Chapter 4
The feast begins
As the drop ship doors open and the soldiers come out. The total of them is ten. A Pegasus trotted out and then spoke.
"Ok Venssi wants two chosen necromorphs for his...I don't really know what he does with them but he needs them for some 'tests'." The stallion said.
A unicorn trotted up to the Pegasus with a confused look.
"What kind of necromorphs do we need?" The unicorn asked.
"We need a," The pegasus opened a holographic wall of text that came out of a area around his chest and started reading it.
"We need a aggressive slasher and a hyper active twitcher." The pegasus said as he closed the wall of text.
An Earth Pony wearing a arctic survival suit trotted to the Stallion then spoke.
"Well I study necromorphs, so I might be a good help for this one." He said as he looked at the abandoned base.
"And what help will you be?" The Pegasus asked.
The Earth pony chuckled then he answered the Pegasus's question.
"Well half of you has never been on these kind of tasks nor some of you even know what kills a necromorph."
"Well how do you know?"
"Where is the part of the body that kills a necromorph?"
The Pegasus looked around for a bit. And tried to think of an answer.
He looked back at the Earth pony then spoke.
"Is it the head?" the stallion asked.
The Earth pony sighed.
"That kills feeders...."
"Cut off the limbs and that'll kill them." The Earth pony replied.
"And how do you know?" One of the soldiers asked.
The Earth pony's helmet went off as parts of it went into some place on the suit so it can be stored, he slapped his hoof on his face in frustration.
"How long has it been since the outbreak started?" He said sliding his hoof off his face.
"Twenty years?" One of the soldiers spoke.
"Of course. How many of you even looked at a picture of a necromorph?" He said.
Silence filled around every one.
The Earth pony was about to speak but a engineer raised his hoof.
"I only seen pictures of slashers and I've killed a live one before...Only because it was marked as a useless specimen." The engineer said nervelessly.
A unicorn and three other ponies raised their hooves.
"We've know nearly as you know with necromorphs, 'nearly'." one of them said.
The pegasus looked at the earth pony and spoke.
"Well WheelJack at least they know, same with you."
"Only me and four know so, the rest that have never killed or seen a necromorph are useless." WheelJack said.
Another pegasus trotted to the door and said.
"I'm gonna start the mission because I can't stand to wait here freezing to death." The pegasus said in a annoyed tone.
He put his hoof on to a blue holographic sign said 'open?' as his hoof went near it the door opened.
A stallion was standing in the entrance as the doors opened. The stallion had a pickaxe in his neck, and he was just standing there with a blank stare.
His eyes had no sign of life and the stallion was half frozen with ice on parts of his body.
"HOLY FUCK!" The pegasus said when he saw the standing corpse.
The pegasus gasped and jumped back when he saw the dead stallion standing there.
Then the standing corpse fell on to the snow, before WheelJack and the soldiers could think something walked to the corpse with the pickaxe in it's neck.
The thing violently ripped the pickaxe out of the corpse's neck.
The creature was a stallion wearing mining equipment. The stallion was limp and his health bar on his back wasn't on.
The limp stallion looked up at the soldiers. The stallion's eyes are hollow and glowing same with his mouth.
Others came some were holding axes and pickaxes. They were constantly speaking one word. It seemed like they are poorly saying the word 'speak'.
"Oh shit necromorphs!" WheelJack said as he pulled out his plasma cutter.
The pegasus that opened the door was frozen in horror, the neceromorph holding two axes ran up to the pegasus and violently stabbed him in the neck with one of the axes.
The pegasus's health bar was slowly depleting. The pegasus started gasping for air of the axe that was stabbed in his neck was cutting his air to breathe.
Before the pegasus could make another gasp the necromorph made a demented roar and violently stabbed the pegasus in the muzzle.
The pegasus made a final gasp and was his final word that exited his lungs and he died looking into his killer's hollow glowing eyes that had not even a speck of sanity on them.
The pegasus's eyes rolled back into his head as blood started draining out of his eyes, the necromorph started chopping the dead pegasus's head off.
The necromorph then watched as the pegasus's lifeless corpse fall to the white cold snow. The necromorph was satisfied that he made the kill but to the others who were pointing their weapons saw on their faces was just a blank stare with insanity frozen on their limp bodies.
The necromorphs stared at the soldiers and as the soldiers were horrified yet disgusted of how brutal the kill was.
The necromorph did it without hesitation nor did it even seem to take victory of the kill.
It was like it did it on instant it saw the pagasus. It didn't even think about what to do, it was like the word 'kill' was on it's mind, killing is what it seemed for it to only care about. It would just kill anything it sees. It wont stop that one thing, until it kills it's victim...
Then it moves on to the next and the next after that.
***
I stop my walk and look at my surroundings. I see unitologist writing on the walls and candles are lit.
I look picture spray painted on a wall. The picture was a white mare but her mouth was missing and her eyes were painted like if she or something violently rip them out.
I made a smile as I looked at the picture. It was downright disturbing....
But to me it looks like your average painting in a art gallery. Ponies who aren't infected would ether be startled or nearly vomit.
I should have been scared shitless....
But I can't be scared.
I can't get scared.
I can't feel fear.
But I can smell fear.
Taste fear.
I can feel fear when I'm about to kill something....
I could feel their fear that if they don't make it their life would be over....
