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// Chapter 4. Welcome to Silent Ville. 
// Story: Silent Ville 
// by RoyalUnicornJohn1994 
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Chapter 4. Welcome to Silent Ville.

Doors replaced with wooden tables preventing anyone to get in... or out. Windows were also blocked with thick wooden tables. Some constructions even had a quickly built second floor, seemingly to stay away from the ground.
Every single house seemed to be empty, abandoned... the city was desert.
At every single direction in which John looked to, he couldn't see a single house which didn't have a blockage on them. It was until then that he realized that the only sound in there was the wind running through the city and the occasional chirp of a bird in the distance. The fog was still present in the city, giving it a frightening look.
The ground moved under his feet every time he made a step, making a loud noise of rocks hitting against other rocks. The more he walked around, the more frightened he felt. And with good reason, for he felt again that presence that welcomed him.
"... Huh. Such a welcome." He said to himself while looking around.
While Pinkie told him that he might find help in there, it didn't seem like someone could help him. There wasn't anyone or anypony around there! In fact, it seemed like no soul had been in there for an eternity. Suddenly, his eyes focused on something in a wall. A red stain. He could only stare in fright at the possibilities rushing through his mind.
"The hell happened in here?"
The human couldn't take off his eyes from the stain. It seemed to cause a paralyzing fright in him. Suddenly, he noticed the trail of dried blood leaving that place, as if whatever had been killed in there had been dragged out of there. In curiosity, he started to follow the trail.

After a few minutes, he noticed the trail leading to an alley, as well as the limbless body of a pony in there. The pony had what seemed like police clothes. Even with it being a pony, John could compare it with a human police.
Suddenly, he started to hear something... A buzzing noise. Turning his head around, he suddenly noticed that the buzzing noise was static coming from a small radio in the police pony's belt.
Getting close to it, he finally could hear clearly the static of the radio. Just as he took off the radio from the pony's suit, the static became more and more noisy. Suddenly, he started to hear something else: hoofsteps.
John turned just in time to hear clearly the shadow of a pony walking toward the alley. However, for John's misfortune, the shadow also had claws on it, for the figure, with each step, made his claws to scratch the ground.
Turning frantically around, he suddenly noticed a fire stairway. Getting up as fast as he could, turning around to see the shadow becoming bigger and bigger with each step it took.
Finally reaching the top, he peeked past the border and saw what was happening in the ground. His eyes widening as he saw the pony who was entering in the alley.
The pony was, if not the same than he saw a while ago, very resembling. Its face twisted in a sickening way, his fur gone, replaced with a palish skin. John could only stare at it, wondering if it survived or if it was another one, both ideas frightening him to the core.
Suddenly, the pony stopped. Its ears perking and turning around, hearing something. It was until then that John noticed the radio's static sounding as louder as it could be. Rushing to turn it off, he turned just in time to hide at the sight of the pony turning its head toward him.
The radio remained silent, while his breathing tried to low down. John could only stare at the cloudy sky as he waited, hoping and praying that the pony would eventually get out of there.
After what seemed like an eternity to him, the sounds of hooves getting away from there got to his ears. Finally peeking from his hiding place, for his relief, John couldn't see the strange pony. Sighing, he got up and noticed something strange. As he turned to the sky, a few drops of water made it to his face and the ground.
"Great. Just GREAT! I'm being pursued by monsters, but if that's not bad enough, now it starts to rain." John thought to himself.
Thinking about getting back to the ground, he realized that the pony could still be around there. And judging by the last time, it wouldn't stop until one of both got killed. Thinking about it, he decided that it might be safer for both of them if he stayed away from the ground for now. He didn't liked the idea of killing another living being.

