In their moment of terror, the two fast food workers didn't give themselves enough time to escape as all the ponies skidded to a halt, standing in a long arch surrounding the front of the gas station.
"Alright, no more runnin', now!" A yellow earth pony wearing a brown stetson spat. "Y'all're gonna give us what we need, whether y'all wanna 'r not!"
"What the hell are we gonna do, now?!" Ian whispered anxiously.
Horace's gaze scanned along the stonehenge of fat equines easing towards them, trying to find a break in their defense, but only caught the gas station's windows in his peripheral.
"I go over, you through." He whispered, nodding toward the gas station.
"What?"
"Hey, he's saying something!" A pink mare with a purple mane shouted.
"NOW, IAN!!!"
In a flash, Horace threw himself at a set of rungs climbing up to the roof, the sound of the pony's frantic footsteps thundering towards the doors. He screamed when a meaty hand managed to clasp around one of his feet, but only yanked off his shoe, allowing him to lunge onto the roof. Ian reacted a split second before being flattened and barged into the gas station, running in a straight mad dash towards any back entry he could make, even if he needed to smash a window.
The ponies all bunched up at the front in a thriving, blobby pile, fighting to go either up or down till they all disbanded to run around the sides. Horace's step stumbled at the roof's arch, and he rolled the rest of the way down the slope before tumbling over the gutter, slamming into the cement ground just in time for Ian to tear the back screen door off its hinges and yank Horace up to his feet by his collar.
Horace's foot throbbed from the fall, but that and thanking Ian were far from his mind;s reach as adrenaline pumped panic-filled motion into his legs, as though they were puppeteering their movements to keep them as far from the oncoming horde as they could.
The etnire ordeal lasted only ten seconds.
"Where the hell are we gonna go?!" Ian screamed as the two dove around a street corner, but the mob dove through just as easily.
"I dunno, but we're sure as hell on the way there!"
Which came remarkably early for them in the form of a car zooming against their path across their intersection, the passenger doors opening towards them.
"Get in!" A familiar voice in the driver's seat spoke.
"Alissa? Where'd you get this car?"
"I hot-wired it! Come on in!"
"How do you know how to-"
"WHY ARE YOU QUESTIONING IT?! JUST GET IN!!!"
The two fumbled into their seats, unable to buckle in or even close the door before Alissa hit the gas, yanking them all into their seats by the car's speed as they rocketed off. A pony's hand smacked the windshield during takeoff, but as long as their legs were, their colossal weights weighed them down so they couldn't keep up with the car's speed, and its three occupants managed to leave them in the dust, traveling onto the highway.
...yet they kept on chasing. Horace watched over his seat's head at the ponies, who kept running after them even as though their lives depended on it until a few turns of the highway around the buildings snuffed out their image.
Horace turned back forward and sunk into his seat, letting out a relieved sigh. Alissa was hunched over the wheel, eyeing the freeway in front of her like a hawk, while Ian sat stiff in a battered daze, staring straight into nothing.
"What now?" He spoke weakly.
"Let's..." Alissa paused, then reached over to the radio and switched the dial to ON. "...let's see if anything's come up."
"Citizens are now urged to stay in their homes until further notified!" A professional, yet shaky voice instructed over the speaker the instant it turned on. "As of 7:00 PM this night, an emergency signal is in effect for the entire city! Exact causes are at this moment still unknown, but we're being told that nobody should open their doors or attempt to communicate with anybody outside, especially ponies, and on a...what? This...this has to be a joke!"
"That's what it says! We're totally serious!"
"...on a more unusual, yet serious note, anybody who has ordered anything from Stop N' Burger in the past week should take extra special care to-"
CRASH
"The hell was that?"
"S-Something's breaking in!"
CRASH
"WE CAN SMELL STOP N' BURGER IN HERE!!! LET US IN!!!"
"AAAAAUUUUUGH-"
...and the line went dead, as did any sound in the car. The three sat frozen in terror, so deep that Alissa nearly swerved into the guardrail, veering away by nearly a foot.
"Uh..." Ian flipped open the glove compartment and browsed through the cd cases inside, slipping one out. "...anyone wanna listen to some ABBA?"
Options:
1: But as if out of nowhere, a mob of ponies runs down the highway toward them!
