"I am Gregory Mandel, of New York. I was born in 2013. I'm just trying to survive this onslaught of creatures. I only happened upon this place due to being chases by those bloody things!" Gregory told the officer, who upon seeing the fear in his eyes, lowered his gun.

"Keep your eyes peeled son, You need to check your surroundings before just wandering aimlessly." The police responded. "The names Sebastian, Sergeant Sebastian. Me and my men have been holed up here since this all happened."

Sebastian turned to leave the room and motioned for him to follow. He then continued to talk.

"Come on, The front door isn't the safest place to be." He stated. "I have to say, I am impressed, You managed to make it to thispolice station alive somehow."

"It was sheer luck, perhaps, that led me safely." Gregory answered.

Him and the sergeant traveled down a dark hall that lay to the left side of a staircase to the second floor. At the end of the hall was a doorway and to the right was another set of stairs. This one led downstairs. He could tell there had been conflict in here, as the walls and floor were covered in blood stains and occasionally, as he looked around, he could see bits and pieces of torn flesh and organs. When they went down the stairs two more men were sitting around a table with maps of the city laid on it and discussing strategies. One man was a tall, muscular bald African American, while another was a slender more country looking but handsome young male smoking a cigar.

"We need to secure that route. It would make for a clean path to the grocery store." The bald male said.

"But what about the park to the side of the street?" The other male said. "It's very risky."

"Yes you do bring up a valid point, What if we took this route instead?" The bald male presented another option.

"Sergeant Doyle, Deputy Kline, We have a guest." Sgt. Sebastian told them. "Gregory I'd like you to meet Sgt. Doyle and Deputy Kline."

Sergeant Doyle was the tall bald African-American, while Deputy Kline was the one smoking. Both looked at Gregory with stern eyes. He could tell just from the looks he was getting that they were worn out and exhausted already, so he knew not to get on their bad sides. There was no time for pleasantries because they needed to secure much needed supplies. They greeted Gregory but then swiftly returned to their mission preparations soon afterwards.

"If you are going to be holding up in our station we are going to need you to do some work for us." Sgt. Sebastian told Gregory.

"What kind of work?, and I don't plan on being here for very long either." Gregory asked the Sgt.

"Well, We have a small underground passage that leads to the main sewer line thats under the city. We need a man to scout out the area and check for any breaches." The

Sergeant told him. "It's a quicky, so can we count on you to get the job done?"

Gregory agreed to the job with a hesitant nod of his head. The sergeant also told him that it was really dark and that the last man they sent down into the passageway never returned. He then showed Gregory where this passageway was. Pulling a grate from up off the floor of the basement he revealed to Gregory a ladder to the passageway. It was pitch black inside of it, and he got a funny and terrifying feeling of foreboding doom coming from the darkness.

"You prepared for this? You can always turn away and leave son." The sergeant said.

"I can do this. I won't run away." Gregory responded.

"Now thats the kind of attitude I like to hear, but sonny, be careful down there, seriously." Sergeant Sebastian told him.

He responded with a nod and then started to descend into the darkness that lay under him. His feet hitting concrete as he finished climbing down. The sergeant then threw down a flashlight for him. He caught the flashlight and turned it on. Looking forwards, the only thing that greeted him was a long and narrow pathway down towards more blackness that the light was not able to reach to yet. His feet moved him forwards despite the fear that rattled his bones. It was obvious that those creatures were down here somewhere but all he had to do was scout the place out and secure any breaches in any fortifications. Walking down there all alone was a trembling sensation. He kept looking behind him expecting a shukakusha to be there waiting to jump him and rob him of his flesh, but nothing was ever seen. A few minutes of walking later, and he came to an intersection. He didn't know what path to take so he decided to go down the path to the left. This path led him to a jammed flood gate and to the left of the flood gate was a slightly opened door to a control room. Suddenly, the moment that Gregory had been dreading was upon him.

The familiar growl of a shukakusha appeared way back behind him. It sounded like it was getting closer. He snapped into action and ran quickly into the control room shutting the door behind him and locking it. Flashing the light around to see what was in the room, he saw that there was a stack of barrels over in the corner that he could hide behind. After doing so he turned his flashlight off and watched from his hiding spot as the door had it's lock picked and then it was pushed open. The things were getting smarter and smarter as time passed, and just the very thought put a new level of dread inside of his mind. The shukakusha then appeared inside of the room and snarled as it stumbled around looking for fresh meat.

