"This is it, our first ration!!!" cried Sweetie Belle. They searched the area for traps and mines, punks would often set up these so they could get rid of any theives trying to steal they`re rations. "Are wewe sure this is a real one this time?" asked Appleloom. "It has to be, let`s hope for good luck." she alisema with hope.




They opened the black and blue box, hoping it wouldn`t activate a trap. "THERE THEY ARE!!! KILL `EM, FOR THE CAVE!!!" Scootaloo grabbed the box and ran, BOOM!!! a smoke mine went off choking Scootaloo. She fell to the ground, still cluching the box in between her hooves. "Give us the box and we`ll kill wewe quickly." alisema the thug. Sweetie Belle grabbed her Tommy gun, "AH-AH, that won`t happen, wewe see I`m hunting, and if wewe kill me au anyone else like us, a squadron of choppers will arrest wewe for blasphemy understood?" snapped the thug.







She looked at her friend lying helpless on the ground, not letting go of the precious ration. She sighed, "I take orders from nopony, understood" without warning she pulled the trigger. The masacre was nice and long, she enjoyed every damn sekunde of it. When her clip fell out, she let out a breath of relief. "THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING!!! laughed the young pegasus. Applebloom shook her head in disapointement, "What a waste of precious ammo." she alisema in disgust.











"Bitch, ya know that was epic!!!" Scootaloo gawked. They opened the box and found snacks and water bottles inside. It was just enough, they mgawanyiko, baidisha them between each other. "So what the hell did he mean kwa 'The Cave' Applebloom" her machungwa, chungwa friend asked. She shrugged, "Best if y`all and I figure it out." she answered with a full mouth. They nodded, "We should hurry, before that squadron gets here." Sweetie Belle said. This was just the start, of the most horrible game.




To be continued...