Turning around, he suddenly noticed that a window not too far away from him was open. He started to walk toward it when something caught his attention: the other windows were blocked by thick wooden tables. As the idea of getting in or staying out remained on his head, a thunder sounded in the distance, at the same time as the rain got heavier.
Not finding another choice, he turned to the window, grimacing as he tried not to do too much noise. Once inside, he noted that the room he was in seemed to be upside down, judging by the things scattered in the floor and the red stains on the walls.
"Hello? Is anybody here?" John couldn't help but feeling nervous. He just broke into an unknown's house. Least he could do was to make clear that he was in there.
However, as he walked around, he suddenly noted a small draft coming from the window. It was a fresh one, and with some dampness on it. Listening closely, he heard the sound of the rain just at the other side of the door. That made him curious as for why the rain could be heard inside of a building.
Opening the door, realization finally hit him as he watched that a part of the building was lost, giving place to a huge chasm.
"The hell?"John just stood in awe as he watched more closely. Turning around, he watched that the other part of the building still was present, giving place to a corridor where several things laid scattered in the floor. It seemed as if whoever lived in there made an improvised fortress with everything they could find.
Peeking from the upper part of the fortress, John suddenly caught a glimpse of a pink tail turning the corner.
"Hey! Wait!" John tried to climb as fast as he could.
Turning the corner, he got surprised at the sight of the empty hall. The pony had vanished.
John started to walk through the hall, noticing a stairway leading down, John supposed, to the first floor. Taking it, John could clearly see that the huge chasm affected the first floor, too, for a part of the wall seemed completely broken and in ruins.
However, something caught John's sight with much interest. There seemed to be some kind of bridge from some part of the ground beneath the house that lead toward the other side of the chasm, leading to another part of the city.
For his misfortune, John also noted that the bridge was too far for a simple jump to reach it. It was then that he noted that the bridge seemed to hang from what seemed to be a sewer.

Finally gathering the guts to get out again, he pushed open the door. In the middle of the street, an entrance to the sewer could be seen  Nervously, he took some cautious steps forward until he reached the sewer entrance. Getting in, he suddenly started to feel pretty nervous, for he saw the shadow of a pony in the corner of the building.
Soon, the putrid smell of the sewer reached his nose, making him to cover it with his hands. Finally reaching the end of the tunnel, the sound of the water hitting against the wall on the opposite side of the chasm filled the place.
As John stood in there, amazed and frightened by the deep of the chasm, the hairs on his head arose when he heard the sound of water splashing, signalling to him that something was after him.
With no time to lose, he turned and started to run through the bridge, stopping all of sudden when he noted that the bridge was pretty unstable. At each step that he took, the bridge started to swing in a very frightening way, not to mention the strong gust of winds which made the bridge to be more unsteady.
Suddenly, the sounds of hooves clopping in the sewer caught his attention.
Turning around, he saw a pair of eyes, which were lidded, but they just had a hint of craziness on them, making John more uneasy. Suddenly, he remembered those eyes. They were the same that he saw when he entered the forest.
Finally, the pony showed itself completely under the soft light of the day. John could clearly see her then.
"... P-Pinkie?" He asked as he recognized that pink fur, that darker pink mane and tale, as well as the tattoo-like printing on her flank. What caught him by surprise was the sharp knife that she wield on her mouth.
Spitting it, she took the knife on her hoof and started to walk on three legs.
"My name is not Pinkie." The pink pony said before entering the bridge, adding more weight for the fragile bridge which seemed about to break. "My name is... Pinkamena."
"What?" John asked in disbelief at the sudden change on her. "Alright, Pinkie. What's the game?"
"This is no game." The pink pony said before charging forward. "This is your end!"
"Hey, wait!" John said before the bridge started to shake with each step from the pink pony.
Suddenly, both of them turned around at the sudden noise of one of the rope holding the bridge breaking. Pinkamena, however, didn't seemed too affected by it, for she turned around and started galloping toward him again, knife on hoof.
Not seeing another option, John turned around and started to run as fast as he could to the other side of the bridge. That was until the other rope holding the bridge broke.
John shrieked in panic as he hung himself of a table of the bridge. Panting and still in shock, John suddenly noted a whimper below him. Turning his head, he noted that Pinkamena had stabbed a table, trying to hold as hard as she could with her mouth.
John then turned his head up to see the end of the bridge just a few feet from him. Still panting, John started to ponder what he would do.
"What do I do? What do I do? Should I let her fall of should I help her?"