It thought it had seen lights from this direction but it must've have thought wrong. It soon left and went outside of the flood gate. As soon as the coast was clear he swiftly moved to the controls of the big machine in the room, and began spinning a wheel-like lever. This lever was connected to the big flood gate, and as he spun it, the gate began to descend. Seconds later it was closed and secured. All that was left was to check the other passage way and he could return back up to the police station basement floor. He returned to the middle of the two pathways and shined the flashlight all the way down the tunnel. Judging from the angles he saw on either sides of the walls, he concluded that there were pathways going right and left out of the main hall. Once he walked down there he confirmed his earlier theory.One path went to the right but was completely caved in by rocks and boulders. Two more paths went to the left one short one that had a room in it, and then another hall that traveled down to another flood gate that was already down. There was something else that was unique to this particular area. The heavy scent of blood and rotting flesh. He got a big whiff of it and it made him want to puke instantly. He decided to check out the short hallway since there was no reason to investigate the other hallway with the closed gate. The closer he got to the room the more blood he spotted around the area. Letting the light of his flashlight target on to the door, he found that the door was painted in a thick coat of crimson red blood. This door was almost completely closed but looked as if whatever was killed around here made it out of the room long enough to be murdered in the hall.

This is how he logically thought the situation panned out, but upon entering the room he became confused. Not only that but his heart rate went up, and not just by a little bit, but tremendously. In front of his frame stood a shukakusha looking right into the beam of his flashlight. It wailed out it's spirit rendering cry, and then lunged at the male. Gregory thought fast and pulled out his magnum and shot at the thing. The first bullet was not very successful in actually hitting it's intended target, but the second one made a direct hit inside the neck of the walking corpse. Just that hit was enough to slow the beast down though, giving Gregory enough time to aim another shot carefully and fire it straight into the things head. This caused the Harvester to fall to it's knees and lash out in agony before spitting up huge amounts of blood and finally falling completely to the ground.

"No fucking way... I killed one?..." Gregory was in a state of disbelief. He didn't think that he had the ability to kill these things or rather, he thought it was impossible to kill them given how fast they were. "I need to calm down though, Can't lose my cool just yet... Still have to make it back alive.."

Gregory then continued his scouting by searching the room for any supplies and breaches of any kind. His scouring yielded a decent bounty but not enough for any long amounts of survival. What he found was some packaged foods that would last about a week or two for 6 people, ammunition for Pistols, Magnums, and rifles, and also many records regarding the architecture and old mappings of the city sewers and underground subways. The maps would be of great help to him, so he picked up a number of them, and then rounded up the remaining supplies. Proceeding back down the dark hall, he made the journey back towards the ladder. Now that the flood gates had both been secured and the shukakusha that had been lurking inside the passage way was now dead, there was nothing to bother Gregory on his return to sergeant Sebastian. He got to the ladder and called up for some assistance. Sergeant Doyle was the first to respond and helped him bring all of the things he had found down in the dark route up to the basement.

"I am impressed Gregory, but don't forget to remain vigilant, there are still plenty of those things out there lurking in every dark part and even some in plain sight just waiting for the chance to attack." Sergeant Sebastian told him. "You have gained the right to stay with us, but that doesn't mean you won't have a job. I must ask though, You obviously had some plan of survival thought out for you to have come out to this old police station."

"As a matter of fact I do Sergeant, All I can really say on the subject Is that I think I know the source of these things.. But the details of how I found out are so messed up that I don't think I even believe it myself." Gregory stated.

"A source? You mean to tell me that you think you found out a source behind all this madness?" The sergeant asked.

"You'd probably call me crazy if I told you how I found it out." He answered.

"Son, After seeing this world go to shit right in front of my eyes, and seeing the dead rise again just to try and rip my flesh from upon my bones, I wouldn't find anything shocking anymore." The sergeant humored him.

"Well, Here goes nothing then." Gregory began to tell him about how he encountered the orb that was actually some sort of telecommunication device for interacting with another dimensional world. He also told him about Twilight Sparkle, who she was and what she informed him on about the creatures known as 'Shukakusha'. The sergeant listened intently, As part of him did actually think it was all crazy, but something else told him that this was the genuine truth coming from Gregory and that he probably shouldn't just dismiss it. After he finished he looked around the room at the faces of his audience.

"Now, hold up a second, You said a talking horse? I still can't grasp my mind around that completely yet. Nevertheless, the world has gone to shit, if you need gold the bank has some. Not much use for it now" Sergeant Sebastian inquired.

"Yes, I only need a small amount." Gregory answered.

"Under normal circumstances, I'd have to lock you up for being crazy." The sergeant stated. "But considering the situation, I'm not gonna stop you from risking your life for gold, and if what you say really is true, then I wish you god's speed son." The Sergeant told him.

Just then the device that Gregory had in his pocket began to vibrate. Coming to life on it's own, it floated out of his pants and came close to him. Upon positioning itself in just the right spot a staticy image was flickering about across the sphere's round surface. Twilight's voice could be heard.

