Two new characters will be introduced, one being an Original Character, and the other being an Equestrian Princess

Only the new Character belongs to me. All else belongs to their rightful owners.

Chase moved quickly, doing his best to ignore the number of people who lay on the streets, some dead, some alive, and some with tell-tale signs of blistering. He rounded past a corner, finally catching sight of the police station.

It was a decently sized rectangular building, wedged between a bank and conveinience store, housing up to sixteen offices. Police officers surrounded the area around the outpost, wearing nothing but rolled up pants and a kevlar vest, hall with guns drawn pointing towards the building, which had been boarded up completely, as if to keep something in.

He stopped in my tracks as a deputy approached him, gun pointed downward. He was a young white man with

"Stop, there bud, we can't have any civilians near this area. We're trying to quarantine the zone due to something inside the building." He had a pale tint to his face, as if he had seen something he wished he had not.

"Listen to him." A female voice said

He turned around, but saw no one close enough who could have been able to speak to him that clearly. It was almost as if someone was talking to him through his head. He shook it off as a hallucination due to the heat.

"Why? What's going on? I want to know. I need to know." he asked, for once, a sign of anxiety was written on his face. He was cracking.

The deputy lowered his head, and breathed out slowly, his hands beginning to shake, and spoke in an almost calm voice.

"Its nothing to be concerned about, j-just turn around and join the others and leave."

Chase began to get annoyed, and suddenly burst out in a mini rant.

"Nothing to be concerned about? There was just a massive heat wave, solar flare maybe! People are lying on the streets, probably dead, some alive, and you say there's nothing to be concerned about?"

"Hey, take it easy on him." The voice scolded.

"Shut up." I told the voice.

He was shaking much more now, a small amount of tears were dripping onto his vest, making look like a total sissy.

"I-he, he died man, he ca- came in, lookin' like he was possesed. He had bulging blisters all over him, it-it was like he was gonna explode man, he was crying man, he was crying, and he was hobblin' over to Jones and he screamed, then Jones just dropped him dead, then he blew up and Jones was covered in shit, and then, -and then he-"

A sudden bone-shaking shriek exploded from inside the police station, making Chase's blood run ice cold, while the deputy cowered towards the others citizens in terror, whimpering. The officers that were surrounding the station were now even more still, and had stopped issuing orders over their hand-held radios, completely focusing on the station, where scratching noises and more shrieks could be heard, as if something terrifying was desperately trying to escape.

All was silent for about 5 minutes, save for the still-shrieking entity that resided inside the building. The time went by for what felt like years. In that time, the voice had been urging me, Get out of there, please, for us.

I started to fear that all of these events plus my time on the field on battle had began to take a toll on my brain. Given that it, or rather, she had been bugging me since a few minutes ago, I decided to try to talk to her, as crazy as it sounds. I began.

"What do you want?"

I was greeted by silence, and thus my stomach sank. This can't be happening, I cant be losing my mind in a critical moment like this. I put my head in my hands, and started to take deep breaths to calm myself.

"You... You actually replied."

I nearly choked on air that time, although I don't know how one chokes on a gas that we breath every day.

"Am I going insane? Are you a figment of my imagination?"

I heard giggling, which was pretty damn upsetting to me. She shouldn't be laughing at me given my current situation, but of course, she probably doesn't understand what is going on, assuming she is real.

"Hey, come on. Don't be like that. I'm in a pretty damned situation right now."

"Of course, I apologize sincerely. I understand your situation right now, and that's why I am trying to warn you. Something is going to happen, I am watching you right now."

"Do you expect me to believe you when I just "met" you? Who are you, that's what I want to know first."

There was a brief pause for a few seconds. I waited, the entity inside was starting to quiet down, which gave rest to my ears. She began to speak again, except more urgently.

"My name is Princess Luna of Equestria, and yes I know the name is much different than the names in your world, but you HAVE to believe me, and I know very well that something terrifying is going to happen soon, and that you HAVE to get out of there as fast as you can."

I know that tone. It reminds me of the tones our sergeants had when in an urgent situation.

"Look, I'll think about this more, as of now, I'll take your advice. I'm gonna trust you this once because you sounded just like the people I know on the battlefield, and that tone you have is no doubt genuine. I'll be sure to thank you when something does happen. Speaking of which, what will happen?"

The tone in her voice was now is full blown panic, and I knew by then, it was time to go.

"They're already here, RUN!"

I turned to the Officers, some who were sitting with water in their hands, while others stood and kept watch. Then I noticed it.

A red creature, or perhaps a former-human, with signs that it's clothes had been fused with it red, translucent flesh. Its face, or perhaps its whole head had been transformed, its nose reduced to a thin red layer over the nose bone area, its lips just a translucent red color, matching its skin. Its eyes remained partially the same, except it lightly glowed with a red light, which was completely unnatural in this world. The creature overall seemed very familiar to me, with gray wisps of hair left on its head, most of it visible under the thin red flesh on its head.

