My little pony. Campus chaos

Chapters

Homecoming Dead
The Day the Dead Walked
Deadbeats
The Dead Will Sing
Florance
Dead of The Night

Homecoming Dead

Author's Note

So it's been seven years. I never thought I would ever be back here yet here I am. In the past seven years it's safe to say my writing skills have not improved by much but I at least have a computer now. By this time the show of My Little Pony has ended and I am sure the fandom will follow suit, however I have yet to move on. MLP will always have a special place in my heart that will remain a sweet memory of when times were simpler.

I want to finish this fanfiction mostly because I want to tie up loose ends. I also want to improve my writing in a very casual space. For those who have enjoyed this story, grammar mistakes and all, I thank you for your support. Because of the positive feedback it inspires me to create more. For any new comers, just note this is certainly a product of its time especially in the first 5 chapters. I will be editing the story and fixing mistakes but I'll do my best to keep it true to its source material and complete how I think I would have wanted to if I was still in high school. I hope you enjoy this...rebirth? naw, I'd just say continuation of this ridiculously sex driven anime crossover. Hope you enjoy.

Regards

Redout pony

Homecoming Dead

Today will be the day that life as we know it will change forever. Nobody in the city of Equestria, or even the world was prepared for the apocalypse to come.

It was the spring semester of Canterlot High School, home of the mighty Colts! This was a time of year where a nefarious disease known as "Senioritis", a mental disorder common in near graduating students of high school begins to proliferate. Symptoms include: boredom, sleepiness, negligence of responsibilities, party addictions, and simply not giving a fuck about school because pretty soon you won't have to go to the wretched place ever again. So students, instead of paying attention to Ms. Punch's lesson about how to absolve a crisis in classroom A-1, were goofing off, except for the nerdy chick with the purple hair in the front row.

"Alright class." Ms. Punch growled, trying to suppress her anger for she hated it when no one was listening when she was trying to teach. "Does anybody know what to do in a crisis?"

She turned from the chalk board to see no one was paying attention except for one, the aforementioned purple girl. Boys talked amongst themselves about basket ball and which porn star had bigger boobs, while the girls gossiped in a choppy version of slang English that was so cryptic that it was beyond Ms. Punch's understanding. One guy was drawing robots on his desk while one girl was fast asleep by the window. The only hand raised was Punch's star student down in front. A miss Twilight Sparkle. She raised her hand high above her head, waving it slowly back and forth. She grinned like a child at Christmas at knowing the answer and her high chance of getting called on to prove how smart she was. Ms. Punch had half s mind to pick her but today was a day for victims.

"Rainbow Dash!" Ms. Punch exclaimed.

The girl sleeping jumped up from surprise from having her name called. Her ear buds fell out of her head as she stared dumbly at Ms. Punch. At the same time, all of the students fell silent and looked at the dumbstruck girl with rainbow colored hair.

"Waah?" Was all she could say as her mouth hung open.

"Can you tell me what is the first thing one should do in a crisis? Or are you too busy sleeping in my class, miss Dash?"

Rainbow Dash felt like a fly in a spider web. Trapped in position where she could not abscond embarrassment.

"Well, Rainbow Dash? We're waiting." Ms. Punch smiled to herself as she watched her student squirm. It didn't necessarily serve her right, but if she spent less time playing every sport you can imagine, and more time studying, maybe she wouldn't be so tired as to sleep in her class.

"I would...." Rainbow started as she looked at the peering eyes of her fellow class mates. She notice some girls giggling to themselves as they looked at her. A beautiful, blue haired fashionista among them. Rainbow Dash frowned but then smiled for she knew exactly what to say.

"I would fight for survival." She said standing up from her desk. "It would be survival of the fittest when the world ends and I'm going to fight my way to the top." She pointed a thumb to herself and looked directly at the pretty girl that dared laugh at her. "And I would smoke any one who gets in my way!" The other students looked up in awe at Rainbow. Yes, this was the attention she liked. The girl of rare beauty just crossed her arms and turned her head, putting her nose in the air with a loud harrumph.

"Thank you Rainbow Dash." Ms. Punch said as Rainbow sat back down with a look of triumph on her face. "But what you have describe is the thing you should NOT resort to in a time of crisis. If every one thought what you did, then society would crumble, and anarchy would ensue. Brutish behavior like that would only enable destruction and chaos."

Rainbow Dash scrunched up her nose in an expression of disgust.. Ms. Punch can be a bit of a bitch at times. The pretty girl just snickered along with her preppy friends. Rainbow Dash just mumbled "Fuck the world." Popped in her headphones, and tried to go back to sleep.

"Can any one tell me what is the first thing you must do in a crisis?" Ms. Punch continued.

Twilight Sparkle raised her hand. Again .

Ms. Punch sighed. "Yes, Twilight."

Twilight smiled as she inhaled a breath for her well thought out answer.

"I would first construct an orderly form of government to stabilize a new order if the old one falls. We would appoint a leader via majority vote, and that leader will make decisions based on the desire of the people. In other words, democracy." Of course, another intellectual answer from class representative, and captain of the speech and debate team, Twilight Sparkle.

"Egghead." Rainbow dash said as the class burst out laughing. Poor Twilight's cheeks grew red. Fifty shades of it.

"Thank you Twilight, can any one else tell me a way to absolve crisis?" Ms. Punch continued.

Unfortunately, a teenager 's attention span is the equivalent length of a penny tootsie roll, so all the students just went back to goofing off again. Mrs. Punch just sighed.

"This is going to be a long semester."

It was finally lunch time. The hour for students to converse under their own time and not when a teacher was talking. A great time where ideas are made, studying ensues, and intelligent conversations are shared.

"I don't care what you say! Burning Passion has waaaay bigger tits then Goldilocks! She even had her own article in big boobs monthly!"

Maybe intelligent isn't the right word....

Two guys, their names unimportant, sat at a lunch table talking about porn stars as if it were a popular topic among young men in high school. "If you want to talk about firmness." One guy said, making circular motions with his hands, "Then sure miss Passion would win, but in plumpness..."

