Miles out of the city, a group of soldiers were walking down the road; one was the younger brother to Isaac. His name is Ivan. He zips up his trench coat and fixes his hat as they continued to walk.
“Ok comrades we should be at a safe distance from the city.” Ivan said.
“What if ponies come?” A soldier asked.
“Ponies are not smart,” another replied. “Modified bazooka for watermelons should stop them...”
“I’ll stick with the shovel... “
“Comrades focus!” Ivan yelled. “We need to regroup with the transports. So we got a lot of ground to walk on.”
They keep talking as they walk. “Quiet down or they might hear us comrades...” Ivan said as he noticed one of the soldiers missing. “Wait...wasn't there 5 of us here?”
"Oh no! I can only see three!” A soldier yelled in fright.
“Oh no...That must mean they are here...” Ivan mutters as he said to the soldiers, &