Third person, the valley:

Sergeant Major Clare rushed up beside Captain Shining Armor, his face was somewhat battered and bruised. “What the hell happened to you?” Shining asked and Clare let out a sigh. “Not exactly sure, I’ll have to get back to you on that one” Clare replied.

A war trumpet played and the troops behind the mound of dirt looked out to see a swarm of zebras charging out of the Everfree treeline and towards platoons eight and nine.

“Fuck, they seem infinite” Shining cursed. Clare looked to Harry. “Better get the flyboys” he ordered Harry and the radio operator nodded as he began to dial in the air force.

It was getting late in the afternoon and the sun was getting ready to set. It had been a long day filled with death and killing yet the day still wasn’t over. Clare readied his Thompson fitted with a drum magazine.

Sgt. Caramel, Third platoon:

We lay in the grass completely motionless. We all had dwindling ammunition and some of us had begun to use enemy acquired AK47s. The zebras stepped by us, they hadn’t noticed our bodies yet, either that or they thought we were dead.

The entire group of zebras were now surrounded by our hidden bodies. We figured if they can set ambushes than so can we. I flipped my fire selector to three round burst, the selector clicked.

“EH!” one of the zebras exclaimed then the air filled with the eruption of automatic gunfire. Zebras screamed as we let loose on them with our assault rifles. In seconds it was over but then a trumpet played.

Zebras swarmed out of the jungle like locust. I grabbed the radio and radioed the artillery groups. “I need artillery on Whiskey Alpha 9-0-9-0-1-5, over” I yelled and soon enough the whistling of bomb shells landing echoed through the air.

The eruptions lit up the darkening jungle and zebras were tossed through the air. I radioed seventh platoon. “Hey, we’re being overrun. We need a rescue and we need it now!” I yelled.

There was a moments silence then came a static reply. “Copy that… we won’t be able to make it to you tonight six. We’ll pick you up in the morning, over” seventh platoon replied.

My jaw dropped. Tomorrow morning?! We wouldn’t make it until tomorrow morning.

SGM. Clare, First platoon:

I fired at a small group of zebras that charged out at us. They screamed as they fell victim to the Thompson’s relentless firepower. I could hear zebra trumpets playing everywhere and zebras seemed to flow out of the forest like the plague.

I gave Shining a pat on the shoulder then rushed into the jungle where we had hidden the wounded. “Where the hell are you going?” he asked and I looked back to him with a smirk. “I might just get me one of those BB guns” I commented then turned back into the forest.

Derpy and Moon Crater were sitting in the group of wounded. They were both terrified I could tell. “Sarge!” Derpy called out and Crater looked over to me with a sigh of relief.

I leveled my Thompson at my hip and cocked back the charging bolt. “GENTLECOLTS, MARES, PREPARE TO DEFEND YOURSELVES!” I yelled out. Moon Crater looked down to his M14 Juggernaut and gave a deep gulp as he cocked back the action on his rifle.

Derpy was afraid still and I walked over to her and Crater’s side. “Eyes down range, finger on the trigger and we all make it out of this in one piece” I told them. There was a whistle that rang in the air then suddenly zebras burst from trees like wildfire.

Derpy was a little late in firing on them so I held the trigger back on my Thompson. The Chicago Typewriter chattered in my hands and spat out a volley of .45 caliber rounds.

Zebras still charged at me but were quickly dispatched by my rattling Thompson. Zebras would charge out of the trees and into a razor wire of hot lead. Their bodies twisted and turned as .45s ripped through them.

I heard Moon Crater firing his rifle in quick bursts. I emptied my magazine and loaded a new one as I turned to his firing direction. Zebras were closer than ten yards away.

I held back the Thompson’s trigger and emptied the entire drum magazine in one slow sweep. Zebras fell to the ground as the lead rounds ripped through their bodies like tiny spears, blurt spurting from their exit wounds.

The magazine on my Thompson was quickly replaced by another and I swiveled around to my knee to face Derpy’s direction of fire. She too was about to be overrun. My Thompson began to chatter, well more like buzz, and it spit out ammunition at an incredible rate of fire.

