23 august 21XX

"After 50 years at war, nobody really cares why it was started now." Last Chance thought, running towards the safe spot designated by his operator. "Now it is only a matter of finding shelter, fighting your fucking ass off to defend it, eat, sleep, wake up to... I don’t know, find yourself on another planet or whatever, only to see your hopes and dreams crushed to pieces and a shotgun your only surviving tool and partner." He continues on that line of thinking as he gets himself into the shelter, startling a very bulky guard,

"Hey, what gives?!"

"Sorry pal, just running off to report to the CO" , he said, removing his gear and cloak and revealing his dogtags and rank to the guard.

"Ok, proceed Lt. Smith"

"Thanks, pal, and also don’t fall asleep again." LC blurted out as quickly as possible, beginning to run again. This time he was interrupted by another soldier when he crashed over the distracted woman.

"Whoa... sorry", she said, "I am searching for Lieutenant Michael Smith."

"Hellhounds unit ?" he asked getting up and smiling as warmly as possible, at the same time nursing a small bump on the back of his head.

"Sir, yes sir!" almost shouted the woman, getting up in one swift motion.

"Shit, why the fuck i always get the kids"

Just as he was going to respond, his vision faded to black and then back to a different place and time.

"... is ... okay ???"

"Damn it hurts" is all Last Chance can think, trying to get up, only to discover that he was tied to a bed, but at least he can feel the bandages on his thorax. Clearly whoever did it also took care of his punctured lung and the broken ribs. "OK... what the fuck did I just do to get strapped on a bed?"

"can he... us ???"

He looked around, first seeing the green curtains of a hospital room, also noticing some cupcakes and one card on the left side of the bed, piled up with some of his gear neatly folded on a chair. Already, he knows that he was the only person in the room, also that he was tied up on the bed and there is nobody in attendance to check on him. "Well, first things first", LC thought.

"Hello, is anybody there?"

He heard a collective gasp, and then a lot footsteps clearly approaching the curtains. Then they suddenly stopped.

"OK... the first doctor I know that doesn’t want to see his patient", LC said, chuckling a little

"Ummm... how do I put this... we are not doctors, we actually are the ones that found you" a feminine voice suddenly spoke from his right, "furthermore, we also took care of your wounds and got all your gear cleaned."

"Cleaned?, why cleaned?", LC asked, shaking slightly, almost knowing the answer

"Why, yes of course" another, more sophisticated voice was heard. "You have traces of mud and... well blood... on your gear, so I personally got it all cleaned for you, after all I’m a fashionista."

"Can you come again?"

"I am a fashionista." the voice said, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Well, now I know I’m dead, or in a coma.", he said, and then suddenly, he began to laugh maniacally. "WHY THE FUCK I AM STRANDED ON THE HELL WITH A FASHIONISTA!!!"

"My, my, such language", said the voice, "at least you should thank us for getting you here, you ruffian." and he could hear a hmmph sound."Hold your horses Rares ", another voice said, with a thick southern accent, "he barely knows that he appeared in front of th´ library all of a sudden."

"WAIT WHAT WAS THAT!!!"

"Umm... how can I explain... you kind of crashed on my place after we heard a huge explosion outside during the storm, and umm well..." the voice suddenly went silent.

"Ok I’m more calm now, you can continue" say the now half terrified, half curious human.

"One of us hit you in the head, rather hard."

"What did you say?"

"O-O-Oneofushityouintheheadimsosososososososorry" the voice suddenly blurted, Last Chance stared at the curtain, and then he again began to shout

"WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS HOLY DID YOU DO THAT?"

"We were afraid."

"AFRAID OF WHAT, FOR CHRIST SAKE... I’M ONLY A HUMAN"

"That’s exactly the point pardner... we don’t have humans here, we aren’t even sure what a human is."

"Uhhh" was the only thing LC could say, when suddenly the curtains moved aside and he could see four pastel-colored little horses staring at him, and suddenly one of them spoke up. "As you can see, we are ponies."

After that, everything went dark again as Lieutenant Michael Smith lost consciousness again.