2: They manage to make it out of the city, and drive all night without any rude awakenings...until morning.
"Alright, no more runnin', now!" A yellow earth pony wearing a brown stetson spat. "Y'all're gonna give us what we need, whether y'all wanna 'r not!"
"What the hell are we gonna do, now?!" Ian whispered anxiously.
Horace's gaze scanned along the stonehenge of fat equines easing towards them, trying to find a break in their defense, but only caught the gas station's windows in his peripheral.
"I go over, you through." He whispered, nodding toward the gas station.
"What?"
"Hey, he's saying something!" A pink mare with a purple mane shouted.
"NOW, IAN!!!"
In a flash, Horace threw himself at a set of rungs climbing up to the roof, the sound of the pony's frantic footsteps thundering towards the doors. He screamed when a meaty hand managed to clasp around one of his feet, but only yanked off his shoe, allowing him to lunge onto the roof. Ian reacted a split second before being flattened and barged into the gas station, running in a straight mad dash towards any back entry he could make, even if he needed to smash a window.
The ponies all bunched up at the front in a thriving, blobby pile, fighting to go either up or down till they all disbanded to run around the sides. Horace's step stumbled at the roof's arch, and he rolled the rest of the way down the slope before tumbling over the gutter, slamming into the cement ground just in time for Ian to tear the back screen door off its hinges and yank Horace up to his feet by his collar.
Horace's foot throbbed from the fall, but that and thanking Ian were far from his mind;s reach as adrenaline pumped panic-filled motion into his legs, as though they were puppeteering their movements to keep them as far from the oncoming horde as they could.
The etnire ordeal lasted only ten seconds.
"Where the hell are we gonna go?!" Ian screamed as the two dove around a street corner, but the mob dove through just as easily.
"I dunno, but we're sure as hell on the way there!"
Which came remarkably early for them in the form of a car zooming against their path across their intersection, the passenger doors opening towards them.
"Get in!" A familiar voice in the driver's seat spoke.
"Alissa? Where'd you get this car?"
"I hot-wired it! Come on in!"
"How do you know how to-"
"WHY ARE YOU QUESTIONING IT?! JUST GET IN!!!"
The two fumbled into their seats, unable to buckle in or even close the door before Alissa hit the gas, yanking them all into their seats by the car's speed as they rocketed off. A pony's hand smacked the windshield during takeoff, but as long as their legs were, their colossal weights weighed them down so they couldn't keep up with the car's speed, and its three occupants managed to leave them in the dust, traveling onto the highway.
...yet they kept on chasing. Horace watched over his seat's head at the ponies, who kept running after them even as though their lives depended on it until a few turns of the highway around the buildings snuffed out their image.
Horace turned back forward and sunk into his seat, letting out a relieved sigh. Alissa was hunched over the wheel, eyeing the freeway in front of her like a hawk, while Ian sat stiff in a battered daze, staring straight into nothing.
"What now?" He spoke weakly.
"Let's..." Alissa paused, then reached over to the radio and switched the dial to ON. "...let's see if anything's come up."
"Citizens are now urged to stay in their homes until further notified!" A professional, yet shaky voice instructed over the speaker the instant it turned on. "As of 7:00 PM this night, an emergency signal is in effect for the entire city! Exact causes are at this moment still unknown, but we're being told that nobody should open their doors or attempt to communicate with anybody outside, especially ponies, and on a...what? This...this has to be a joke!"
"That's what it says! We're totally serious!"
"...on a more unusual, yet serious note, anybody who has ordered anything from Stop N' Burger in the past week should take extra special care to-"
CRASH
"The hell was that?"
"S-Something's breaking in!"
CRASH
"WE CAN SMELL STOP N' BURGER IN HERE!!! LET US IN!!!"
"AAAAAUUUUUGH-"
...and the line went dead, as did any sound in the car. The three sat frozen in terror, so deep that Alissa nearly swerved into the guardrail, veering away by nearly a foot.
"Uh..." Ian flipped open the glove compartment and browsed through the cd cases inside, slipping one out. "...anyone wanna listen to some ABBA?"
Options:
1: But as if out of nowhere, a mob of ponies runs down the highway toward them!
2: They manage to make it out of the city, and drive all night without any rude awakenings...until morning.
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April 19
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