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// Dark 
// Story: Sunny Shores - That's Where I Wanna Be 
// by Mokoma 
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She hyperventilated. She ran as fast as her hooves could take her. Explosions rang left and right. Gunshots too. They retreated to their third defensive line. They had one more before their fight would come to the heart of the outpost. How many had they taken out? How many had they stopped? All she knew was that they were able to distract the enemy - and now the matter was to keep their attention.

She saw a corpse in their trenches. She didn't dare look. She didn't dare imagine the possibility that it was one of her friends. She wouldn't accept it. She just kept running. She had to reach their storage area. She needed ammo to kill more - and if she didn't, then she and her friends would be killed. And whatever would happen to her family would be worse. Much worse.

She ran back closer to the outpost, needing to retrieve her ammunition. Death surrounded her, and so did blood. She breathed heavily, not thinking. She couldn't think. If she thought, she'd begin to register what was happening. She couldn't let it happen.

As she ran past a wooden two-meter-tall watchtower, an explosion rocked the ground around her, and threw her forwards. She heard the structure collapse around her, and the sound of rattling wood overtook her ears.

She felt darkness overtake her.

It was all dark.

Then, it was warm.