Suddenly, as the other was about to argue that plumpness and firmness must be a combined factor for the perfect rack, a pink haired girl with a humongous set of hooters herself began to argue.

"Burning Passion? Are you crazy? I have bigger tits then her! If you want real stacks it's all about Sapphire Shores!" She said in a high pitched voice. The two guys could only stare dumbly at her gravitating chest like deer caught in headlights to come up with a comeback.

"C'mon pinkie..." Said a tall blonde girl with a cowboy hat began to tug the pink haired girl away by the scuff of her two sizes too small T-shirt. "You're scaring the children."

"You're no fun, Applejack!" Pinkie said with a mock pout as she followed her friend to their designated table. A certain rainbow haired jock was already sitting with her head down in deep slumber.

"Rainbow Daaaaaaash!!" Pinkie shouted in her ear. Rainbow was rudely awakened for the second time today, the back of her head nearly hitting pinkie in the nose. "Why are you so tired all the time, Rainbow?" Applejack asked as she placed her tray on the table and taking a seat in front of her. Rainbow Dash just sighed.

"Sorry guys....it's track season, and I've been hitting the gym lately." She pulled back her blue sweater sleeve and flexed her arm. "I gotta keep in top shape if I'm going to take home the gold!" She grinned triumphantly, Applejack just rolled her eyes. Rainbow was so full of herself.

"Oh! Oh! When you win, we should celebrate!" Pinkie exclaimed, stuffing a piece of today's lunch special, into her gaping mouth. "There'll be balloons, and streamers, and hot guys!" She continued to gush as the mystery meatloaf fell from her open mouth. Applejack and Rainbow weren't grossed out all that much, in fact, they rather enjoyed Pinkie Pie's kookiness.

The lunch period winded down more and more as the three friends talked about their day, and how awesome Rainbow Dash is and how Applejack is willing to box with her and win any time she wanted. But then a sensitive topic was brought up by Pinkie Pie.

"Hey, Rainbow! How's Fluttershy!" The two girls fell dead silent at the mentioning of the name.

"I don't know...." Rainbow said, looking away from Pinkie's gaze. "Haven't seen her in a while."

"Last time I checked, she is doing fine." Applejack muttered. "She's been pickin' up my sis from school, so she wouldn't have to ride the bus, but other then that, I barely see her in class."

"Whoa! Fluttershy skipping class?" Rainbow said in mock amusement. "That's a shocker!"

"Rainbow! At least show some kind of concern! This isn't like her to do this." Applejack suddenly went dead serious. Unlike everyone one else who seems to want to ignore the problem, Applejack still wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"Eh. Maybe she got a new hobby." Rainbow said, picking her teeth with her finger nail.

"I heard she got a new boyfriend!" Pinkie blurted out.

"What!?" Both Applejack and Rainbow said in unison.

Can this be? Fluttershy? Has a boyfriend? Can anybody even fathom such a ludicrous idea? But then again, who's to say that Fluttershy's friends even know her any more.

"I don't usually ask this, but who do you think has bigger boobs? Burning passion, or Goldilocks?" A young man named Caramel held up a magazine in each hand. He showed the nude pictures to Big Mac ,his best friend, who just got red in the face and turned away.

"Caramel! What are you thinking bringing those to school?!"

Caramel just shoved the dirty mags in Mac's face. "C'mon, bro! Don't be such a prude! This has been driving me crazy! I need a second opinion, which ones are bigger!"

Big Mac tried to pry his eyes away, but the lovely, nude ladies in the magazine were so tempting to look at! With a shaky finger, Big Mac pointed at the lady on the left.

"T-That one." He stuttered, the redness in his checks glowing brighter then an LED flood light.

"Jesus, bro, you act as if you've never seen a girl naked before." Caramel said with a concerned look, but a happy piece of mind at Mac's decision of Burning Passion. He slipped the porn magazines into his back pack. "If your worried about getting caught, don't be! We're one the roof."

The popular hang out for the two friends was the peaceful, and surprisingly unsupervised roof of Canterlot high school. The building was three stories high, so there was always a lovely breeze to cool off in the afternoon sun. The friends sat on the ground with multiple individually wrapped snack cakes and other lunch items strewn about in between them. They sat with their backs to the wall, in the shade, the perfect eating habitat.

"What was that all about?" Caramel asked. He brushed a hand through his wavy brown hair, and adjusted the top button of his school uniform shirt.

Big Mac looked away, trying to avoid the question.

"Please don't hate me when I ask this but...." Caramel leaned in closer. "Are you gay?" He asked in a hushed whisper.

"What!? No! I'm just uh..." Big Mac has quite a muscular physique for a teenager. The button shirt he wore could barely contain his biceps. It was an Apple family thing for their kin to be not only strong in physique but stubborn as all hell. "I just find it disrespectful to look at a woman without her clothes on." The freckles on his red cheeks were a pearly white in comparison.

"Disrespectful?" Caramel said with a snort. "These chicks are paid to be photographed naked. It's their job, I don't believe they'll find it disrespectful." He looked at Big Mac's shifting green eyes, a clear sighn that something was amiss.

"Wait a minute..," he said with a sly grin. Big Mac bit his lower lip hoping that Caramel didn't figure it out.

"You don't think it's disrespectful, your sister Applejack told you it was wrong didn't she?" Uh oh. The cats out of the bag. Mac just sighed and lowered his head in defeat. "I knew it." Caramel said with a plastered grin on his face.

Big Mac may be the older brother, but Applejack was like a mother hen to him. Treating him like a little boy, but he dearly loved his sister. It was nice to see her try to take such responsibility onto herself. Though this feminine manifesto has left Applejack no tolerance for male adultery, so no girly mags in the house, because she will find them. Same could be said with Mac's relationships if he had any. Luckily Big Mac wasn't a ladies man, and wasn't looking to ever be one either,

Caramel let out a laugh. "I guess that's what happens when you live in a house full of girls!" He took a swig of a bottle of cutie cola. This was true. Big Mac was the only boy in the household of his sisters and his grandma, so it's vital that he play as a good role model, and role models don't look at dirty pictures. At least according to Applejack.

