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// Part 2: Chapter 6 
// Story: The Conversion Bureau - The Last Human 
// by Maxis122 
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~The Conversion Bureau - The Last Human: Part 2: Chapter 6~
~By Maxis122~


I began to regain consciousness, slowly instead of quickly. My head was buzzing with a tone sounding through my ears. I could feel a subtle strike of pain in my arm as I began to open my eyes. My left eye cracked open first and I looked around the new alien room. A droning sound became louder and louder in my ears as I began to get my hearing back. A smell of wet paint was in the air as well, along with the sounds of tree’s swaying. I could occasionally hear the sound of a bird tweet as it fluttered about, looking for its nest in a rapid hunt for food.

My eyes began to focus on the white room around me, everything was so basic. I turned my head a little to see a window that was partly opened. For a moment a robin flew down and landed on the edge of the window. It sounded its voice for a second, looked around and then shot away again. The serenity of everything was relaxing, the peace was unrivaled as I lied alone. My head then turned back to the center of the room where there was the main door.

I attempted to get up, but the pain in my body was still rather strong, constricting my movement. With being able to only move my eyes and head, I felt weak. Considering how strong I had been all the way up to this point. The memories of what had happened just before then came back to me. The bullet, the explosion, the fall. And those creatures that were chasing me. They almost looked like ponies but they weren’t. Their eye’s didn’t look right and the sounds that they made as they cornered me. It was like they were ready to make me into a human happy meal. 

Something about that just made me cringe inside, the feeling of the entire area. The people who were there, or what was left of them. Were they survivors? Was it recent? All of these thoughts and idea’s plagued my mind as I lied helplessly in my bed. With no ability to move and pain being inflicted upon me whenever I tried to move, I was stuck. Constricted even. I then found myself getting tired all over again. So I let my heavy eyelids fall. But just as that began to happen, I heard the door open with footsteps entering the room.





My eyes opened again on the same scene, the same smells. But the outside was different, the sun was setting now. How long had I been sleeping for? I swore it was only a few minutes, but I guess it could have been hours, judging by the sun. My eye’s searched the room again, looking for anything else in the room. The window had been shut now, but I could still feel a slight breeze coming through the room. 

It was then when I began to realise what situation I was in. As I looked down to my body I could see the immense burns that had been inflicted on me. There was a heartbeat monitor showing my low pulse as it fluctuated about, not setting itself at a steady pace. But instead going faster and slower. After a few more moments I then began to notice that there was something else in the room that there wasn’t before, something that I had failed to notice after waking.

As my eyes turned over to the left I could see this new thing, for a moment I thought I was dreaming, that I was in a different place. Was I dead? If it is then it’s a pain to have to carry your last injuries. But I felt something, a old emotion. Something that was pulling at my sanity as I stared at this other being. 

“Hey there” It began, with a feminine voice, “Looks like you're coming around”. My eyes then adjusted and focused on her. She was human. Could it be true? Another human? I began to frown in confusion as I examined her face. It was rough, a little dirty, but still human. And since the last human face tried to kill me, and I killed him instead - I was still a little skeptical around the species. Even though I was one as well.

“Hey...” I said with what little strength I had. Even to get a simple reply out seemed to be a chore. I looked into her eyes, human eyes. Though I had come to realise that human and pony eyes were very identical. I blinked for a moment and then brought my hand to my face.

“I’m Tracy” She introduced with a smile, “What’s your name?” 

“Max” I said, deliberately avoiding my sir name. I then pulled myself up so that I was eye level with Tracy. I blinked as a flash of darkness hit my eyes, and then it disappeared. Questions, loads of questions began to flick up in my mind. “Where are we” I asked, as my vision floated over to the window.

“We’re at Camp Banat, Eastern Romania” She said. I then began to notice her American accent. Strange, but when I came to think about it, it wasn’t really. 

“How the hell did I get to Romania?” I said aloud, out of all the places to send me - why in Celestia’s name did she send me here? For some kind of solo quest. Or just a lucky shot. 

“I don’t know” She replied, even though that was a rhetorical question, “That’s what we want to know”

“We?” I asked aloud again. I seriously have to stop doing that.

“Us, at Camp Banat, want to know the same thing” She answered. I nodded, taking in the information, and then acknowledging the facts at hand. Here, beside me, was a living breathing natural human. In a human based camp at the edge of Romania. Romania is also the pace where all of the dragons were dumped from Equestria. And Celestia sent me here by... accident?

“Do your superiors want me to talk?” I asked. She then put on a devilish smile as she stood up and pulled out a 9mm pistol, aiming it right between my eyes.

“No, Mr Max, they expect you to die” She said in a sarcastic tone. For a moment I was frozen, heck, I might have even shit my pants. Five minutes awake and something is already trying to kill me again. This fear subsided as she began to laugh casually, I joined in, although in a less confident tone. She then put her pistol back on her hip and looked at me with a grin on her face.

“Umm...” I hummed, still looking rather scared. She then rolled her eyes and sighed.

“James Bond? No?” She implied. I then took the idea and realised what it was. Nothing more than a joke.

“Yeah... heh heh” I chuckled. She then began to walk towards the door, but she stopped just before she got out. 