Zebras screamed out in pain as they fell to the ground, the .45 caliber rounds taking their life from them. My Thompson was like the swift and vengeful hand of god, striking down those who opposed it.

“Come on you sons of bitches!” I yelled out. The Thompson clicked as it ran dry. I quickly replaced it with my last Drum magazine. Damn ammo goes fast around here. I cocked back the charging bolt and readied myself.

A zebra came out from behind a tree and I blasted him with a quick burst from my sub machinegun. He cried out in pain as he fell back. “Yeah get some” I yelled out as some other zebras charged forwards. “Come on you bitches!” I yelled as I squeezed back the trigger and blasted the small group of three with another burst from the Thompson.

A larger group of ten zebras charged forwards. “Oh you want some too, well fuck you!” I yelled and emptied the remainder of my Thompson’s magazine into the group. They all screamed out and the chattering Tommy gun drowned out their screams.

My Thompson was empty, I still had a few stick magazines but I needed something that could put down a volume of fire without the need to constantly reload it. I looked over to Derpy and Moon Crater who were both breathing heavily from the swarm of zebras that had tried to overrun us.

I walked over to them and dropped my Thompson beside them. Moon Crater looked up to me as I took of my duster coat and ripped off my white t-shirt. All I had on was my camouflaged cargo pants with my waist utility belt and my chest holster that housed my behemoth revolver.

I picked up an M60 from beside one of the wounded soldiers and fitted it with a fresh belt. I then grabbed the remaining belt ammunition that he had and wrapped it around my body.

I began to walk back towards the captain. “Hey Sarge, where are you going?” Derpy asked curiously. I turned back to her and smirked. “I’ll be back” I quoted then turned and continued to walk back towards Captain Shining Armor.

Third person, the valley:

Clare walked out with the mighty M60 in one hand as he pulled out a Cuban cigar and placed it in his mouth. “Sir, we’re being overrun on the fro…” Harry trailed off as he watched Clare slowly walk past in a very casual manner.

Shining turned to see what had Harry so stunned and he too became stunned as he watched the topless Clare walk past with the M60, its ammunition belt dangling about freely.

“What the hell does he think he’s doing?” Shining muttered. “Sir! We need another pony to help us man the mortar crew” called out one of the mortar crew-ponies. Shining looked to Harry.

“Go get some-pony that’s protecting the wounded” Shining ordered and Harry rushed over to the wounded group. “Hey you!” Harry called out and Moon Crater looked over to him and pointed to himself. “Me?” Crater asked and Harry nodded. “Come on, we need your help, let’s go” he ordered.

“But I…” Moon Crater began but Harry cut him off. “COME ON!” Harry yelled. Moon Crater got up and looked back to Derpy. “Be safe” he told her then followed Harry towards the mortar crew.

Derpy looked to herself. She was all alone to defend herself and the wounded against the zebras. She heard a whistle echo and heard zebras scream out as they charged towards her. She quickly cocked back the action on her M16 and readied herself.

Up on the frontlines Clare walked into the trenches as zebras began to charge ever closer. “We’re fucked! Retreat!” ordered the platoon commanders. Clare pulled out his zippo lighter and lit the cigar that dangled from his mouth.

Ponies retreated and Clare smirked as he flicked his zippo shut and took a puff on his cigar. Smoke fumed out in front of his face from the burning cigar. Zebras were now thirty yards away and fired their rifles wildly. Their shots were awful and missed every time.

Clare held the M60 from his hip with his right hand, holding the ammo belt with his left and held back the trigger.

The M60 chattered as it began chugging out a stream of lead. Zebras were cut down as Clare pivoted his body and made large arc sweeps, cutting zebras down as they advanced.

Several zebras were tossed off their hooves as the powerful 7.62x51mm rounds ripped them apart. Some zebras fell head over hooves as they charged and were shot down by Clare’s M60.

Spent brass casings littered the trenches as the M60 chewed through its ammo belt. The belt dangled in Clare’s hand as he continued to puff on his cigar, smoke emulating from his mouth.