"Well......I'm gonna go save my game data." Caramel yawned and stood up.

"You have to what?" Mac asked raising a brow.

"You know. Take a DOOMP?"

"I still don't know what your talking about."

"I have to take a shit, Big Mac."

"Oh." Mac rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"Gosh. You can be so slow sometime dude." Caramel started walking over to the roof access door.

"Oh...go save your data! I hope you unplug the memory card while you do it." Mac said as he watched his friend leave.

He slumped back to the wall. He was finally alone. He breathed in the cool spring air. The smell of redwood, and wild grass wafted into his nose and filled his mind with peace and tranquility. He liked hanging out with Caramel, but alot of the time he preferred to be alone. It gave him time to think about his life, if he was going to college or not, and other average teenage thoughts. But his mind wandered as his eyes drifted over to Caramel's backpack that he left.

Big Mac began to twiddle his thumbs, trying to distract himself from peering into the contents inside. Unfortunately his curiosity was getting the best of him.

Just a peek he thought, as he reached over to the back pack. He was about to open it when he heard something in the distance. He froze up, but quickly pulled away from the bag. He stood up, looking around for where that noise came from.

"Did someone just scream?" He asked himself.

Remember when I mentioned the "Senioritis" disease? Like I said, just about everyone was infected in Camterlot High School. People goofed off, neglected their homework and didn't pay attention in class, but very few just didn't go to class all together.

The school parking lot was a nice place for kids to skip school. Punks who didn't even know why they even came to school today, and troublemakers who only came to pick on freshmen once they leave the gate when the bell rings. A couple of biker punks stood by their bikes, talking very loudly about a shared topic.

"I'm tellin' ya, man! Goldilocks has WAY bigger knockers than that slut Burning Passion!" One street punk with a purple Mohawk said to the other.

"You take that back, asswipe!" The other punk in a leather biker jacket shouted, raising his gloved fists.

"You wanna go, bitch!? Bring it! I'll fuck you up!" The other punk took a ball pin hammer from inside his jacket and was ready to fight.

"Wait a minute, guys!" A third punk with raggedy blonde hair said standing between the two . "There's a nice set a boobs over there." The other punks stopped and stared at the gorgeous babe that the guy was pointing at. The only words that could form in their puny minds to describe her was "Damn! That girl is fine!"

Only a few yards away, a pristine beauty straddle upon a black motorcycle. She wore leather jacket, with leather pants that clasped on her luscious behind like a glove. The tattoo Assertive was inscribed in cursive letters on the small of her back, right above her violet thong. Only two square feet of tang top was all that could contain her large supple breasts, breasts that left men drooling. Her long pink hair cascaded down her head like a waterfall of silk. Her sharp turquoise eyes shined through her dark sun glasses. The punks now running on pure unchecked hormones couldn't help but stare. There was something primal about the feeling of seeing a woman such as the biker girl.

The biker girl of course noticed the street punk ogling her. She just smirked and kick started her bike. A mighty roar filled the parking lot. The chortling sound of exhaust echoed thought the neighborhood the street punks stared in awe at the majestic sight before them.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She shouted, and with might slap to her ass, she rode off. The rumbles of her bike still echoing away off into the distance.

"I just jizzed my pants." The Mohawk guy said.

"Then it's agreed then, burning passion has bigger boobs."

"Ah hell no!" The Mohawk guy put his fist up. "You better be ready for the beating of a life time!"

Again, the punks nearly got into another bout of senseless violence when there blonde haired friend stopped them again!

"Dudes! Your not gonna believe this! There's another set of headlights commin' right at us!" He pointed to another seemingly beautiful girl that was walking towards them. No....she wasn't walking, she was limping.

"Hey baby! Wanna hang out with some real men?!" The Mohawk biker catcalled, waving his hands for the girl to come to him. The girl's head twitched by the loudness of his voice and began to limp towards him. Her breath was ragged, and her skin a deathly pail. Her hair was unkempt, and covering her face. The punks couldn't see the blackish goo dripping from her open mouth.

"Dude....is she okay?" The blonde haired punk began to step back as if sensing a threat.

"Nah, man. She just needs some lovin'" the Mohawk punk began to walk toward her. The girl was only a few yards away. "Let me get a good look at yah."

The girl was obviously a student because she was wearing her uniform, but it was ripped and tattered. Red, black, and white were the school colors, but this girl had deep stained red in all over her arms and face and oozing off her head.

"Whoa, girl." The punk said as he got a few feet away. "You don't look so..."

With a blood curdling scream, the girl lunged at the punk, embedding her open maw into his shoulder. Her teeth clamped down, tearing the leather and breaking into his flesh. A small spray of blood shot out and stained the window of a nearby car. The punk screamed in agony. He flailed his arms to try and pull her off but she was unnaturally strong. So strong that she tackled him to the ground and bit down on his neck, spraying the blood of his arteries in all directions. His idiot friends could only stare in disbelief as there biker buddy was being mercilessly devoured.

"H-help me!" The biker choked on his own blood as he held up a hand. But his friends did nothing as his body fell limp, and the girl climbed off of him and stood up. Her chin, and all the way down the front of her white uniform dress shirt were stained with crimson liquid.

"You killed him!" One of the punks finally deducted what had happened and ran to his friend bleeding on the ground. He shoved the girl out of the way, her round chest hit the asphalt with an audible slap.

"Bro! Bro! Speak to me!" The punk held his dead friend in his hands. At least he thought he was dead.

"Oh man, thank god you're alive!" The biker punk cheered as his "dead" friend 's bloodshot eyes opened, and his drooling mouth hanging open. In one deadly motion, the biker friend bit down on the exposed neck of his buddy causing more blood to spew and splatter on the surrounding cars.

