Hey guys another chapter! Yaay! Here it is last night managed a total of 4 hours of sleep. It's not too late but will be when I finish this story, at least that's what I'm for the ideas I was given and I'll work to improve characters as the story progresses. Another thing, if you guys are bored, and wanna see something stupid check my youtube channel out

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Bullets were flying by my head as I took cover behind a shelter. I aimed my gun out and pulled the trigger, taking lives as bullets flew. I took cover again as another volley of bullets came my way. Then in the distance I heard a scream of distress. I looked in the direction it came from, it got louder and louder when I woke up, hearing whimpers and small cries above me.

I look out the window and see the moon is about over the building. I got out of bed and flapped up the Survivor's bed. He was turning wildly, tears coming from his closed eyes as he slept. I started to shake him gently then felt him tense up and in a motion quicker than I can process, he help a sharp dagger to my throat. I looked down to see a bit of my coat on the floor showing that dagger is very sharp. I looked at Survivor in fear and instantly felt a chill in my spine.

As I looked at him, my eyes were drawn to his. His eyes were tinted red from crying. As I stared at him, his stare got even more piercing and colder. I noticed his eyes were also the color red, but as he saw who he held the knife to, his red eyes slowly turned into an onyx color.

"Whoa calm down! Don't do anything I just wanted to see if you were alright."

Survivor kept the knife at my throat, his stare becoming sharper than the dagger.

"Please don't hurt me, I just wanted to help."

We stared at each other for a little longer before he removed the blade. I sighed in relief as the sharpness was removed from my jugular. Survivor turned around in his bed with his back turned to me. I looked around and was surprised to see that all the other ponies were still sleeping.

"Go to sleep."

I turned to Survivor again.

"What?"

"Go to sleep and don't surprise me again or you won't be as lucky as before."

"Ok geez, sorry."

I fluttered down to my bed when I heard, "Wait!"

I stopped and flapped up to the top bunk again.

"I'm sorry for being so harsh on you, it's just, I've been having a hard time lately with personal matters."

"It's ok, I understand and it's fine, just don't stick another dagger that close to my throat please."

"Ok I won't."

Survivor turned over in his bed and started to try to sleep.

I got back in bed and closed my eyes, letting the dark feeling overcome my thoughts and I drifted off into a slumber.

I heard a sharp intake of air and a small cry, only loud enough for me to hear it barley. I get up and flap to Survivor's bed. I make sure his knives aren't anywhere near where he could grab them so I shake Survivor and again he tenses up, but what he did next was unexpected. I saw Survivor get up from the bed and pull me from where I hovered and I felt his hooves wrap around me. I was at first startled by this action, thinking he would stab me, but he never moved from here. His grip was firm but not a death squeeze. I could feel drops of wetness on my shoulder where his chin rested. I finally gained my senses and held him back, tightly. Tears start to well up in my eyes as this tough, strong pony, is crying in my arms. I held him tighter, then he lets go. He still has eyes of a tough pony, but there was a hint of hurt in his eyes.

"Sorry about that, I guess I rea-"

I cut him off as I hug him again, we don't let go but he asks me, "This is a little weird, but do you think you could stay up here with me tonight?"

I nod and whispered in his ear, "Sure."

We get under the blankets, but found that there wasn't too much room. I turned and put my plot in front of his hips. Survivor flinched as I did that for the reason that his soft member was rubbing me from behind. (No clop scene, sorry.) I regret doing that instantly but found a little more space in the bed so I stayed that way.

I woke up with the sun barely shining through the windows. Survivor had a hooves everywhere. All wrapped around me. I then stiffen as I notice that I counted five hooves instead of four. I was about to turn and hit Survivor when I his breathing. It kept a steady pace, going along with his heartbeat thumping against my back.

Suddenly there was a horn. A bugle. I looked around as ponies began to stir, some covering their heads with pillows, and some not even hearing the horn. I hear Survivor start to wake so I get out of bed and woke him up, pretending to not have felt his 5th appendage on my backside. Today was going to be a new day, where I make friends, where I make a name for myself.

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There you have it, a new chapter, sorry if it got suggestive a tiny bit, I'm trying not to get too dirty in this story, at least not yet. Sorry to forevermistake if this is not what you thought of Survivor, crying in his dreams and all, I can promise that I'm putting an idea into use. Thank you guys for reading and don't forget to check the channel out. BYE!