After the noise that the already lost Rainbow Dash created, the city of Manehattan was nothing more than a dump, a dark dump. The lamp posts were either dim, or destroyed. The windows were shattered, buildings damaged, some were buildings beyond repair. Even the Essex building collapsed into disarray. Underground, however, was untouched from the damage.
"How're you holding up? Vince?" A voice whispered through the underground.
"Fuck, my leg hurts." Vince whispered through.
"It's not my fault, I'm rusty with magic...well, unless I'm making dresses." The voice said.
Vince begins to talk louder, "Well, maybe you should start using your magic to heal my leg, I need medical attention! Man, I wish Constance was here. She knows how to fix me up like brand new." Vince starts to get side tracked from his talk.
"Look, Vince, I'm only here to escort you to Ponyville to discuss what to do with this evil." The annoyed pony shouted.
"Fine Fine, hurry up then. What was your name anyway? I forgot." Vince apologetically said, not really.
"Rarity..." She answered anxiously.
The begin to move on through the underground until they see a light.
"We have found the exit!" She said, excitedly.
Both begin to run towards the light, only to see that the light was actually a fire that a group of stragglers created. To their disappointment, they walked past them and try to find a manhole. After six hours of searching, they haven't found a manhole so they decide just sleep and find it tomorrow, when it's morning.
The next morning, the a flash of light came down on Vince and Rarity as they awoke; accompanying a march of footsteps. It then proceeded to darkness, then some light, then darkness. They had found a manhole cover they've been looking for.
"What the hell is that noise?" Vince questioned Rarity with anger from the rude awakening.
Vince begins to open up the hatch and peek what's happening outside. A strange pony with some leather and a mechanical hoof, used for gripping. Vince started to squint to see what he was seeing. As his vision becomes clearer, the pony has a weapon slung over its back.
[What the hell is going on? I'm probably still drunk or something. Maybe if I grab hold of one of those weapons, then maybe I can use it.] Vince thought to himself.
"Don't even try it, kid." Rarity whispered as she woke up, "You'll never even get close to them. Besides, they're Discord's minions."
"Discord?" He replied.
"Yes, but it's not safe to talk here, we have to move." She said
"But why not?"
"Because it's not! Would you rather get killed by these mongrels? I'd rather not. I know I don't want to die in here."
The argument started to become louder and more revealing than it should have. A huge man with a disgusting mug; as if he had been through Hell, back, then through it again. Then probably through Hell a couple more times just for the Hell of it. Did I mention that I love saying Hell?
Anyway, the huge man grabs places his hand onto the pony stabbing through the neck. Vince watched the whole process go, like an unfunny episode of new Spongebob, not laughing. Rarity began to peek, but was soon shocked and fainted. Screams produced in the now God forsaken city, screams of the rich as they saw the death. Everyone starts to run away from the man as fast as they could, however, something much worse approaches.
A line of thirty ponies, the same as the recently dead pony mentioned earlier. All wearing leather clothing and a mechanical hoof. They had set up a row of machine gunners to defend themselves if that man were to come.
"Sir! I see something in the distance!" A voice called out.
"Shoot 'em! All of them!" Another voice commanded.
"But sir--"
"Fire!"
The machine guns began to fire upon the denizens of Manehattan. All dying as they came closer to the machine guns. Unable to escape, they took the bullets in front of them as one by one died. A voice from behind the guns was heard, but it was no use. Nearly all of the denizens have died from the unrelenting guns of death. The voice, still calling was trying to attract the attention of the one in charge.
"Ceasefire!" A voice shouted.
Everyone started to stop firing as soon as they heard the pony. In the aftermath, no pony survived the massacre. Not one sliver of life was shown after that.
"Holy shit, they're merciless." Vince said, in shock.
Vince decided to keep his head down and hope that the man won't find him. He picks up Rarity and continues walking, into the darkness.
As they walk into the darkness, Frank comes into mind. Frank walks along the deep darkness and bumps onto an unknown object. The darkness begins to shake and Frank comes to from the darkness.
As Frank comes to, he sees a familiar pony under fire; a Pinkie Pie.
"Frank! Frank! Get up! We gotta go!" Pinkie Pie screamed.
"What the hell is going on?" Frank asked as he awoke from his coma; lighting a cigarette.
Frank starts to stand up, looking at his barrings and was almost shot. Pinkie Pie drags Frank down into cover and starts give him a weapon. She pulls out an M202 FLASH
"...the fuck? How the hell did you get this? In fact, is this loaded? Or real?" Frank questioned.
"No time, just do it! It'll be fun!" She answered, in a creepy way.
[How realistic is this supposed to be? I really hope the author ties up loose ends as this story moves along.] Frank thought to himself, then looks at the author in disgust.
Frank stands from his cover to see who or what he needs to destroy. He sees some ponies firing at him, angry and fearless. He begins to point at the enemies and fires four shots. Four rockets fire at once instantly destroys them. in a bloodbath.
"Shit!" Both Pinkie Pie and Frank said simultaneously.
Frank then begins to fall back into a deep sleep, with his cigarette still in his hand.