"Shit!" Screamed the last living biker. "Shit! shit! Shit!" He leapt on top of his old motor bike and tried to kick start it. The engine was flooded, and the bike didn't start. "No! No! No'"

The three bloodied students were all up now, limping, groaning, hissing, and reaching with pale clammy hands towards the last biker. The biker didn't want to die but he didn't want to leave his bike.

So the last thing that could be heard in the parking lot was the loud scream of pain, the splatter of blood on the asphalt, and the quiet munching of flesh.

"Could you be so kind as to tell me why you have brought this magazine to school?" The young man, his name again unimportant, hung his head in shame as he sat In the principle Celestia's office. He was now mentally slapping himself for ever thinking of bringing the latest issue of Big Boobs Monthly to school. It was the special edition issue featuring a sex off between the two hottest porn stars of the century. Burning Passion, and Goldilocks. The final decision of who had a better rack was purposely undecided to leave poor, shameless boys like this one to buy the next issue just to find out. Now to make matters worse, he was caught with the dirty mag, and sent to see the very woman who was the imaginative fuel for his wet dreams since sophomore year.

"I'm waiting for an answer." The principle asked with very little politeness left in her tone.

"Uh....I....uh" the boy was lost for words. He always felt queasy, and hot when ever he saw the principle. She was just such a thing to look at. Regardless of the suppressing white blouse and navy suit jacket that she wore, the light fabric stretched, barely containing her broad chest. The supple mounds bounced with every movement that she made. Every time she looked at him, her eyes of beautiful violet would make him horny as all hell. The hair upon her head sparkled in multiple hues of light pink, lime green, and lavender purple. Expensive floral perfume lightly wafted from her fair skin and filled his nose making him drunk off her scent.

"I suppose you won't have an explanation for your parents once I call them, will you." A pang of fear shot up the boy's spine. If his parents got involved, he'll be in a heap of trouble. But instead of trying to find something to say, his mind was to busy being transfixed on her massive cleavage. Principle Celestia didn't take notice, and turned in her swivel chair to a drawer of files full of student/parent phone numbers. Unfortunately, the back rest of the chair didn't cover her lower back, and exposed the soft flesh of upper butt cheeks and the upper rim of her lace panties.Oh god.....he could have died and gone to heaven with just that sight in mind.

After a few minutes of talk over the phone, and verbal discipline, the magazine was confiscated and the boy was sent on his way with his head hung low. After the door closed Celestia was left alone in her office.

"That's the fifth time this month I found some kid with a parchment of pornography." Celestia groaned to herself and laid her head in her hands. It was one thing to catch a student with a magazine, of course, boys will be boys. But the fact that now almost more then half the male students in her school are arguing about models in said magazine? Outrageous! Deep down, Celestia knew she would never understand boys. Maybe that's why she isn't married.

"Long day, dearest sister?" A voice called from the door way. It was vice principle Luna. She walked into the room holding a tray with two mugs of tea and assorted confections.

"Oh Luna.." Celestia sighed. "What am I going to do about our students? They don't seem to be even trying to learn anything anymore ."

"Well, it is that time of year." Luna took a seat in the visitor chair in front of Celestia's large oak desk. She placed the tray on the table, and handed her sister a mug.

"Thank you." Celestia took the mug and greedily guzzled it down. Not very lady like but even principles can be unprofessional too.

Luna how ever understood the amount of stress her older sister often had. With the booked PTA meetings all month for semester finals, not to mention the unity fair coming up, principle Celestia had a lot of things on her mind. But regardless, she remained a stunning figure with a gentle face that makes heads spin from faculty and students alike.

Luna herself was also quite a beauty. Not as broad chested or fair skinned as her older sister but lovely in composure with a kind smile. Her hair was a dark blue with multiple hues of black along with small white sparkles resembling stars in the night sky.

"Luna, be a dear and pass the sugar." Celestia asked, pouring another glass of tea. Luna handed her a few packs labeled sugar. Celestia always had a sweet tooth and Luna knew very well that her delicate, slender fingers would have a hard time opening the packets, distracting her for just a moment. Swiftly as her sister's gaze was averted, Luna took a small bottle from her breast pocket, and poured the entire contents into her coffee.

"Luna can you open this? I can remove staples like it's nobodies business, but I can't seem to open sugar packets."

"Of course." Luna said sweetly after quickly slipping the now empty bottle back into her breast pocket.

Celestia began to sniff the air. "Do you smell... whiskey?" Celestia asked, giving Luna a serious look.

"I have no idea what you mean. I don't smell anything." Luna smiled a little nervously as she ripped open the packets and handed it back to her sister. The amber liquid from Luna's bottle began to dilate and mix with the coffee, completely masking the smell if the strong alcoholic beverage.

"Luna, not that I don't trust you, but if your drinking again on school grounds."

"Sister! I would never do such a thing!" Luna felt a little sad about lying to her beloved sister. The sister who ratted on her that she was drinking in school and got her teaching license suspended for a year, But what can she say, Celestia copes with stress by pigging out on delectable sweets, Luna drinks fine whiskey. A soft knock came from the door. A distinctive knock that Celestia could always tell from all the others. A timid knock but with some authority.

"Come in, Twilight Sparkle." She said, taking a much more delicate sip of her tea.

Twilight poked her head through the door way and gave a nervous smile. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" She asked in a quiet voice.

"No, not at all. Come in, my most faithful student." Celestia said with a smile. Twilight held a clip board under her arm and handed It to Celestia.

"Here you go, ma'am. The attendance for building A." She said as Celestia took it with an approving nod.

"Thank you, Twilight. It's always such a help for you to take attendance."

Twilight Sparkle was an elite student in Canterlot High. One of the top scoring on the preSAT test, and with a GPA of 4.2. But all this academic achievement has left her slightly socially awkward. "You come even at lunch time, Miss Sparkle, don't you have any friends who might enjoy your company?" Luna asked. "Not that me or my sister do not enjoy having you here that is."

