I only find one. A roughly 500 foot drop down into the lake below.

"Theres only one way out." I start to say to the escapees, "We need to jump into the lake down there." I point to a lake below us. "Who's ready for some swimming?"