I was greeted by broken cameras protruding from the walls, which, despite their shattered lens, were always pointing at me. Infront of me was a ladder which led to though some shaft protected by grating with a lock clearly visble. Since I didn't have the key, I blew the lock off using the gravity gun and much to my suprise, the whole grating collapsed. Without hesitation, I put the gravity on my back and climbed the ladder.
It led to a small, unlit wooden shack which was separated into two smaller rooms. The second room's doors were missing and I could see some sort of town, even darker than the shack itself. Since I had no flashlight, I was hesitant to go there but since I haven't seen any other ways, I reluctantly entered the town. A faint scream and crying was heard in the background. The street I was currently at had all but one building locked up - an old barn with several wooden boards nailed in instead of a door. It also had a tree nearby which had something hanging from it but I was unable to see what it was. My curiosity got the best of me and I stepped closer to get a better look.
I saw the upper half of a pony hung by a rope in an advanced state of rot. Turning my attention from this disturbing sight, I went closer to the barn, removed the wooden boards with the gravity gun and then went inside. As odd as it may seem, it was quite well lit and had all sorts of tools but one thing that caught my attention was the presence of propane canisters and saw blades. Why would anyone leave things like these lying around? A sudden shiver went down my spine as I heard a moan from somewhere nearby and I immediately took out my pistol and turned around.
There was no one there, just me, my weapons and my fear of random sounds in a well lit building. But then, something grabbed me from the side. It was a zombie, the same abomination I saw when I was on my way to the airboat. Trixie killed most of them since I was no good at shooting but now, I was alone. I broke out of the zombie's grasp and shot it's head a bunch of times. The thing on it's head blew off and the zombie was dead. Suddenly, I heard more moans and instictively reached for a pistol magazine in my pocket. Since they were empty, I tried to think of a way to defend myself and then it hit me. Why can't I take a sawblade and hurl it at them? If it won't kill them it's atleast slow them down. I tossed aside my pistol, took out the gravity gun and pickup up a sawblade with it. Upon aiming it at a zombie, I pressed the primary trigger and saw the zombie being split in half by it as it flew and embedded itself in a wall. More zombies shambled at me from the second room of the barn and since there were many more sawblades then zombies, I had no problems defending myself.
Upon clearing both rooms of zombies, I advanced through the barn and saw a hallway which led to another part it. I dispatched the zombies which resided in that part as well and then kicked open the only doors in the barn. I saw yet another street, but this one had an odd, bladed contraption just a few meters away from me. It also had numerous alleys and buildings, which, upon closer look, weren't lockup up like the previous ones were. As I entered the street, I heard zombies moaning but since there wasn't anything I could throw at them, I ran to the contraption.
It had a large. circular blade attached to a motor with a lever to start it up. I laid down, pulled the lever and waited. Like expected, zombies started shambling towards me but the contraption proven to be quite useful at keeping them at bay. After seeing no more of them, I pulled the lever up, waited for the motor to come to a complete halt and then got up.
After looking around the street for a while, I saw a catwalk with conveniently placed wooden boards, providing me partial access to upper parts of the Ravenholm. As I followed them, I eventually got the rooftop of some building. Then, I saw something that concerned me. A zombie, unlike any I have ever seen before, climbing up a pipe that led straight to the rooftop. Then, I saw even more of them and since I once again had nothing to throw at them, with no ammunition for my pistol, I started panicking. Then, I heard someone scream at the top of their lungs.
"WHO WANTS THE FIRST SLICE?!?" I wasn't sure if the scream was made by a mare or a stallion but it turned their attention away from me and to whoever taunted them. I looked around and saw a small elevator leading downtown, which was possible the only way to get out of this hellhole. And so, I pressed the button and waited. Suddenly, the all I could hear was something going up by the up, but wasn't quite able to see what it was. I was about to smack it with a stunbaton when I saw it was none other than Pinkie Pie, wearing black clothing, having a staight mane and armed with a fire axe with numerous plates of metal added to it.
"P..Pinkie?" I said. She looked at me, puzzled, as if she haven't seen a pony never before. I put down my Civil Protection mask and continued speaking. "I'm... I'm with the resistance. The dam was attacked."
"No... no no no..." she uttered. "You aren't real. YOU. AREN'T. REAL. I'M NOT CRAZY!" She was threatening me with her fire axe and I took a few steps back.
"Euclid Vans, Antidote, Trixie." I said. "You know them, don't you?"
"Dead... everyone is dead... deaaaaaaad." she said in a saddened tone. "Everyone...."
"Pinkie, I'm here to help." I tried to calm her down. "Wouldn't it be better if we, you and me, escaped together?" The elevator arrived and it's doors have opened. The small "ding" caught Pinkie's attention and she immediately jumped down from the rooftop. Since she was still Pinkie Pie, the rules of gravity didn't apply to her and she didn't break any of her bones.
I stepped into the elevator, pressed a button to go down and once again waited. Its transparent grating showed me that down on the street, Pinkie was fighting the zombies with her axe, chopping them in two or more pieces. I wasn't sure where exactly she learned how to do this, but I assumed desperate times ask for desperate solutions.