Twilight's face was blessed with small hue of red. The truth was, Twilight didn't have any friends at lunch and even if she did, she felt they probably wouldn't like having an egghead around.

Celestia let out a sigh as she looked down at the confiscated magazine with a head hung low.

"Principle Celestia, is something wrong?" Twilight asked as she delicately took a seat in the neighboring chair of Luna's.

"Oh ...it's nothing Twilight. Even I cannot fathom why this has become such a phenomenon." Celestia turned the magazine for Luna and Twilight to see. "It's almost as if all men think about are women's chests." She said with a subtle hint of disgust.

No wonder I don't have a boyfriend...Twilight thought as she became a little more self aware of her A-cup size. she also felt a little embarrassed to be looking at such a suggestive photo that was the magazine cover, but was entranced by the alluring gaze of the posing model.

"I blame television." Luna said snapping Twilight out of her somewhat dark train of thought. "The things kids, especially teenagers, watch on television end up corrupting them because their parents don't monitor what they're watching."

Twilight felt it be a good time to leave. She loved spending time with her mentor and friend, principle Celestia, but when ever her and her sister start to talk about " kids these days" it was best to vamoose. After adjusting her red and black plaid skirt, and straightening her stockings, she stood up and headed for the door.

"Thank you for your time, Principle Celestia. If you need any thing else, just let me know ."

"Of course Twilight, the pleasures is all mine. Feel free to stop by anytime. You know my door is always open."

With a smile and a nod, Twilight left the office. It was still forty five minutes until lunch ended, so Twilight figured it would be a nice time to go to her most favorite place in the world. The library.

The library was nearly deserted when she walked in. The only living souls in the large room were a few students and the librarian who greeted Twilight with a smile.

After finding her favorite spot by the window, Twilight took out the laptop from messenger bag and plugged in the charger in a nearby outlet.

"There you are, Twilight. I've been looking all over for you." A soft voice whispered from above. Twilight looked up to see a girl of divine beauty standing tall over her. Her blue hair was perfectly brushed to a silky shine that brought out the deep crystal clear blue of her eyes.

"I thought I might find you here." The girl crouched down to reach eye level of Twilight, closing her long slender legs a she did so as not to expose her self under her school uniform.

"Hi, Rarity." Twilight smiled as her friend took a seat next to her, but not before placing a white towelette from her hand bag and placed it under her bum. Rarity was a proper lady after all.

"Did you need me for something?" Twilight asked keeping her voice low.

"Yes Twilight, it's very important that I ask you this." Rarity took a small flyer from her designer hand bag and handed to Twilight. "Next month is the equestrian city fashion show, and they are accepting new designers!" She tried to suppress her excitement,making it difficult to keep her voice down.

"I have a whole line of dresses I have designed myself, all I need is a model."

"Wha..?" Twilight asked slightly frazzled. " y-you want me to be your model?""

"Of course, dear!" Rarity exclaimed earning her a few shushes from the librarian. In truth, Twilight wasn't Rarity's first choice. Rarity thought Twilight was as graceful as a chicken with pool floats and an anvil for a head.

Before she could finish her sentence, a loud roar erupted from the outside parking lot. The silence of the library was disturbed and everyone nearly jumped at the sound of a loud motorcycle engine rolling off in the distance.
"So you'll agree to be my model?" She beamed.

Twilight at first was a little uneasy with the idea. Even in a beautiful dress, she wouldn't want to be on stage with all the eyes watching her, judging her. It would be a nightmare come true! But as she looked at Rarity's pouting face, Twilight's declining shield began to break down, much like her self esteem.

"Okay..." She said,defeated.

"Oh thank you, Twilight! Thank you thank you thank you!" Rarity cheered as she gave Twilight a tight squeeze. It was very unladylike, but fashionistas can be unprofessional at times too. Unfortunately, this earned her more shushes and a stink eye stare from the librarian.

"Just let me check my schedule." Twilight sighed as she turned on her laptop. After a moment of loading, the computer turned on, and took a short cut from the desktop to an Internet browser.

"Hey. Look at this." Twilight noticed that the search browser news page was different. Instead of three top stories it had only one, and there was literally nothing else on the home page. No notifications, no entertainment weekly, just a news headline reading in big bold letters.

Emergency broadcast! Stay indoors for epidemic spreading through out eastern seaboard !

That was all.

"What on earth?" With that, a horrid scream erupted form the outside parking lot. A scream so blood curdling, and vomit inducing that all the remaining people had to look out the window and stare wide eyed at the sight before them. Twilight poked her head up from above the window sill and nearly screamed herself at what she saw in the parking lot, while Rarity held a delicate hand over her mouth upon her expression of shock and horror It is for certain that just about every one looking at the sight outside was near a state of panic. Panic that will grip the school in a matter of seconds unless something is done. But it's too late...it came too quickly, and too suddenly, nothing could be done.

No one was prepared for this. No one was prepared for the the day the dead walked. No one.

The end has just begun.

The Day the Dead Walked

In a matter of seconds, the school was surrounded. Groaning, moaning, screaming, biting and an enumerous amount of undead every where.

From up on the roof Big Mac looked down at the massive hoard that was stopped at the gates of the campus courtyard. He stared, his face falling a ghostly white as the infected break through the flimsy iron gate. But even at the horrid sight, Big Mac began to smile.

This must be some elaborate prank he thought, laughing a little at how much effort could have been put in to dress that many people up. Panic didn't completely consume his mind.

....until he saw the blood.

The cobblestone of the school courtyard was painted with blood as the "pranksters" began to tackle and devour students enjoying their lunch only seconds before. Screams of pain and anguish filled the atmosphere, panic ensued as students clambered all over each other to get away from the nightmare. Students looking out the windows began to express their horror as they scurried about the class rooms, knocking over desks, shoving other students out the way as they tried to escape the confines of the indoors.

Luckily it was only students of the east wing of the school who have been fully aware of the situation, just about until a lovely announcement was made over the intercom, curtesy of the faculty.

