This place was truly Hell on earth. The screaming of ponies with bullets in them, mixed with the screams of those still fighting. The bullets could be heard slaming into biuldings, crashing through glass, and even cutting through chests and uniforms. Blood soaked towels hung from ever corner of the room, New ones would be brought in by cart every few minutes. There were flys everywhere.
amongst this chaos was Corporal Redheart. She was no stranger to death, or to open wounds. Nor was she a stranger to combat either. If it was here choice, she would be a Corpman. Somepony who faught and treated, but that position was only for stallions. The thought of it simply pissed Redheart off, that was the only way to put it.
" Nurse, we got another one coming in!" A soldier said from the door. She looked up to see three stallions in desert combat unifroms walking in. Two of them were supporting one in the middle. Redheart looked down and saw that his back legs were soaked in blood.
" What happened?" She yelled as she cleared a table. She literaly threw guns and ammo onto the floor. GI's always leaving their stuff everywhere.
" Grenade Ma'am." A soldeir said laying the stallion onto the table.
" I was with him, just didn't see it coming." The second soldier said. Redheart was now leaning over the soldier. She was ripping apart the seems of his pants legs. She had to throw a few metal armor plates out of the way, but she eventually found the wound.
" This doesn't look pretty, but I can manage." She said as she examed the shreaded tissue. She looked up to hear some kind of response from the soldiers, but they had already left.
" You were lucky they were with you." Nurse Redheart said to the stallion on the table. He gave her a weak smile. She took out a few different needles and began looking through a cabinet of vials.
" Pain killers... Pain killers" She said to herself. She was looking for them, but she couldn't find them at all. They were essential to stablizing a patient. Without them this poor pony was in for one hell of a procedure.
The nurse was still looking diligently when she heard a mass amount of screams from outside! She heard more gun fire than usual and she also heard the sounds of...barking! Redheart galloped over to the window and flung it open. What she saw would be engrained in her memory for life.
There were hundreds of them. They ran on all four legs. They fired wildly into the air and into mass amounts of ponies trying to flee. The soldiers providing security tried their best to repell the savage dogs, but they were shot down or tackled and devoured!. There was screaming, cursing, loud bangs... and with every second the Diamond Dogs drew closer to the hospital.
Nurse Redheart truned around and looked at the pony in the bed. He looked back at her with fear in his eyes. He could tell by the noise, by the look on Redheart's face what was happening. The rest of the staff tried to block the doors. They pushed everything they could find up against the windows and entrances. Those who weren't in were shot, stabbed, and bitten till death.
There was banging on the doors. AK fire could be heard from a few rooms over. There was a mass surge of ponies out in the hallway. The Nurse could do nothing but sit and wait. She and the pony on the table starred at each other until the time came. They both waited for their deaths.
Nurse Redheart heard the claws of dogs on the wooden floors. She saw three ponies being shot in the hallway. She could feel they were close. She saw a figure appear in the doorway. A gun was raised and soldier on the table closed his eyes tight. The nurse saw as a single tear was shed before a hole was blown clear through his body.
His lifeless figure fell to the floor with a thud. More tall, thin, menacing figures entered the room. They fired a few more rounds into the soldier. They made their way to Nurse Redheart. She felt the cold clamp of their paws on her. She would not fight, she was no fool. She had nothing to fight with. She could do nothing as they threw her down. She tried her best to roll away, but she was to late. She was able to look up just in time to see the butt of a rifle come down onto her head.
Galloping To Hell
The Story Of Squad North Star