>Exhaustion slowly starts to show on your face
>You've been at this for about 4 and a half days now, the initial 346 contestants have been decimated to about 50 that still roam the island
>You're splattered with blood from head to tail, you're once shining blue mane and the wait fur now dirty and sticky from all the dried life liquid
>You peak your ears as you realize that there's someone coming your direction
>Quickly hiding in the bushes you wait for the footsteps to come closer.
>Grabbing the small knife you've been using from the start you get ready to slit open your opponents throat.
>You do know exactly what it means to win in this game: The trophy that only the best of the best deserve to hold in their hooves.
>Your heart starts beating faster and faster as the clopping sound of another Pony trots past you
>You take your chance, jumping out of the bushes and holding the knife to the pegasus' throat before he can even turn his head
>"Wha-what is goi-"
>You cut of his question
"Do you have a last wish before you're done for?"
>He starts tearing up, whimpering something you couldn't understand.
>That's enough for you, you ram the knife into his jaw, slitting it wide open while you watch him bleed to death, chuckling at the occassional twitching
>After a bit he doesn't move anymore and you start looting the bag he's been holding the entire time
 
>A few tins of sealed food, looks like you get something nice to eat today. The soup and Ponymeat will probably go quite well together
>A few bottles of water. That's lucky you almost ran out of Water.
>And... oh ho ho, what is this shining beauty?
>On the bottom of the bag lies a small revolver and a bunch of bullets next to it
>This is gonna make killing a heck of a lot easier!
>You've always been a friend of guns since you were a small filly, actually.
>Putting the food and water back into your own saddlebags you inspect the revolver further. It has a few quite interesting markings carved into it, some of them looking like some kind of language
>You look up and realize that it is about to become night.
>Time to drag your prey back into your makeshift base of operation
>You put the corpse over your back and start trotting in the small cave you prepared, the fire already ready for cooking.
>You take a small tin and place the soup from the tins in it, placing it next to the fire to get warm
>Next you construct something to hold the dead pony body over the fire, minutes later already smelling the cooked meat
 
>You start dining on the stallion you killed earlier, the meat and the soup definintely refuelling your strength
>Your dinner's cut short though, as you hear voices coming closer
>Fuck, they must have seen your fire
>You quickly sneak outside as fast as you can
>Looking around you can make out about 5 ponies making their way up to your cave
>You hide behind a bush, waiting for them to pass as you realize you've forgotten your bag inside
>No chance in getting back in there
>You listen to disgusted talking as they obviously found your latest prey
>Another sound makes your ears peak once again: It sounded like someone was coughing
>Might one of them be sick?
"The perfect chance"
>You whisper to yourself.
>You take your trusty knife, sneaking to the entrance.
>4 ponies sat around the fireplace now, while 1 was laying in the back with blankets covering them up
>You decide to hope for your luck and rush inside, stabbing the pony closest to the entrace right through the back of his head.
>The body falls down, directly into the campfire, lighting the pony on fire almost immediately
>The others now jumped up, holding out their various weapons.
>They start to corner you as you do a jump, soaring over their heads behind them
>Unlucky for you, one of the ponies managed to stab through your hind leg with his lance.
>You crash into the floor, barely able to stand up
>With devious smiles, the group of ponies starts circling you.
>Your life starts to flash in front of your eyes
>You knew exactly that this was the end for you
>You just tried to..
>...to make gran...
>You begin sobbing slightly
>Nothing but a miracle could save you now.
 
>You're being forced backwards by the 3 remaining ponies
>Slowly, step by step, you get closer to the cave's wall
>Suddenly you stumble over something, hitting your head on the wall
>Your sight starts to go blurred, but you inspect the object you just fell over closer
>It's... your saddlebags!
>You pray to Celestia as you quickly grab them and drag them closet to you
>The other ponies coming closer and closer
>Reaching into the bags, you quickly pull out the Revolver, pointint at the Pony with the lance and pulling the trigger
"Oh, please let this thing be loaded"
>You cry to yourself
>You can barely see clear anymore but a load bang and shortly after a *splat* noise can be heard
>The other Ponies stopped immediately, looking back at their fallen comrade
>Aiming once more with all your concentration you shoot once more
>BANG, right through the one pony's head, their grey matter flying out and sticking to the walls of the cave
>The last pony stands their, silently, shakingly, a look of horror on his face...
>He drops his weapon and turns around, running outside as quickly as possible
>No, you can't let that happen.
>One final aim and pulling the trigger
>A thump could be heard and whimpering
>You try to look at the Pony, you must have hit one of his legs.
>He is whimpering in pain, trying to crawl away
"The beasts of the forest are gonna get him soon enough now"
>you tell yourself as you see the red trail he leaves
>All of a sudden, exhaustion and bloodloss start to take their toll and you fall unconcious
>...
 
>Rays of sun wake you from your unvolluntary slumber
>Checking your surroundings you find yourself still in the cave, still with the same brusings and wounds from the night before
>At least your vision returned, that's good
>The fire's died by now
>You stand up, or rather, you try to stand up, your leg making this task a real pain.
>Looking around once more you can make out the sillhouette of a blanket covered body
>Deciding to check them out you begin crawling over there, trying to not strain your leg too much
>As you get closer you realize that the body is still breathing, the pony wrapped inside is still alive!
>You slowly raise the blankets and look at the figure cuddled inside in shock
>She's just.... that can't...
>You tumble back, sweat starting to pour from your face
"Im-impossible!"