“<KILL HIM>” screamed one of the zebra lieutenants, armed with a classic katana sword. Clare directed his attention to the zebra lieutenant and fired upon him. The lieutenant was literally tossed backwards and tumbled along the ground then skidded to a stop.

A lone zebra managed to hop into the trench and charged at Clare with a bayonet fitted Arisaka bolt action rifle. Clare swiveled his stance and fired a long burst into the zebra. He screamed as his body was propelled back by the constant stream of 7.62x51mm rounds that now ravaged his body. The zebra’s body crashed into a pile of crates and he slumped as rounds continued to slam into his body.

Ponies from the secondary front lines watched in amazement as Clare pretty much single handily held off the entire zebra swarm with an M60. “Well don’t just stand there. Help him out!” the lieutenant of eighth platoon cheered. The platoons that recently defended the front lines all charged forwards to assist the already successful Clare.

Clare’s M60 ran dry and he quickly fitted the machinegun with a new belt then cocked back the action. Zebras were still stupid enough to charge forwards and Clare rewarded their stupidity with a blast from the M60.

Zebras finally wised up and began to fall back. Clare smirked as the ponies of eighth and ninth platoon charged into the trenches. Clare smiled as he loaded a fresh belt feed into the machinegun. “And that is how you hold off a group of zebras” Clare chuckled.

“Well I’ll be damned… that was amazing” commented one of the platoon members. “Amazing? That wasn’t amazing” said a gruffly old platoon sergeant. They all looked over to him with curious looks. “THAT WAS FUCKING EPIC!” he cheered and they all lifted their hooves in the air and cheered out as the zebra forces retreated from the front lines. Clare smirked.

Moon Crater was still busy with the mortar crew and that left Derpy all alone with the wounded. “<Get her!>” screamed a zebra as they charged out of the forest. Derpy fired her M16 at the zebras that now charged at her. She was helplessly outmatched for the moment.

He M16’s magazine emptied itself and she looked down to a wounded soldier and grabbed his blood soaked M16 and began to fire it. Zebras still poured out of the forest like angry birds.

The bloodied M16 soon emptied and Derpy looked desperately for another rifle and found two. She lept to her hindlegs and grabbed both rifles, holding one in each hoof.

The zebras were close now, barely twenty five feet away. Derpy loaded each rifle with a fresh magazine and stepped forward. The zebras lifted their rifles but as they did, Derpy let loose with her twin M16s.

The M16s chattered in her hooves. The recoil was soft so they didn’t shoot wildly and she was able to keep her aim steady even from a hip fire. Zebras cried out as she hosed them down with two separate streams of 5.56mm NATO rounds.

The zebras all fell to the ground as he M16s ran dry. She dropped both the rifles and looked to her hooves. They were filled with the blood of another, both physically and psychologically. Derpy let out a saddened sigh knowing that she’d never forget this day for the remainder of her life.

As she looked to her hooves in shock a lone zebra rushed forwards with an SKS and slammed the stock into her face, knocking her to the ground. She cried out in pain but soon went wide eyed as she looked down the barrel of the SKS rifle.

Zebras soon swarmed the area. “<Sir what do we do with them?>” a zebra soldier asked. The commander looked around to the wounded. “<Kill them all. If you kill the wounded then they will have no reason to come back here>” he replied. The zebra nodded and several gunshots went off as zebras mercilessly killed the wounded. The screams of the wounded ponies echoed in Derpy’s head.

The other ponies close by didn’t really pay attention to the gunshots behind them because at the moment there was a huge battle going on right in front of them as the zebras once again tried to take the front line.

Derpy looked in fear as the zebra standing over top of her cocked his SKS. A lone tear trickled down Derpy’s face as the zebra began to pull the trigger back.

Author's Notes:

Well... that sucks... NOOOOOO, I'm gonna go to work and all day I'm gonna be emotionally distraut and my buddy is gonna be like "Man what's wrong?" and I'll sob "DERPY'S GONNA DIEEEEEE" and he'll look at me with a curious look and ask "Who the fuck is Derpy? Your dog?".... (Deep sigh) the day has been ruined... I'm just gonna go to work and cry