But they never make it so their pointless life would be over anyways....
But soon they'll be reborn into the insanity of life after death...
"Ugh. There I go again." I say to myself as I was nearly about to think about our race of true insanity.
And I just realize that, I don't feel enraged anymore.
I don't feel angry, I don't have a urge to kill with such rage in it. But I do and always have an urge to kill.
"Surprise..." I said in shame.
I just hate nearly everything possible, I would instantly hate a new necromorph or just one passing by me.
And Surprise. She is dumb as a rock, she always lets me down, she's never able to do anything right not even making a clean kill, if she was in a fight she would always cower off or I have to come and save her before she gets killed.
But my anger that I've shown her earlier.
I've shown her anger like insulting her, or threatening to end our friendship and kill her. I always saw her with a grin on her face and her attitude was always happy go on behavior. She'd apologize of what she'd did but then when I insult, threaten and leave her alone for hours I'd always see her with a grin and acting like if it didn't even bother her.
Not even the slightest made her feel upset.
But when I left I heard her cry a little bit in the vents.
At first I just blocked it out and moved on.
But now when I think about it, I never saw her cry.
Before we entered in the facility I saw her fake crying. She knew how to fake cry but when the event happened earlier. I always could tell, her 'cries' were not believable even in first glance.
I remembered back when I entered the vent to look at her in my rage and disgust. I saw her mane and tail go straight like pinkie pie did when she was really sad.
As I thought and looked back of what happened and what I did to my friend.
I know I can have anger issues. With mostly everything I come in contact with.
But I think I've gone a little too far with this one.
"Oh Surprise," I said through a sigh.
"If only I had control of being a monster."
And with that I started to head back for one big apology...But this time Surprise in the one who needs to have an apology.
And I wonder.
Can a monster really have a heart?
As I continue to move through this facility as the light in here hardly even occurs nor will I ever see light in this facility and the outside world.
I've been out there so many times I only saw clouds covering the sky and spreading snow on the ground, the snow that falls on the ground that I stand or walk on has been falling for so long.
Still I haven't seen light nor do I remember seeing it or remembering what it looks like.
I tried to search for light but not once not even the smallest speck of light that could be found. it was like just a dream seeing light.
But I can't dream.
I can't remember if I can dream.
I can't remember how to dream.
A necromorph forgets many things.
We forget how to sleep.
We forget how to tell from right to wrong.
We forget what we once were before we became on of them.
We forget our sanity....And the meaning of reality.
We forget how to be alive.
And we forget what it is like not being a monster.
All of these things about me and necromorphs swarm through my mind. I've come to realize that sometimes when I'm alone that I think what we do and what we are and so on.
And a reminder popped in my head.
"Oh yeah....I need food." I say to myself. I nearly forgot about our food crisis.
I have to feast. I need to feast. To stay alive. I know one day if I haven't eaten soon enough I would finally die from starvation.
I've seen necromorphs die from starvation. To us dying from starvation is like.....We think dying from starvation is a pathetic way to die.
At first it wasn't an issue twenty years ago. But when we all realized how much we've eaten.
Hell we've eaten even if we got full.
This issue seems to happen in the crystal empire for arctic necromorphs.
A sent of something alive and moving was picked up.
My iris shrinks and the instinct of hunting instantly fills my body and the erg to kill rapidly grows.
My prey is just ten steps away. I could hear him cursing and panting like if he was escaping from one of us.
"Ah shit....I hope the others are alright, why did I run away from my squad?" My prey said through gasps.
I see pegasi wings. And I could tell by the voice that my prey is a stallion.
I came up with an idea. I could feast on him and give some meat to Surprise.
She did her share into finding food now I can return the favor.
As I stare at my prey cloaked in the darkness I can hear every breath he takes and I could hear every heartbeat from his heart.
I slowly make my way to him not even caring how much noise I make.
He hears me....
he turns around and looks at me.
Before he could pull out his weapon he just stood there frozen if fear....I smell his fear.
As my eyes stare into his and as they stare into his soul which makes his fear grow even stronger.
And my soul....
My soul is dead...
I charge at him and knocked him on the cold hard metal ground and I stand on top of my prey then I start to saw at his wings with my spears that are built with me and which gives me a decent meal and helps me kill prey.
I hear screams of pain as his last wing was cut off.
As blood spills from holes of once were wings now just a sign of humiliation.
I feel his fear that his life will soon be over if he doesn't escape...
But my prey never escapes...
I wont let them...
But the real feast starts now...
As I rip out a piece of flesh of the soldier I gladly heard him scream in pain as I devoured the piece of flesh.
I made sure he stays alive and awake so he can feel more pain.
I stab him with my spear on my left hoof in the stomach, I started tearing it open and started feasting on his stomach.
As the flesh that I eat brings satisfaction as it touches my taste buds and enters my stomach.
I smell his fear of undeserved death.
I stare him in the eyes and so did he.
He looked at my eyes.
My eyes have pure insanity stained on them as the show no sight of sanity nor sign of being Equestrian.
Then I stabbed him yet again then went back to work.
I ripped out a lung and started devouring the piece of meat.
The soldiers heath bar finally ended and a noise came sounding like a heart machine will give when some one dies.
I get up.
I finished my feast.
But I still need more.
More food.
I need to feast.