After the elevator reached the street, I saw her running to some sort of hallway, having cleared the whole street of every single zombie. When the elevator's doors opened, I tried to follow her but the hallway just led to a dead end, with small, wooden indents on a nearby wall. They had axe marks and I assumed she used them to get up on the catwalk which led around the dead end. I looked for another way up on it and saw cars, held up near the level of the catwalk by pulleys and a motor. It had a small lever and I pulled it. The car crashed down and was then pulled up. Frankly, I didn't climb up on it the first time and had to repeat a couple of times before I finally got up. Then, I jumped from the car to the catwalk and continued on.
It led me into the interior of a large, concrete building and most importantly, its storage. Apart from having ammo for my pistol, it also had a certain gem which I knew would be of great use againts the zombies - a shotgun and a great number of shells scattered around. I fully loaded it, blew off the lock off the storage doors and continued on with my journey. I was on a hallways, zombies coming at me from both sides. My trusty shotgun made short work of them and continued along the right path, which led to a staircase. Instinctively, I chose to go up, knowing that it won't be filled with so many zombies. My sixth sense proved useful as I was now once again at roof of a building.
I looked around and saw a monastery, protecting by high fence with a small cable car leading to the very rooftop I was at. Pinkie was waiting for me on the other side and used her modified party cannon to kill any zombies who were trying to get to me.
"Pull the lever!" she shouted. "Pull it!" I looked to the right and saw it. It was quite rusty but since Pinkie told me to pull it, I did. Shortly after, the small cable car started up and was heading for the rooftop. Ten minutes later, I jumped inside, and waited for Pinkie to start it up again. She didn't.
"Pull that lever!" she shouted once more. "This one doesn't work!" I pulled it again and the cable car started back up. Another ten minutes later, I was at Pinkie's encampment, full of the contraptions I've seen on the streets, along with propane canisters, sawblades and cannonballs.
"So... you wanna get out?" she asked and helped me out of the cable car. "Piece of cake!" I noticed a change in her behavior as she was probably very happy to have someone to talk with.
"Thanks Pinkie." I said and hugged me. For some reason, she started crying.
"Now, now, everything's okay..." I said. "It's okay."
"They killed everyone..." she uttered. "Everyone." I hugged her back and tried to calm her down.
"Are... are you real?" she asked me.
"Of course I am, Pinkie." I asnwered. "They sent me here to rescue you." she let go of me and wiped away her tears. Maybe it was wrong to lie to her, but I knew happy ponies, like Pinkie Pie, always got more sad than the rest. She showed me the way out of city, but it led through a large cemetary, without doubt filled with an impossible ammount of zombies and headcrabs.
It took us more than twenty minutes world of shooting to get near the final gate but then, something happened. Instead of going with me, Pinkie held the gate open, unaware that a whole horde was just behind her.
"Go.." she said. "GO!"
"No mare left behind." I placed a barrel underneath the open gate and went back, helping her fight her way out of the city. Thanfully, the barrel was able to withstand the pressure of the gate and collapsed just as we finally got to the other side.
"You... you didn't leave me." she said, "You. didn't. leave. me!"
"You think I would leave without Pinkie? Ain't no party like a Pinkie Pie party!" I said and her mane turned back t normal. She once again hugged me and I knew she was very happy because of me.
"You're the best!" she said. "No, you're not the best. You're the bestest ever!" I smiled.
"Alright, we had our laughs, now, what was the way out again?" I asked.
"Through the mines, silly." she said and we continued walking until we got into an abandoned mine.
It was pretty straightforward with the only things to worry about being a couple headcrabs. I was actually suprised when I saw a light in one of the tunnels.
"Is that the way out?" I asked again.
"Yep."
We continued along and found ourselves in a small junkyard with many factories around. Pinkie told me to go to the nearest building and I had no reason to not listen to her since it was marked with a lambda, a symbol of the rebels.
It looked like an aftermath of an assualt by either CPs and soldiers and one of the resistance members was laying on the ground, wounded.
"Winston's been hit!" said a female rebel and sprinted to him.
"Patch him up and put him next to the rest once he's stable." said an unknown male rebel and motioned us to go deeper inside the building.
"Ah, Random and Pinkie!" said their leader. "Good to see you. My name's Leon."
"Any idea where Trixie might be?" I asked.
"Right here." Trixie appeared round the corner.
"You got me a little worried back there." she said, "And you brought back Pinkie too? I was about to go there myself."
"It's good to have our best radio operator back." said Leon.
"Radio operator?" I asked. "Pinkie's a radio operator?"
"Yeah, The best one we have." replied Leon. Pinkie almost immediately found a place near a radio and started toying with it, pressing random buttons.
"You ready to go to Novum Propectum?" asked Trixie. "Or would like to rest a bit?" Truth be told, I was quite weary from Ravenholm, but sooner started meant sooner done.
"Well, the sooner we go, the sooner we'll release those rebels." I said. "I don't want to waste any time lollygagging around."
"Alright." she said. "Let's go."