>You had just finished your shift at the office, and, checking the time on your old company computer, saw it was 6:30pm
>You sighed, knowing you wouldn't be getting much free time for yourself anytime soon, and headed out the door to your car
>It was some old model suburban from the early 2000's, but it held up well
>One uneventful ride later, you're home, and closer to the one thing that keeps you sane
>Shitposting
>Pulling out a small bottle of beer, you sit in your living room with your laptop and visit your favorite band of autist
>/pol/
>Expecting to see the regular "lol get cucked whitey" or "SWEDEN YES" thread, you are surprised when you see a new thread with pictures of what look like the DMZ
>Except it's full of craters
>Opening the thread, you read it
>It reads "The fat autistic child actually did."
 
>You brush it off until your phone goes off
>It's one of those alerts you usually get for severe weather
>"NORTH KOREA FIRES ON SOUTH, CHINA INVADES TAIWAN"
>Well, shit
>It actually is fucking happening
>Expecting the worst, you run to your kitchen, grabbing anything you think you'd need
>Water
>Dry Food
>Medicine and bandages
>And, quickly grabbing your laptop, you run to your bathroom and jump in the tub
>It would have to do, since you were too poor too afford a basement installed
>Not like you'd need it, what with the little you have
>Checking your phone again, it reads
>UNKNOWN BIOLOGICAL WEAPONS, NUKES DEPLOYED BY US, CHINA, UNKNOWN COMBATANTS
>Fuck
 
>Checking /pol/, the South Korean's thread has gained a lot more traffic
>The first few calling bullshit
>The next ones being resigned to their fate
>But the new one horrifies the most
>It's a Filipino, but that's not what scares you
>It's a picture of a pony
>A dead one, impaled on a collapsed buildings rebar
>The post reads
>THOSE FUCKING TSEKWA TRAITORS
>A second later, you hear sirens
 
>Cowering and covering your head like school used to teach for tornado's, you await the end
>You hear a small, distant explosion to the east
>Then, one on right on top of you
 
>You see a light
>Is this the gates of heaven?
>Your question is quickly answered as you feel a burning pain all over your body
>Then, you black out
 
>You have on of the weirdest and most horrifying dreams of the life
>You're hiding, cradling a oddly shaped gun
>From something
>Your brain is screaming at you to run
>You'd be screaming to run if you were watching them
>Then you look at yourself
>Fur
>Grey Fur
>You wake up
 
>You wake up and jump in fright, throwing your supplies around the bathroom
>When you land, you hear a loud clop
>You're frozen in disbelief as you look at yourself
>A pony
>You were a horsefucker, though you'd never admit it to your friends, so you knew exactly who you were when you saw the little computer on your arm, er, foreleg
>The pretty radioactive lesbian
 
>What the fuck are you going to do
>It obvious to you now that the whole world is fucked
>But you still try to call your friend Matt, who, luckily for you, was in the Army Reserve, and stationed nearby
>As your phone tries and fails to get a signal you realize why they chose to bomb Fort Worth
>Carswell Field
>You fall to the hard ceramic of the tub, not caring about the pain in brings you
>You cry as you remember him, your one true friend ever sense you moved here
>No matter what happened, he had been there for you
>Now he's probably reduced to particles, or dying slowly from radiation poisoning
>You lay there, feeling sorry for yourself and crying for what seems like an eternity, not wanting to face the new world outside, until you fall into a dreamless sleep
 
>Your sleep is interrupted when you hear a harsh knocking on the door
>"Anon, open up you fag!"
>It's Matt!
>You can't go out there like this though
>What if it's contagious, or this is some kind of experiment?
>You hear the front door being kicked in
>"Come out Anon! I know you're here!"
>You weakly let out a "Over here!"
>Fuck
>You sound like a scrawny teenage girl
>And adorable
>Which, you kinda are now
>You hear his heavy boots hit the ground near the restroom
>You try to delay the inevitable by hiding under your supplies as the door opens
>"Anon, come out"
>Your hopes of hiding are quickly dashed as he pulls your supplies out of the tub to reveal a crying toaster repair pony
>"Oh fuck", you hear him say as he slowly reaches down to touch you
>You try, and fail, to squirm away as he slowly rubs your head
>"Easy, easy, just calm down"
>There's a reason he didn't enlist as a medic
>He's fucking horrible at calming people down
>You let out a small "Eep!" as he picks you up, and you feel the cool rubbery skin of the hazmat suit he's wearing
>You start to cry
>You're a fucking horse
>A fictional horse from a fanfic at that
>"Hey, what's this thing on your arm?"
>Great
>Just great
>He's more interested in the fancy computer on your foreleg than the fact you HAVE a foreleg
>Still, you tell him
>"A-a Pipbuck"
>Jesus your voice is cute
>You need to stop thinking that
>"W-what happened?" you ask him
>"World-wide nuclear and biological war" he states as if he had said it a thousand times
>He probably had
 
>You started to notice a heat coming from your body
>Specifically, your crotch
>Dear god no
>It's too late, you're leaking mare juices on your friends lap
>Being too embraced to face him, you shove your face into his chest and cover your head with your hooves
>"Hey, it's OK, you're just sensitive is all" he says, but you can tell he's obviously freaked out by it
>Trying to focus on something else, he sets you down
> "Here, let's get you something to drink" he says as he grabs one of your water bottles from the floor
>He takes the cap off and puts it on the floor in front of you
>You try to grab it with your hooves, but end up spilling it
>You start to cry again
>Jesus you're a little bitch
>"Oh, right. Sorry about that" Matt says as he opens another bottle, and, picking it up, puts it up to your mouth
>You're basically being spoon fed by your friend at this point
>You quickly put the bottle in your mouth to avoid crying and finish it quickly
>He sets it down on the ground
>"I'm going to get some of your things packed, then we're off"
>When he closes the door, you take the time to inspect yourself
>Looking in the mirror, you see your cutie mark
>A Pipbuck
>Quickly turning to look at something else you see your large green eyes, brown mane, and your, as far as you can tell, useless horn
>You turn around, and look at your backside
>You're winking
>You thought she was a lesbian
>Sitting on your flank, you spy a pair of small teats
>What are you going to do?
>Most of the world is probably in the same state as you
>And you can't even be held without cumming all over your friend's leg
>Just as you have that thought, you hear your friend coming up to the bathroom
>When he opens the door, you see he has packed your bag
>"W-where are we going to go?" you ask
>With his face full of pride, like a child presenting his shitty artwork to his mother, he says
>"Cheyenne!"
>You slap yourself with your hoof