"Attention students!" The speaker boomed. "This is an emergency! Please follow proper evacuation procedures as we leave the building. This is not a drill! I repeat...this is not a drill!....oh shit! What the hell is..."

The quality of the intercom broadcast began to fail as the sound of ripping flesh was made in the background.

"....Fuck!.....Get away from me!...... "

A crash equipment was followed by a scream in pain.

"Aaaaaaaaaaggggghhh!!!!!!!"

The speaker fell silent after a gut wrenching moment of utter static.

The students of Mrs. Berry Punch's class fell silent as they all stared at the intercom box over the board. Their mouths hung open and their eyes wide as dinner plates They looked at their teacher, hoping for an explanation. She had none. In fact she seemed surprisingly unfazed by all this. She just took a yard stick from her desk and tapped the board which had How to absolve crisis... written on it.

"You all should have been paying attention. Now we're all gonna die." She says in a morbid tone.

"Who....how.....what?!" Twilight could only stare out the window in disbelief as she clutched her small hands tightly to her self. She was the last remaining person to be in the library. Every one else, including Rarity, ran out in a panic while Twilight was too awestruck to do the same. Instead of running like every one else, she examined the chaos that has ensued on campus. Bodies lay strewn like discarded tissue, bloody, broken, mutilated but they get back up and join the rest as they too feast on the living. It was awful to see. It was like something out of a nightmare. A terrifying nightmare that can't be awoken from.

Twilight began to hyperventilate as she looked at the limping undead that were once living, breathing students. After her body shook uncontrollably, she finally turned heel and ran. Collecting her items, she sprinted head first out of the library double doors. Her heart raced as thoughts ran through her mind at super sonic speeds. Should she warn every one? Does everyone already know? What about my parents? My brother?

What about Spike?

With that thought in mind, Twilight knew exactly what she must do now. It was a crisis, but democracy can't work now. If she payed enough attention in class, that much she would know. If all logic seems to fail, then look for logic again and this time look harder!

As she ran down the surprisingly empty hallways, she mapped out a plan in her head.

Get off school grounds.
Alert local law enforcement.
Find, or contact nearest friends or relatives.
Stay calm, collected, and don't forget to stock up on pens and paper.

Okay, maybe that last one was a bit of just Twilight's obsession with analyzing things but that's beside the point.

Unfortunately for her, she didn't know what she was up against.

Zombies? Undead walking about, feasting on the living? Ridiculous! Zombies are just a twisted concept used to instill fear and excitement in literature or film. But this wasn't movie. This was real. All too real. And she was about to experience the true nightmare first hand.

The soles of her Van's brand shoes skidded on the dirty linoleum floor as she slowed to a halt. The hallway in front of her had walls painted with blood and pink, gooey brain matter. A corpse with missing hands lay in a pool of red as a bloodied girl crouched over him. The sounds of chewing flesh came from her.

Twilight let out a small eep in surprise as she recognized the girl. Her minty green hair was raggedy and unkept while her uniform was stained with blotches of red. Skin pale and body convulsing as she moaned, holding something in her hands as she ate messily.

It was Lyra Heartstrings from class C-2 and she was eating a pair of severed hands.

Twilight shrieked and ran in the opposite direction only to be stopped by another group of limping students wanting to feast on her supple flesh. Where did they come from!? How can they move so slow yet move so fast?

Before Twilight knew it, she was surrounded.

Both ends of the hallway were packed with groups of undead students, all of them advancing at a threatening pace, quickly closing the space between them and their prey. Twilight shook with terror as she looked frantically for a means of escape. There was none. Instead, she slumped to the ground in defeat. Her legs splayed apart and her bag slipping off of her shoulder on to the floor. This is it she thought.this is the end. We've had a good run, Twilight. Too bad you had to die a virgin...

As the undead got closer, Twilight took a second to think back on her life. All the things she has done, all the things she never learned, her family, her wonderful adopted brother Spike. Oh Spike...why did it have to end like this?

She closed her eyes as a tear rolled down her face. Out of her entire family, she loved spike the most. Even compared to her BBBFF, Spike was her favorite and she's never going to see his smiling face ever again.

A zombie came so close, it nearly grabbed her by the hair and yanked her down.

goodbye.

.......

VVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!

Twilight felt hot liquid spatter across her face but she dared not open her eyes. The loud roar of an engine filled the confines of the hallway along with the sound of ripping flesh yet she still refused to open her eyes.

Until some one tapped her shoulder.

"C'mon, Twilight! This is no time to be taking a break!" A chipper and high pitched voice called. With complete reluctance, Twilight opened her eyes to she she wasn't dead, in fact far from from it! Her clothes though were soaked in blood, however.

She looked up at the mysterious girl that stood above her. A very broad chested girl with poofy pink hair looked down at Twilight with a thousand watt smile. Her uniform was caked with blood, as was the chainsaw that she had in her hand. She giggled slightly as the lids of her bright blue eyes fluttered.

"C'mon lets go! I'm pretty sure you don't want to be a guest at this party!" She lowered her empty hand down to help Twilight up. With a shaky hand, and an awed expression, Twilight accepted the assist of the pink haired stranger.

"Who are you...? How do you know my name?" Was all Twilight could say as she noticed the piles of bloody bodies stuffing the hallway. Twilight also noticed that her panties were soaked, probably from the pool of blood she was sitting on. yuck.

"My name's Pinkie Pie!" She exclaimed, smiling even wider. "And who doesn't know the captain of the Speech and Debate Club, Miss number one student Twilight Sparkle!?" Twilight noticed that she was still holding Pinkie's hand who was shaking it vigorously in greeting. Twilight shook back.

"Pinkie I-" she was completely lost for words, might as well state the obvious. "You saved my life!"

"Well duh!" Pinkie laid a hand on her hip. "I couldn't just let you die! Oooorrrr...become undead!" She hefted the bloodied, worn chainsaw in her hand over her shoulder and struck a pose.