"H------ hello?" Her voice was familiar to Gregory, but to the sergeants, it was a fresh voice. "Shoo, looks like I got the connection to work out better this time...

Gregory are you there?"

"Yes, I am here Twilight. What is it?" He asked, his eyes were looking around the orb and at the fascinated faces of the sergeants'.

"Have you retrieved the gold? Without it I can't complete the ritual to locate Pinkie Pie." Twilight quickly inquired, she was obviously not here for a chat.

"Not yet, I haven't made it to the bank, where we keep the gold, and who is Pinkie Pie?" Gregory asked.

"Pinkie Pie? Oh, I didn't mention her name last time did I? She is the mastermind we are going after...." Twilight said with a gloomy aura wrapping her words towards the end of her statement. "She was a really good friend of mine.... but I don't know what made her commit what she committed... None of that matters now though, just stopping her does."

Gregory was silent for a bit, realizing this was Twilight's ex-friend that they were planning to go after and kill. He knew that it had to be tough for Twilight. Despite that fact Twilight was still displaying excellent bearing and was still preparing for what she knew had to be done. Gregory commended her for that much.

"Don't fret, Twilight. My next destination is the bank. With some maps I should be able to locate a secured route to the bank without having to encounter as many shukakusha." Gregory said, giving her a status update. "It shouldn't take more than a few hours of travel."

"Great, I have to prepare a dimensional gate in order to bring you to my world. If you ever need to contact me just give the orb a shake thrice, and wait for a response." Twilight told him. "Twilight over and out."

"Roger that." He responded before watching the orb cut out.

"Well, i'll be a monkey's uncle. You really were telling the god honest truth son." The sergeant stated amazed at what he had just witnessed. "I'm guessing you got yourself a damn good alibi for y'er story. Take this key card, it goes to the bank. We always have spares for emergency situations."

Gregory took the card and then shook the sergeant's extended hand. "Thank you sergeant. Now... are there any secured areas for which to escape out of?"

"Out in the back we have a locked and barred up door. You can use that but be warned it was locked up for a reason." The sergeant told him.

He bidded the sergeant farewell, and made his way towards that location. Sure enough the door was indeed locked up and barricaded. After moving everything and unlocking the door he slowly opened it for a quick inspection of the outside area. It was a back alley way.

"Oh goody, like I need more of these places." He snidded sarcastically to himself.

Once he had made sure that the area was secure, he stepped out into the chilled night breeze. In the distance he could hear the sounds of shuffling. Even though it had seemed like a peaceful night, he knew there wouldn't be anymore peace until this mastermind was stopped. Motivation flowed inside of his body his eyes filled with the fires of determination. Scanning the more distant areas he made note of a large forested area that began midway into a long grassy field. Directly in front of him was the back parking lot of the police station, there was one car parked in it, but obviously it was inoperable. The car had smashed into a light post apparently, and the fires of such an accident still roared on. The parking lot was to most of his immediate front and to his right, so all that remained to inspect was his left. Sandwhiched between two buildings was a narrow path that was very dark, but something caught his eye's. It was a sewage lid.

His route of travel had been decided upon that note. Without a second to lose, he walked over to the lid, and lifted it up with ease. Apparently the city sewage plant didn't know how to bolt these up. He made sure to be careful when sneaking about, and put the lid back on. Shuffling his hands into his pockets, he retrieved his flashlight, and one of the maps. After a few seconds of carefully looking around, a number on one of the pipes clued him in on where he exactly was. The map told him he was three blocks away from the bank. Which meant that all he had to do, was continue north along the path he was on, take a left, then a right, and exit at pipe number 32.

"Hmm, seems easy enough. Let's hope there isn't anything down here though..." Gregory gulped when he realized the overwhelming aura of encircling darkness and
foreboding silence.

With a deep breath he took his first steps into the sewer. Sloshing in the water, he slowly progressed. He wanted to take things cautiously, the environment was just too dangerous for any kind of slip ups now. While he was creeping through the darkness and waving his flashlight around, something made soft shuffling noises in the distances. Tensing up he began frantically searching for the source of this noise, his movement didn't stop. Upon nearing one of the sides of the walls a group of rats squeaked real loud and ran past him in a hurried rush. His heart nearly popped out of his chest when that happened.

"God damn rats..." he muttered under his breath frustrated at being panicked like that.

After that startling event, the array of noises shrunk back to only the sound of his footsteps tracking through the sewage water. The air felt thick and the scent of the place was unbearable. He couldn't even see much, because the flashlight he had gave him a very limited sight of the area. All around him he could see the various inter-workings of the pipes. None of them made any sounds to indicate life, this was to be expected since the city had gone into chaos. At the first left he carefully flickered the flashlight back and forth investigating both paths, the one to the right was very nerve racking. A few meters back a barred gate lay completely destroyed. The bars appearing to have been sliced through with relative ease. The general area was in no better shape either, many pipes introduced a new sound to his ears as he had approached. They hissed while pouring loads of steam constantly into the area.