It was hunched over on the roof next to me, about 50 meters or more higher than we were. My heart stopped as I realized, its looking at me.

I clenched my fists, and got into a fighting stance. Quickly, without wasting another second, I called out to the officers.

"HELP!"

That one call was all that was needed to unleash chaos. When I called, the creature jumped, and then I realized, Its the old man in control of the white pieces. I pulled my fist backwards, and threw it up in an uppercut, my knuckles making contact with the bridge of its nose, giving off a satisfying crunch, but hurting my fist from impact.

It fell to the ground over my head, landing on its skull, groaning as it clutched its face. I heard yells to my right, and saw that it was not alone.

The officers were literally fighting with their own demons, each one fending off a creature very similar to the one I had just put out of commission.

Deputy Sissy, (the new name I had for him) was sitting behind a car facing the front of the station, in a upright fetal position, just crying to himself. Another demon, as I now called it, smashed into the car behind Sissy.

"OH GOD HELP ME!" He screamed as he fumbled for his weapon. He finally pulled it out, kicking the demon away and aiming it at him with his shaking hands.

The demon, as I now called it, attempted to grab it, struggling against Sissy's resistance as they wrestled for the weapon.

"Don't worry bud, I'm coming!"

I ran over to the pair, jumping and pulling my leg back for more force, and thrust it forward, landing on its head. It did not have the entirely desired effect.

It jumped back, holding its head, roaring in fury all the while, and glared right at me. It then pulled itself back, preparing to leap at me, but before it could leave the ground, a gunshot was let off, and the demon threw itself forward, at the same time being hit by a projectile, leaving its dead body to fly at me.

It hit me with a thud, and we both crashed to the ground, me taking most of the impact upon landing.

I rose to the ground, shoving the now dead demon off of me. I looked at Deputy Sissy, who's barrel was smoking from the gunfire, and was panting, obviously shaken from the experience. I nodded to him with a smile.

"Nice shot."

He attempted a smile, but it was quickly wiped as a shrill cry of agony rang all past us, probably heard from a mile away.

A man lay on the ground, holding a large gash on his neck that went past his collarbone, bleeding seemingly to no end. I turned my head in disgust. How could this happen? Everything was perfect just hours ago.

Many of us else surrounded him, while a few others kept a close watch on our surroundings, and others just sitting there, dazed and staring at apparently nothing.

With a depressing amount of struggle and coughing, the man asked, "Man, I always said I-" he coughed more. "I would die in a fight. I wonder why- why I died fighting a bunch of Golums" he said, referring to Golum from the "Lord of the Rings", who had a pretty distinct similarity to the things we had just fought. He was trying to brighten up the mood with a few jokes, but it wouldn't do much given his coming death.

Bubbles formed around his wound, slowly turning black in color, leaving a transparent red color in its wake.

"Damn... This-This hurts like hell." he wheezed. His eyes quickly pulsated with the same red light seen with the other demons. I wasn't the only one who noticed.

A large hispanic man, shaven, save for his light stubble, broke the silence between the spectators.

"I've seen something like that on the guy who blew up earlier, I think he might end up turning in to one of the those."

Silence continued, I knew it was hard for them to take this in, but something had to be done.

"I don't think we can save him. Look at him, shouldn't we just... Put him to rest?" A number of people turned to me, a look dread in their eyes. However, no one said a thing.

"Come on guys, we can't just let him suffer, and you all know damn well the ambulance can't do anything about this. They're not even active anymore.

Still, silence.

"Should I do it?" I asked this so called "Princess Luna".

"I am not one to end a life, but if the man is suffering that much and nothing can be done..."Nothing more needed to be said.

I went over to Deputy Sissy, and looked at his handgun. He got the notion, and pulled it out and passed it to me, handle first. I nodded to him, and proceeded to the man who's life may or may not be flashing before him.

I lowered myself to him, and he looked me in the eyes.

"You gonna finish-, finish me, sir?" He asked, nothing changing in his expression of physical pain.

"I'll do it only if you want, or we can wait until you die, then finish you."

"Just like a vulture." He smiled weakly. I smiled back, but only with sadness.

Releasing a long breath, he looked at me, then everyone else. "I am glad to die with you guys by my side, even if I don't know some of you." He looked back at me. "Do it."

I nodded, and grasped his free hand, and lightly shook it to avoid causing him pain.

I paused for a moment, wondering if any of these men, including this one, had a family at all. The man coughed again, with more pain this time. I had to hurry and end his suffering.

Shutting my eyes, I put the barrel to his head, and pulled.

When I opened my eyes, the man had the most peaceful expression I had ever seen on a battlefield.