"When a friend's in need! Pinkie will succeed!"

Twilight felt the cockles of her heart began to warm. "You think of me as a friend even though I just met you?" She honestly couldn't believe it. It took her months to become Rarity's acquaintance even though they were neighbors, yet this girl, with out even meeting, has just risked her life to save hers.

"Well duh!" Pinkie said again. "That's how friends work!"

Friends...it made Twilight feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Let's go! The party here is getting way to crazy for me!" In a swift motion, Pinkie grabbed Twilight by the delicate forearm and leapt over the pile of bodies with her in tow.

why is she so happy!? Twilight thought. But regardless of Pinkie's seemingly insane behavior, Twilight felt it best to stick with her. She is her new friend after all, what could possibly go wrong with hanging out with a chainsaw wielding party animal?

"Where is Pinkie!?" Applejack shouted.

"Don't know, don't care, just run!"

Rainbow Dash and Applejack may have been two of the only few that made it out of the lunch room alive. The infected stormed the cafeteria and ate everybody In their path. For some strange reason, or maybe not strange at all, Pinkie sprinted out the nearest door only two minutes before the zombies came, leaving Rainbow and Applejack utterly confused until the rejected cast of the walking dead decided to show up. Pinkie also mumbled something about floppy ears and twitching butt checks before bolting to the exit but that may have been something else entirely.

"Aaaaaaggghh! She's biting my dick!!" A male student layed on his back as a zombie girl chomped on to his crotch. Rainbow couldn't help but stifle a laugh but just ran on past him without helping. He's a goner either way even if they got the sexual predator off of him.

The hallways were packed with students running in full panic at the sight of the nightmare that was growing around them. Pushing, shoving, tripping, even stabbing other students to try and get out of the school. It was gruesome sight seeing friends betray each other just to survive out of fear.

Complete chaos.

"Out of my way, assholes!" With an aluminum softball bat that Rainbow kept in her gym bag, she swatted multiple students in her way as she plowed through the crowd. She was about to swing a deadly blow at a panic struck girl when Applejack caught the swinging bat with her bare hand.

"Rainbow! What are you doing?!" She shouted as she tried to yank the bat from Rainbow's grasp. "These are living people you're hitting! What is wrong with you?!!" Applejack noticed the look in Rainbow Dash's eyes. That pleasurable look of satisfaction of feeding a craving that couldn't be fed by conventional means. The look where you squint your eyes and a permanent, devilish grin spreads upon your face. The look of bloodlust.

"Rainbow!" Applejack yanked the bat from her hand causing Rainbow to snap out of what ever sick state of mind she was in before. "We're not leaving until we find pinkie and my brother! Understand" the screaming of students around them began to die down as the hallways slowly emptied.

"Alright fine! Jesus!" Rainbow threw her arms up and let out an exasperated sigh. She reached for the bat that Applejack took from her, but she pulled it away. Applejack didn't know why, but she felt that it may not be a good idea to let Rainbow Dash be in possession of a weapon. Even though she probably could use it much better than Applejack ever could, but that's the problem.

" Where was the last place you saw my brother?" Applejack asked a little quiter now since the hall way was now empty.

"I saw him fucking some chick in the ass in one of the bathroom stalls in the girls bathroom." Rainbow retorted.

Applejack was so close to slapping her but she just blew some air through her nose, closed her eyes, and asked the same question again.

"Pffftt...I don't know. He likes to go to the roof at lunch with his perverted friend caram-" Before dash could finish her scentance, Applejack grabbed her by the toned muscled forearm and ran up the stairs with Rainbow in tow.

One of these days. Applejack thought. One of these days I'm going to kick this girl's teeth in if she ever says something like that about my brother again.

"Get it off of me!" Caramel screamed as he tried to push off a girl zombie with his foot. He was on the can with his pants down and this chick practically came out of nowhere, bashed down the stall door, and helped Caramel drop a deuce a little faster. Her open mouth drooled as she pushed and shoved, trying to gain purchase to eat the unsuspecting and unprepared Caramel. "Why isn't any one helping me?!!"

With a sudden slam, the bathroom door swung open and Big Mac rushed inside. Grabbing the teenaged zombie by the ass, he pulled with all his might to throw the girl off of the screaming Caramel. But she was unbelievably strong and held both hands fast to the toilet seat to support herself. She growled and tried to pull away from Mac with her mouth open, trying to get to Caramel but Mac held tightly to her ass, squeezing the pale flesh between his strong fingers through the tattered skirt of her uniform.

Big Mac tried again to pull her off but she kept pulling back, getting inches closer to Mac's screaming friend. Big Mac thrust his hips into her backside to try and take out the support of her legs. She let out a moan, and her legs wobbled a bit but she still didn't stop advancing on Caramel who still had his foot in her face.

Big Mac thrust again and again, elbowing her in the spine and pulling her by the hair. The zombie girl moaned and groaned until finally her legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor. Now's Mac's chance! As she tried to recuperate, Big Mac took both of his hand and grabbed her breast from behind. In one quick motion, he lifted the girl off her feet, and hurled her across the room into a porcelain urinal. Her skull cracked against the hard surface, staining the once white urinal in red blood. Her body then lay still.

Big Mac was completely out of breath, and lost for words. He never hit a girl in his life! And he just killed one! Or....killed her again...but rather, this event will truly traumatize the farm boy.

"Bro! You saved my life!" Caramel stood up from the toilet. "How can I repay you!"

"For starters, you can pull up your pants." Big Mac replied.

Caramel looked down at his baby seal then quickly pulled up his pants.

"These things are everywhere." Mac said in a low whisper as he crouched down to examine the motionless zombie girl. He could obviously tell this was no prank, this wasn't even terrorism, which was his second guess, this was hell. A horrible nightmare that pounced on all if them like an Australian drop bear in the blink of an eye.

