Document four is from a small, helmet-mounted camcorder. The only noteworthy file was found recorded about four days after the outbreak supposedly began. While the soldier whom the helmet belonged to was not named during the footage, he encountered a highly important infected mare; who has been nicknamed “Misty” by the surviving community. She bears a leather trench-coat and a beige gas mask. She wore a collar around her neck, a black collar, with broken ribs poked through to serve as spikes.

The footage in the camcorder was believed to have been a cleanup squad, sent to simply eliminate as many infected as possible. At this point, Canterlot had been overrun, and the infected began moving east, surviving off of the flesh they ate from any stallions they found.
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The footage begins with a scene from what is believed to be the inside of a caravan. Six stallions, caribou and pony alike, are seen, dressed in dark blue riot gear, armed with semi-automatic rifles and protective wear for the eyes and mouth. The camera shifts up, giving a view of the commanding officer.

“Alright, men. Listen up. You’ve seen what these bitches can do if you get too close, and if you’re very unfortunate, you’ve seen what happens if you try to fuck one. Remember, keep it in your pants for the mission. The mission in question is simply to hold off the infected and buy time for the whores and brothels in Baltimare to get cleared out so we can try to set up a barricade there, distract them long enough, and carpet bomb the whole fucking continent so we never have to see this again.”

The stallion bearing the camera quickly checks that his rifle is loaded; looking at the magazine and loading it back into the rifle before looking up again.

“Our primary objective is to retake a small shop along the road to Baltimare. If we can set up a defense here, we have a much better chance of us making it out alive. Oh, and one last reminder; take them out from far away. If they get a bite out of you, that’s it.”

The doors of the transport helicopter they are in open up to reveal a lone, two-story building along the side of a well-trodden dirt path. The doors and windows are covered in blood, and the transport vehicle is already heard far off, as if in a hurry. The camera shows the stallion bringing his sights up. He sets his sights on an infected mare, cannibalizing a long-dead corpse of a stallion. Without question, he fires, splattering the wall with bits of skull and grey matter.

“Kill confirmed.” The stallion says, lowering his rifle.

The stallion puts his back to the wall next to the entrance, and the commanding officer is seen across from him. He slowly opens the door and peers inside. When the coast seems clear, he motions for another stallion to take point; a younger caribou, it seemed. He is heard trotting in, and he stops for a moment, turning around. The camera shifts to the view of the store.

“Coast clea-“ The caribou began to speak, but he was cut off by the sound of a wire snapping and a revolver going off, shooting him in the neck.

The camera-bearing stallion jumps back, but it’s clear that the caribou began to choke on his own blood before he could speak. The sound of gurgles and choking are heard, but the commander seems to be aware that the soldier cannot be helped, taking his sidearm and shooting him in the head to put him out of his misery.

“Man down. We got traps in the building, stay on your hooves.” The commander said, placing his sidearm into a holster and taking out his rifle.

The squad moves into the building, with the stallion with the camera stepping over the corpse of the dead soldier, following another soldier and the commanding officer. The downstairs level is confirmed clear, and the squad moves upstairs. A mare; completely soaked in blood beyond recognition, was seen butchering a stallion with sewing needles jammed into his eyes. She looks at the commanding officer, lifting up a cleaver and screaming loudly before the officer shoots her twice in the stomach, killing her. He covers his visor with his hoof quickly, fearing blood splatter despite his second level of protection. When the mare doesn’t move for a few seconds, he motions for the squad to move up.

The commanding officer makes it to the top of the stairs, looking down the hall. He looks back at the squad, his face contorting into one of horror, visible behind his riot gear. An ear-splitting scream is heard, and the squad quickly turns. A brown blur is seen, pulling one of the squad-members away, screaming as gunfire erupts, but is met with no confirmed hits, with wood splintering from the hits in the walls. The squad quickly moves down the stairs, and the stallion with a camera notices a small group of infected mares coming towards the door, he opens fire, and the rest of the squad goes after the attacker. The stallion is able to eliminate the mares, albeit a close call with a makeshift spear. It’s clear that the mares are getting closer, and they’re running out of time.

The stallion hears the gunfire stop, but hoofsteps continue with no sound coming from his squad. He rushes into the building, kicking open door after door in search of his allies. He is met with nothing until he goes into the hallways leading to the bathrooms. He sees a large trail of blood, pointing towards one of the bathroom stalls. He slowly follows it, calling for his commander, with no answer. He turns the corner towards the open stall, and nearly gags.

Seen behind the door is nearly vomit inducing. The stallions of the cleanup squad were stripped of their flesh, their eyes plucked from their sockets, along with their visors. Their mouths are filled with sharp bits of glass, most likely from their broken visors, with some pieces sticking out of their cheeks. Their limbs are severed and spread about the room, covered in viscera to the point that their original owner is impossible to tell. Their stomachs are split open and poured onto the floor, some intestines even tied together while others are severed or smashed into the floor.

The stallion stands, shivering, causing a loud rattling noise to be heard from his camera mount. He hears the door creak open and light floods into the bathroom. He quickly turns and sees the mare known as Misty; bearing her typical clothing, a sign of fear in the post-outbreak Equestria. Her clothes are covered in spots of blood, and her breath is made louder by the gas mask covering her face. Blood leaks from the glass eye-pieces for the mask, making it evident that she is infected. The stallion screams, pulling up his rifle and pulling the trigger quickly, only to be met with the empty clicks of the dry magazine. He screams as she approaches, but she does not draw a weapon.

