"We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender." - Celestia.
"What do you mean, 'You don't believe in it'? It's not a myth, it's true!"
"Ah mean, 'Ah don't believe in it, Scoots! Ah honestly don't care for it." Applebloom told Scoots. They walked through the dry ruins in their base, but Scoot cared for the least. "How can you not believe in it? It's awesome! Well...it use to." Scoot says.
"Exactly. Now, leave me alone. Got important business to attend to." Applebloom says.
"Sorry, but you heard Twist. You have to take us to Surburbia. I have to follow you. And Spike takes care for Sweetie Belle." Scoot says.
"Why are you telling me this?!" Applebloom asked angrily. She noticed that her anger started to get the better of her, do she took one deep breath, and let it out.
"Fine. Once Spike is done healing Sweetie Belle, we'll take you to Surburbia, then you'll leave...me...alone." She says. Scoot nods and waits. When Applebloom does move, Scoot follows. "You not going to stop, aren't you?" Applebloom asked.
Scoot takes a deep breathes, then shakes her head in response. Applebloom sighs, but saw Spike coming from the distance. He held his Tommy truly, but gently set it down. He grabbed a mini pistol from his pocket and face the handle towards Applebloom. "You might need this." He says.
Applebloom grabs the gun, and loads it with bullets. "Um...you sure carrying guns is a good thing?" Scoot asked.
"Yeah, here." Spike says, bringing a pistol from his pocket. He hand it over to Scoot, and she observed it. "A Desert Eagle? Isn't this to powerful for me?" She asked.
"Why you being such a kid? Start acting mature and man up." Spike says.
"He's right. Remember, the world is dangerous out there. Unless, of course, you don't want to go." Applebloom teases.
"N-no! We can't leave without you!" Scoot yells. Applebloom scoffs in laughter and looks at Spike. "My Colt M1911 is working perfectly fine. Though, you are low on bullets on this one." She says.
"Fine. Here. Have your magazine." Spike says, throwing a case of bullets towards her. She catches the cane and sets it in her belt pocket. "You guys! I'm ready!" A voice calls out.
They looked to see Sweetie Belle, almost healed up, and ready to go. "Aye. Come on, we got to get on that train. It's at the other side of town. Once we're there, we look up any storage locked up on that train. Take you through the snow, and meet the fallen Crystal Empire. Find the hidden city, and drop you guys off there. Got it?" Spike asked.
"Uh, yeah. When does the food come into place?" Scoot asked.
"Be lucky your alive." Applebloom says. The two walked to the broken sign, leaving Sweetie Belle and Scoot behind. "I don't understand those two. We've been more friends with her before this war started!" Sweetie Belle says.
"Amnesia, remember? All we have to do is get on her good side, and that would take mental notes and casual bullet holes to get there." Scoot says. They follow the duo as they left Sweet Something Apple or whatever. When they got at least a block away from Sweet Something Apples, Scoot skipped towards Spike. "Yo! You heard the name Twilight Sparkle, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, but she left me cuz she said that the world was 'To dangerous'. Past week or so, she hasn't come back. Went to look out for her, but wasn't able to find her. Probably dead. Dumb unicorn. Told her that, without me, she'll die. Rumor says that she did suicide." Spike says, not changing his normal tone.
"Heh...and she's the Element of Genreosity?" Applebloom asked with a smirk.
"Magic."
"Whatever."
Spike smirked when she said that, but his smile faded when he saw the mark on her right eye. Applebloom blew her hair to the right to keep it hidden, not caring if Spike looks at it. "Over there." Applebloom points out a building.
They nod and head into the building. It was old, dusty, and the wind made it even look older. The pieces were filled with webs, the floor creaked every minute or so, and the curtains were ripped from their places, covering a case. But upstairs, a whole different story. "Search the place. Find any supplies that are useful." Spike says.
They nod and split up. Spike looked under the curtains to see the case. He opens it and finds a beautiful hoof-made shotgun. It was a buckshot. A buckshot is something used to hunt deer. Any it was made for that. The rounds looked a little to big for a regular shotgun shell, and the end was double barreled. It showed off it's golden design and wooden architecture, and Spike carried it. "I'm gonna call up you Buck." He says with a smile.
Scoot looked in the kitchen. She checked the cabinet to find a machete. Sharpened nicely, but dirt around the handle. A little rough, but good and stable enough to use. She put it in her knife pocket and checked the fridge. "Expired...expired...oh! Beans!" She says with a smile. She stuffed it in her pack and kept searching. She searched another cabinet to find a mouse trap. "Morons." She says,
Applebloom checked the living room. She looked under the couch to find a lighter. Had only half a fuel, but good enough for a month. She stuffed it in her pack, and searched the fireplace. She found burnt wool, still usable, but might not last long. She stuffed it in her pack and kept searching.
Sweetie Belle, however, had to look upstairs. Four rooms, all completely unlocked. She checked the first room. It was dark, dim, un-breathable, smelt like dead bodies. She slowly head in, her voice cracked, and her throat dry. "H-hello?" She called. The room responded with a creak and the sound of dust falling. She head in, taking her time. Her right hoof hit something metal. A loud CLANK was heard. She squealed in fear, but calmed down when it was covered by another curtain.
She moved the curtain to find beans. Expires in five days. She stuffs it in her backpack, and keeps looking. The room showed little to no light, covered by wooden planks blocking the window. Luckily, she saw a key. It shined on her eyes, blinding her a little, but was enough for her to go near it. She looked at it, dusty, old, and has a heart hanging on a rope. She opened it see a mother, a father, and a child. She sighed...was it worth looking at other memories?
She set the key in her backpack, and checked the second room. A regular bedroom, cleaned, and breathable. It was empty, and not worth looking besides the closet. She checked in there, but a corpse fell out. She squealed in fear, and it smelled rotten. Old, green, old blood, tongue half-eaten, and pupils stabbed with arrows. It was disgusting.
Sweetie Belle...uh...pushed the corpse and searched the closet. Clothes were either too big, or something ridiculous enough to get them killed, but she was able to find 3 pairs for each one. She stuffed it in her backpack and went to search the third room.
Remember how I said that all four were unlocked? I lied. Theirs three that open.
Sweetie Belle sighed since the door doesn't open, and decided to check the fourth room. When she opened it...BANG!!
Sweetie Belle hid to the left side of the door, as the door flew open. "I KNOW YER OUT THERE!! STOP HIDING CHARLES!! COME IN HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!!" She heard.
"W-what?! I'm just a filly! Stop shooting!" She yelled, covering her hearts from the shot.
"LIES!!" She heard again. This time, she finally decide to listen. This voice was feminine. Southern accent, and not a good view at what she looks like. "I KNOW WHAT YER HERE FER. YER HERE FOR MY DAUGHTA!! Well...hehe....YOU AIN'T HAVIN' HER!!" She heard again.
This time, the shot was blasted at the wall, barely missing Sweetie Belle's shoulders. She needed someone to here this gunfire. So...
...she decided to scream.