Present Day...
Moore awoke with a frightened gasp. Looking around, he found himself in a white, rectangular room. "Where am I?" He wondered. To his right, he sees a heart rate monitor to his right. "The heck?" Groaning, he rises to a sitting position, and looks around some more. The PTSD must have gotten the best of him. He remembered collapsing and shaking. After that, it was just that day being lived once again. Watching Johnson sacrifice himself never got any easier. Someone was calling his name, though he couldn't tell who. "Anyone there? Hello?" He called again as he disconnected the monitor, causing it to give a long continuous beep. He leapt on to the floor, and stumbled. "Whoa..." Shifting his weight, he stopped moving and balanced. Looking down, he once again sees that he has his dark green shirt and camouflage pants. Remaining in that stance, he looked up and looked for a door. He spotted one to the far right. "Ok... Easy..." He thought to himself. Exhaling, he moved, stumbling slightly, but able to keep his balance. Looking to the door, he breathed and picked up his pace.
When he opened the door, he noticed a room to the left of him. Inside was his gear, and his combat attire. He grabbed the door knob and shook it. "Locked." He thought to himself. Looking back down the hallway, he can hear distant chatter, as well as some slight panic. "Hello?" He asks while cocking his head and raising an eyebrow. "JOHN!" A familiar voice shouts as something comes through the door at the end of the hall. "John! You're okay!" Noticing the purple unicorn, he gives a sigh of relief. She leaps and embraces him. Moore throws his arms to his side, unsure of what to do. "I was so scared..." She said, tears in her eyes. Moore sighs and puts her down, afterward placing his hand on her head and rubbing her mane. "Easy, it's alright now." Twilight nods and sniffs. Looking back to the doorway, Moore sees what looks like a male version of Applejack (only a yellow coat instead of orange) walking towards them, along with the rest of the girls.
After what felt like hours of tears and "I was so scared"s, Moore was able to walk out of the hall and ask what was going on. The yellow pony he saw earlier spoke up. "We heard some rucus' happenin' over in town, so we headed on over to help y'all out." He lifted a hoof and maintained his serious look. "Mah name's Braeburn. Second in command of this here establishment." Moore took his hoof and shook it. "Staff Sergeant John Moore. 1st Battalion 75th Ranger Regiment of the US Army Rangers." He introduced. "Ah know who ya are. These mares here made sure of that." The stallion replied.
"So what goes on around here?" Moore asked as he loaded his rifle. There were three more clips than before. Twilight must have been recreating them with her magic while he was out. Braeburn nodded to a stallion with a moustache, and walked up. "We take in refugees from all over. We used to do that in town, but the creatures knew it was there, and attacked. That massacre you saw was from this morning, when we tried to look fer supplies." Moore paused, thinking back to that sight. It was so similar to the one so long ago. Why did it have to haunt his memories like this? He noticed his hand shake, and Fluttershy held it. Her eyes carried concern and fear. He smiled and placed his hand on her hoof. "I'm okay... I promise." She nodded, and lowered her hoof, though she still stared at his strongly shaking hand.
Braeburn walked Moore through the area, giving him detailed summaries of everything there. The mess hall, the recovery rooms(like the one he had been in), armories( for things like boots and such), and other major areas. Moore looked over and saw a candlelit spot. Among it, pictures of various ponies and buffalo. Moore cringed. "Is that..." He tried to ask, but Braeburn answered before he could finish. "Yes... that's where we honor those that died. My sister was claimed in the attacks. That's her up there." He pointed to the picture in the top right corner, showing a yellow mare with sapphire eyes. and an award winning smile, tipping her hat to the camera. Moore took the picture and observed it. Turning to Braeburn, he sees Applejack comforting him, as well as a tear run down his eye. "I'm so sorry bud..." She says. Moore sighs and puts the picture back. Just like Iraq, this was tearing apart families.
Just then, a bright flash went off, causing Moore to cover his eyes. "Everyone get down!" He shouted as he wrapped his arms around the mares. "Not again!" AJ shouted as she covered her eyes. "Just shut up and stay down!" Moore shouts. The other ponies take cover as the building begins to shake, causing various items to fall to the ground, either shattering or making a loud noise. The light intensified, as did the quaking and rumbling. "What's happening?" Someone shouted. Moore wrapped his arms around the mares even tighter, he was not letting them get hurt. After what felt like hours, the light finally dimmed, and the ponies (and man) could finally walk around. "Everyone alright?" Moore asked. Fluttershy was shaking, but Pinkie and Rarity instantly went to comfort her. The other ponies checked to other aspects around the area as Moore watched the light recede to a high hill top. There, he could see what looked like human figures...