“Remove your helmet.” She says in a raspy, muffled voice. The stallion does so, the camera shifting to the gory scene in the bathroom, although sideways.

“Come with me.” Misty says. The shadow of the stallion nodding is seen before the two leave the room. Nothing else happens before the camera’s battery dies.

[It should be noted that so far, no documents have been recovered proving whether or not Misty killed the stallion. Reasons for this are unknown, and are still under investigation. ]

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Document Five details the Battle of Canterlot. It is a small helmet camera view from a soldier sent to guard a brothel, along with five others. The infected mares of Ponyville had gone into a full-blown charge at Canterlot, as some had been led to believe that Lord Dainn had been stationed there. A few thousand mares laid siege to Canterlot, all armed with whatever sharp or blunt weapons they could find, some even able to pick firearms off of some corpses. Not wanting to lose Canterlot, military forces were stationed outside of Canterlot’s main road to hold off the infected hordes until the females in the city could be evacuated, as to prevent the soldiers in the city having to fight off infected from within the city, with one escape point. Despite the military’s successful strategy, a black collar managed to locate a hot air balloon and carried a few red collars with her. The red collars were ground or cut into pieces, and their blood or viscera were dropped into the city below. While not killing many soldiers, the infected blood did manage to hit a few brothels, rapidly spreading through the city. The guard from which this footage was collected was located, and possibly stationed, just a mile or so from the entrance to Canterlot, which served as the only way for the uninfected to escape.

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The camera activates as the soldier sits down to load a semi-automatic shotgun. As he chambers a new round, he stands up, alongside a few other soldiers, with their backs turned to a cage of red collared mares. Neither the soldiers nor the mares seemed interested in sex at the time, as they had all witnessed what horrors the infected were capable of. The mares shivered behind the steel bars, as the soldiers stared, steel eyed, into the fires and carnage taking place below, through a small glass floor. Firebombs were being lobbed at the regiments defending the main evacuation route while quick flashes of bullets ripping into the crowd of bloodthirsty infected were seen, accompanied by a cacophony of thundering booms. The soldier looks back up, although the city is somewhat safe.

“Hey.” The soldier beside him says; a shorter earth pony stallion, armed with an automatic rifle.

“What.” The camera-bearing stallion responds.

“Why are we here?”

“What?”

“You know what I mean. What the fuck are we doing here?” The stallion motioned with his hoof to the ground.

“Keeping these bitches from getting infected. Weren’t you briefed?”

“No, not that. I mean what’s the point? There’s only one road. If so much as one mare makes it through, we’re all dead. Every last Dainn-damned one of us.”

The soldier with the camera lowers his rifle, as if pondering. He taps his hoof with his chin.

“And what should we do? We’re not exactly in a position to run.”

“I suppose we just die realizing the fucking idiots we were, and with a smidgen of dignity.”

The soldiers remain silent for a while, as more gunfire and explosions are heard in the distance. Without an sort of warning, a loud blowing noise is heard overhead, along with several giggles. The soldier with the camera looks up, revealing a pink hot air balloon.

“Hey, what’s that?” The soldier says, pointing to the balloon.

A few of the other soldiers look at the balloon. A soldier with a sniper rifle looks at it through his scope. After a few moments, he shivers, frozen in place at what he sees.

“What’s wrong? Mares?” Another soldier asked the sniper.

“B… b-buck… buckets…” The soldier barely makes a coherent sentence before a blob of red liquid with chunks of meat in it falls from the balloon.

It falls into the sniper’s face, splattering the ground nearby. He begins to scream as he begins to bleed from every orifice on his body and his skin begins to bleed and tear open. He drops his gun and falls to the ground, screaming and coughing up dangerous amounts of blood, while all the soldiers begin to quickly back away, too afraid to touch the infected sniper.

A few moments later, an infected mare with her arms and legs removed splatters onto the ground with a sickening squelch, giggling on her last breath as her limbs follow her and cause explosions of blood around them. More mares begin falling from the balloon, causing the soldiers to begin firing their weapons at the balloon, but to no apparent effect. A multitude of splatters are heard behind the soldier with the camera. Upon turning around, he sees several mares that had survived their fall, just barely, dragging themselves to the brothel and vomiting blood onto the uninfected mares. They quickly begin to feel blood flowing from their eyes, crying out for a moment before their painful sobs devolve into a choir of insane laughter. They begin to push against the door of the cage, rattling the padlock loudly. As more mares fall from the balloon, the soldiers open fire on the mares in an attempt to stop them from breaking out. A stray bullet damages the padlock, giving the mares the push they need to break from the cage. They spill out into the streets, screaming and laughing as they attack the soldiers.

The corpse of the sniper is trampled under the hooves of the infected as the soldiers desperately fight back. A few mares are killed, but most of the soldiers, spare the camera-bearer, are overrun and drowned in a flood of mares and biting teeth. The soldier’s shotgun clicks upon pulling the trigger after a few more shots, and the soldier attempts to desperately reload. He turns quickly to see a mare, sending a hoof for his head. The camera screen cracks and the sound cuts out, before the helmet is torn from the soldier’s head, staying on just long enough to show blood squirt out of a bite wound. He is heard screaming as he is pulled away into the horde.

A red-collared mare picks up the camera, giving it to another red collar, a pink coated mare with puffy hair, with the balloon having landed a little while ago. She laps up some blood that drips from her eyes, smiling as she mouths out the words ‘party’ and ‘smile.’ A few louder explosions and screams are heard faintly from the camera’s broken recorder before the recording cuts to black.