"Ugh... that cannot be good at all... I know that it was a shukakusha that caused that... but how big of a shukakusha?.." he grumbled before hesitantly taking a step towards the other path.

Every good couple of seconds he would take a peek over his shoulder just to make sure nothing was following him from that dangerously mangled opening in the gate. He didn't stop this until he saw the next turn within distance. At the same time, he heard something else..... Flesh, being messed with, as if being gnawed on. Deductive reasoning lead him to believe that a shukakusha was right around the corner. Once he had turned his flashlight off he crept up to the turn, and leaned against the wall. When his eyes had a chance to adapt to the darkness, he took a peak around the corner very slowly. From what he could tell based on his limited vision in the darkness, there was definitely a corpse being devoured, and it seemed to also be a shukakusha that was feasting upon it.

Gregory wasn't sure what to do, he had no other way of getting to the bank. Double checking the map only caused him to sigh in frustration softly to himself. There wasn't anything else to do, he was going to have to distract it. He shut his eyes for a second trying to think of something and then it came to him. Unsure whether it would work or not he slowly reached down into the grime of the sewage and tried to excavate something hard to throw. Pulling out a rock he began to size it up in his palm. Before he executed his plan though, he looked along the wall he was up against. Fortunately for him there was a little crevice he could hide himself in, he was going to implement this in his plan.

"Here goes nothing...." Gregory said while aiming his rock down towards the way he came from.

When the rock left his hand, he quickly hid himself. A deep gurgling roar came from around the corner, followed by it's owner. The shukakusha was racing down the tunnel in search of the source of the noise it had heard. It slowly disappeared into the darkness, and when Gregory was sure it was gone, he slowly and as quietly as he possibly could, made his way around that corner. It didn't take long for him to hear the disappointed crys of the beast. But the cries of that paled in comparison with the next thing to raid his eardrums. The very immediate area shook as something large was moving around nearby. It was as if time suddenly stopped for this. His heart was racing and could explode from his rib-cage at any second, or it would have if the wall hadn't stolen that thunder and done so before hand. Trashed piping and rubble was scattered everywhere, and a cloud of dust rose.

It was masking something large, and permeating from this cloud was a voice so terrorizing that Gregory was frozen in fear. Every muscle in his body wasn't wanting to
move, even though in his head his brain was screaming at him to get as far away as possible, and fast! A quake of a movement followed this with each passing second, and out of the smoke a beast about twice the height of Gregory appeared. It looked like it had no skin, it was pure muscle and flesh. It's chest was large, and in the middle of this chest was an even larger mouth. It opened and closed revealing in spurts, it's gaping maw. He knew that one bad move, and he could become this things next meal in a mere instant. Extending back was a slender like body, with a deflated sac. This sac seemed as if it could hold many contents, and Gregory thought that it might be the creature's stomach. It's hind legs looked powerful and muscular, and moved towards him and facing his direction.

Once it had spotted him, it let it's tongue slide out, and then it screeched at him. The force of it's voice pushed him down to the ground. That was when adrenaline kicked into his system and caused him to run from the thing. He didn't know where he would hide, but he had no time to think. Using every ounce of his energy, he had made a good head start before the beast prepped itself for launch. Judging from the legs it had, it would gap the distance with a few mighty strides. Just then Gregory spotted a ladder near a pipe that had the number 32 painted in faded white on it.

"There is my exit!...." an exasperated Gregory yelled, as he exerted everything to get to it. Clambering on to it in full panic mode, he quickly scrambled up it. Propelling itself in the direction of it's target, the beast leaped at Gregory, luckily for him, it was a second too slow. It's head impacted the ladder and then with it's trajectory a bit too low for any kind of smashing, it smacked into the wall and was knocked out. After that little showdown, and he had pushed himself out of that sewer, he inspected his surroundings. The vicinity he was in was deserted. Only blood stains and smashed cars remained in the street he had emerged in. Small fires raged here and there and the signs of rioting was present in most of the nearby buildings.

He sighed in depression, looking at the scene of mayhem that laid before him, before scanning for the bank. Located to his north a bit was what he was looking for. After he caught his breath he started making his way to that structure. His mind was a bit hazed after encountering that beast down in the sewers, but once he got a good pace in, his thoughts began to become crystal clear. What was that thing though? Are the beasts evolving? How can we stop something like that? A plethora of questions was rushing through his mind the closer and closer he got to that bank. Once he arrived at the steps to the entrance, he stopped and looked back.

"Is it even possible to end this madness?.... I am only a single man... What can I do?....." he huffed to himself.