Our Little Comrade

by treresident

Ch 2 Escape and First Contact

Author's Note:

Here it is my second chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
Not as much Russian as in the first chapter but there is still some. Again I apologize if my Russian isn't perfect and I tried my best to give the English translations.
I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day. Peace

The beast pounced but Sergei fell down on his butt before the monster could swipe his head clean off his shoulders.

‘Fuck that was close!’ Sergei thought

Sergei was scooting back as fast as he could to put some distance between him and the monster, however just when he was about to get up and run he was tackled to the ground by the beast. The monster had one of his paws pinning down his left shoulder and one of the beast’s claws was digging into his shoulder.

Sergei let out a scream that was deafening to anyone nearby and startled the beast enough for Sergei to scramble out of there. He ran as fast as he could with blood seeping out of the one hole in his shoulder. Our comrade tried to reach up with his right arm but found he couldn’t move his arm at all. He looked to see that when he fell he had dislocated his right shoulder.

"Черт, что, черт возьми, это чудовище? Бли, что чуть не оторвал мне руку, и теперь я не могу даже снимать эту чертову причину моего плеча. Блядь!!!" ,(Damn, what the hell is that monster? Damn thing nearly tore my arm off and now I can’t even shoot the damn thing cause of my shoulder. Fuck!!!), Sergei said

He spotted a cave up ahead and decided to lay low in there while he tries to put his shoulder back into place so he can defend himself from the monstrosity. He leaned up on the cave wall a little ways away from the entrance as to not give his pursuer a good view of him. He waited for what felt like hours but was only a couple of seconds in reality to see whether or not the monster was still chasing him.
When he thought he was safe he decided to try reset his shoulder. He quickly realized that there was no way he was going to be able to reset his shoulder without help, at least not anyway he knew how.

‘Damn I’m stuck In this cave with an immobile arm and a fucking freak of nature out there trying to eat me for dinner.’ Sergei thought to himself, ‘Well I guess I stand corrected this place might just be hell.'

Since he can’t move his right arm he made a make shift sling for it by using the strap to his PKM to help him from damaging his shoulder anymore. His left shoulder was on fire and still leaking blood and staining his black fatigues. He sighed in relief that he was still alive and that he got away from that beast with one of the most girly screams ever. He was not proud but he was glad he was alive all the same. That was until he heard a growl come from the mouth of the cave. His blood ran cold as soon as he heard the menacing growl. He turned to the source to see the monster from before with its lion’s body, scorpion tail, and weird leathery wings.

‘Shit!!! It must of follow my blood trail and my scent!’ Sergei thought.

Not wanting to die Sergei patted himself down to try and find something useful, forgetting where everything was on his person for a moment while he kept his gaze on the beast in front of him, all the while the monster crept up slowly with a smirk that just looked as if he has finally cornered his meal for the night, however what the monster doesn’t know is that our comrade here has an ace up his sleeve. Sergei finally found what he thought was a frag grenade. He pulled the grenade off his vest so that the pin was still attached to the vest and shoved the grenade into the open maw of the beast. The beast instinctively closed his mouth upon having the grenade shoved in but Sergei managed to get his left hand out before the beast could bite off his hand. Sergei then instantly got to a crouch and rolled on his left shoulder out of the way and laid flat on the ground. He counted off the seconds in his head but he didn’t hear the bang that was supposed to happen, instead he heard what he thought was a muffled pop and turned back to see what had happened.

When he looked back he saw smoke pour from the creatures mouth and nose before the creature in a panic ran away from the cave as fast as it could. Perplexed Sergei looked down to his vest to see that in his mad rush he accidentally grabbed one of his smoke grenades instead of a frag grenade. Then when the reality struck him like any sane man he laughed so hard he sounded like he should be institutionalized.

"Вау…. Что…. Был…. Везучий",(Wow…. That…. Was…. Lucky), Sergei said between laughs.

When he finally calmed down he looked to his surroundings and saw that it was just starting to become daybreak. He could hear a river off in the distance and decided to head in that direction to try and get some water and maybe clean out his wounds.

As he walked he noticed that even though the sun is out this forest seems creepy as hell. He took note of that he saw no animals on his travels probably scared of him and all the noise he was making with his gear clanking all around. He didn’t mind though he was losing way to much blood to care about the noise he was making. He had hoped that after he gets to the river he might be able to follow it to a nearby town or something but he had to get there first. After another 10 minutes of walking he finally reached the river. When he finally laid eyes upon it he collapsed from exhaustion. He painstakingly crawled over to the river on his hands and knees and slurped up as much water as he could.
When he finally had his fill he sat back on his heels and inspected his left shoulder or more importantly the hole in his left shoulder. He saw it was still leaking but wasn’t as bad as he thought. The wound only went in about 2 cm and it had missed any veins and arteries in his shoulder.

‘Man am I lucky that whole thing could have been a lot worse’ Sergei thought

The beaten soviet fell back onto his butt and let out a sigh. He couldn’t do anything to his left shoulder at the moment because of his right arm in this makeshift sling, immobile. After relaxing for a couple more minutes Sergei got up on shaky feet and proceeded to follow the river south. After an hour of walking (with many breaks in between to catch his breath) he saw a small homely cottage with what he thought might be a tree growing on top of it.

Наконец укрытие, некоторые, где я могу отдохнуть и, возможно, найти кого-то, чтобы помочь мне или отвезти меня в больницу",(Finally shelter, some where I can rest and maybe find someone to help me or take me to a hospital) Sergei said to himself.

He walked up to the door and proceeded to knock with his left arm. He could only knock twice before his arm hurt too much and had to put it down and lean against the house for support to keep himself from falling.

“Hello, who’s there” came back a very small and timid voice.

‘English go figure, well at least my grandfather taught me enough to get by’ Sergei thought.

“Yes, hello, I need help, shoulders are hurt badly, can barely stand.” Sergei said in a heavy accent with hints of pain laced through.

*Gasp* the door opens so fast that Sergei has to keep himself from getting in hit in the face and getting knocked out.

“Dear Celestia, you sound hurt here let …. me ….help ….you.” said a buttercream colored pony with a soft pink mane whose voice started to trail off at the end.

Sergei’s and the Pony’s eyes widen at the sight of each other and then due to the blood loss and the shock of seeing a talking pony he finally loses consciousness and fall down face first with a loud Thump.

“Oh my usually I’m the one to faint in these situations.” The pony said before it chuckled nervously.