“We’ll talk again later Max” She assured, even though I’m not sure that the feeling was mutual. “Get some rest” She then closed the door and walked away. Still stunned by the fact that someone drew a firearm on me, I was picturing the current situation in my mind again. There were more humans. That was something that was becoming more and more real as I thought about it. 

I could now hear everything going on outside now. As trucks began to roll into the base. Probably coming back with supplies from their daily loot. Or maybe they had hunters looking for fresh meat. Ready to feed the hungry mouths around this camp. But how many were at this base. Ten? Twenty? Hundreds? Thousands? I might get some more information later on, but for now I guess I will have to wait. I then began to drift back to sleep, figures that I would get tired so quickly.





As I awoke again, another thought shot into my head. Derpy. Where was she? As my eyes opened again they met with the same scenery, the same walls and the same sounds. But now it was pitch black outside. How long had it been this time. Was it still the same time? I pushed myself up and felt the pain still hitting at me with every movement. God, I don’t think I could get used to this. But as I got to a full sitting position, I then realised that my arm was wrapped in a cloth, along with my torso and my leg. I pulled the covers away to find out about the latter bandages.

Looks like the fire soured right across my right side, scorching everything. I don’t think that those creatures escaped alive, seeing what the edge of that blast did to me. I swizzled myself around and let my feet rest on the ground. This looked like I was going a bit too far with trying to walk so quickly, but I hated having to wait around for ages in a bed. I’ve done enough time asleep already. 

My feet then came in contact with the stone cold floor. The feeling rushed through my feet. Parly pain on my right leg, but a sensation on my left. Hell, I couldn’t tell which feeling was more powerful. But as I stood up the pressure began to lift from my bed and get bestowed upon my legs. Again, my right one seemed to be taking more of the pain, so I adjusted myself so my left leg got more of the weight. My vision then turned to the door, just a few steps and then I would be out of this room. I prepared myself for a second, and then stepped forwards.

Instantly a surge of pain struck though my leg and I fell down to the ground, grasping the bed as I went down. I swore under my breath as I then began to crawl towards the door instead. The pain wasn’t as bad this way, it was much more manageable. And, with this new tactic under way I then arrived at the door, grabbing the handle, I pulled myself up. Again, I was on two feet, still under the weather and quite tired. I spent a few seconds catching my breath before I then stood back and opened the door.

Success! I was now at the door. A mighty three meters had been traveled. I then looked back into the room, only then to notice the wheelchair on the other side of the bed. Sighing, I struggled to get back into the room and get onto the wheelchair. This would certainly make things a lot easier. I moved forwards and out of the room. With this new found speed I moved down the hallway of this building and to the exit. It was a simple fire exit door so I was able to push the bar and get out. 

Outside the building, was a camp with high fences along the perimeter, and beyond that was a thick forest. There were watchtowers at the entrance guarded by men with machine guns. A defined dirt track moved through this gate and made the way for the rest of the camp. There were bunk houses lined across the road filled, and there was an array of trucks and vehicles parked on the side. They even had an armored transport unit, armed with a fifty caliber machine gun. There was also a transport helicopter with miniguns on the side. Everything military seemed to be American.

“Like what you see?” Came the familiar voice of Tracy from behind me. I turned my head quickly as she had been able to sneak up on me.

“So all of this time you have been hiding out here” I guessed, scanning the whole place again.

“There’s about thirty registered personal at this base, all trained in a variety of skills” She explained. “We’ve got a security set up and the entire place is hidden in the middle of this forest. We are safe in here”

“Where did you get all of this stuff?” I asked.

“We found most of it, also we found a mechanized unit that had been sent in to fight the Equestrians. But they found out about what was going on around the world, and they then decided to go silent” She explained, and then she gestured over to the chopper. “One of them flew that chopper over there. He was part of a looting mission yesterday, but he died at the same plant that we found you outside of”

“Do you know how he died?” 

“He, and others were ripped apart by something” She said. “Worst of it is that he was the only one who knew how to fly that thing, now it’s just scrap metal waiting to rust”

“Damn” I sighed.

“In a world like this, pilots don’t just come out of nowhere” She said mournfully as she moved forwards. “Not one’s like him”. I then began to pick up on something in her tone, something familiar.

“Did you know him well?” I pressed softly.

“Know him?” She said before laughing a little, “We knew each other very well. So well, in fact, that we...” She then stopped in her tracks, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry” I apologized, rolling back a bit.

“It’s alright, you wouldn't have known” She assured me as she then turned to get behind my wheelchair. She then grabbed it and turned it back towards the door. “Anyway, you need to be getting your rest. You've got some talking to do tomorrow”

“Just when I was getting some fresh air” I mumbled. We then rolled back into the room and I got back into my bed. She then sat on the wheelchair and looked at me again, sustaining a new look of curiosity.

“So what did you do, before the end?” She asked.

“Me?” I thought about the question for a few seconds before replying. These next few words probably had for of an effect then I would have ever been able to comprehend. But then again, this was a desperate world we live in. And I guess my skill is something you don’t come across just by luck. So I let the words roll off my tongue, and float into the air.

“I was a pilot”