[FO:E] The Southern Wasteland of Equestria 1

[BladeofObliviom]

[Old Appleoosa]

Ebon somehow manages not to cry out in pain as the magical fluid runs down his throat, but an appearance of great relief washes over him as two bullets fall from the entry wounds even as they close up. The more severe wound to the shoulder doesn't quite heal, but the leg's at least usable again.

Then he notices the screaming and resists the urge to vomit. Those aren't the screams of slavers dying for their sins, but foals screaming for their parents and plenty of adults screaming for help, from anywhere.

"Oh, Celestia. No. No. No. This isn't happening."

Images dance through his mind: His father, skinned, with a ghastly scream permanently etched upon his face. His sister, screaming as one of the sociopaths mounted her again. His mother dumbfoundedly staring at her own entrails. Himself, walking tired away from a burning village.

"I... ...they're all dead. The slaves."

Is that... ...guilt?

"Whomever is responsible for this betrayal is going to burn alive."

Maybe then I'll be able to live with the guilt...

Shaking his head, the Unicorn regains his composure.

Can you get us into the city, where the snipers can't pick us off? Perhaps our allies yet live.