"We need to get out of here." Big Mac mumbled to no one in particular. He then stood up and looked to the surprisingly calm Caramel. "I have to make sure my family is okay." Big Mac remembered when he was on the roof, the view of the city, it was just awful. Pillars of smoke plumed out of the city now in complete anarchy. Not only the school, but quite possibly the whole country was now in chaos at the walking of the dead. If so, no one is safe. Granny, Applejack, Applebloom.

"I'm with ya, Mac! Every step of the way!" Caramel beamed and gave Big Mac a thumbs up. Mac smiled to know his friend was on board. The two young men left the bathroom into a bloodied hallway. Caramel took a pause and looked at one of the nearby vending machines. He looked a discarded biology textbook on the floor and smiled as he got an idea.

"Caramel, what are you-"

Crash!

The vending machine glass shattered as Caramel threw the textbook at it. Stepping over the broken glass, he grabbed a bag of ships, ripped it open, and started eating. "I've always wanted to do that!" He said with a full mouth. Big Mac just smiled and held up his hand. "Throw me one too. Sour cream and onion flavor."

Madison Middle School was just ten blocks from Canterlot high. A beautifully stucco and painted brick one story building with an iron perimeter gate. A pleasant middle school with mostly behaved adolescent pre-teenaged kids who are all completely oblivious to the crumbling world around them.

"C'mon Sweetiebelle! How am I going to learn how to be a good point guard when you can't even block the ball!" Scootaloo exclaimed to her friend at the soccer goal. "Well maybe if you didn't kick it so hard I wouldn't have to flinch every time the ball tries to take my head off!" The fair skinned Sweetiebelle yelled back in a cracking voice.

Scootaloo pinched the bridge of her nose. She sometimes forgets that Sweetiebelle just isn't an outdoor person.

"Okay...how about we take a break?" She sighed.

"Oh thank heavens!" Sweetiebelle exclaimed as she dropped the twenty pounds of protective goalie gear off her frail body. She let out a sigh of relief as the cool air touched her exposed skin, spreading her arms to soak up the sun. It was a really hot day today. Sweetiebelle's sister insisted that she wear the yellow blouse today, with the butterfly design jean to school, as well as two layers of incredibly strong sunscreen for her ivory skin was prone to sun burn.

Scootaloo sat down on the soccer ball and rested her chin on her knees. No body told her what to wear today, so she decided on her classic graphic T-shirt with her olive green capris. Sweetiebelle sat down on the grass beside her.

"It's such a nice day outside. Why spend it doing sports? We should do something more productive, like Jumprope!" She pointed over to a group of girls doing the double Dutch. Scootaloo thought jump rope was for babies but she wasn't going to speak her mind and hurt Sweetiebelle's feelings.

"Heyah, girls!" An adorable voice with a trademark southern accent called from behind the two girls.

"Hey Applebloom! Why do you have your backpack? Are you leaving? It's only lunch time." Sweetiebelle asked, a little confused.

The cherry headed farm girl just laughed. "Yeah, I got a doctors appointment in a little, so I gotta leave early."

"Who's picking you up?" Scootaloo asked, standing up and giving Applebloom a low five in greeting.

"Fluttershy outta be here any minute."

VVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!

A loud roar of a motorcycle engine reverberated off the walls from the school parking lot. Off in the distance, a black motorcycle came to a stop. The rider unstraddled the bike and took off her helmet, letting her flowing pink locks fall to her shoulders. She waved and smiled to Applebloom.

"That's her! See ya girls!" Applebloom turned to run, but Scootaloo stopped her by the shoulder.

"Wait! What about the club today?" She asked.

"Don't worry! I got spike to set up after school."

"Spike will be there?" Sweetiebelle asked.

"Yes....." Applebloom replied in a suspicious tone. "Is that a problem?"

"Oh, no!" Sweetiebelle waved her hands in front of herself in surrender. Her cheeks were a rosey red. "I was just wondering!" She let out a nervous laugh. Scootaloo and Applebloom gave her a weird look, but soon payed it no mind. Applebloom waved goodbye and walked to the biker in the lot.

"Hey, kiddo." Fluttershy took off her sunglasses and tossled Applebloom's hair and causing the pink bow ribbon to loosen.

"Hey! I'm not a kid! I'm old enough!" Applebloom protested playfully.

"Your still a kid in my book." Fluttershy laughed. "Here, put this on, then hold onto me tight. A whole bunch a wierdos keep walking in the middle of the street today." She handed Applebloom her small red helmet, a helmet that Fluttershy bought just for her.

"Maybe there's some kinda parade!" Applebloom exclaimed with a joyful smile as she climbed onto the back of the bike behind Fluttershy. Applebloom loved parades.

"Doubt it. But there might be something going on." On the way to the school, Fluttershy also noticed broken windows and even a few burning buildings but she didn't want to tell Applebloom that. It might scare her.

"What's the first rule about riding a bike?" Fluttershy asked as she put on her helmet.

"Always wear a helmet!" Applebloom cheered, though her voice was muffled by the thick visor of her helmet.

"Very good< Applebloom." Fluttershy kick started the bike which burst into life with a chortling roar. "Let's stop by my honey's mechanic shop and pick up some snacks on the way. His does that sound?"

"Yay!" Applebloom wrapped her arms around Fluttershy's slim waist as the bike rolled of the parking lot, and zoomed down the street.

Only seconds before the undead began to slowly limp and crawl, surrounding the highly occupied Madison middle school. To bad that iron gate isn't enough to hold them back.

Deadbeats

Welcome to the Crystal Lovechild residence. A lovely suburban home off the east end of the Equestrian City. With a well kept lawn and a beautiful rosé garden on the porch, the Lovechild house was a delectable place of which to live. Such a shame that the only occupant of the two story estate was only one woman instead of a family of three that the house was designed for.

"I don't see why this must be an argument. Burning Passion wins the boob off by far." Miss Crystal Lovechild, or some people would call her Chrysalis, paced about her living room with an expensive cell phone held to her ear. She wore nothing but a dark green towel around her waist, letting her long, pale green hair and large bosoms to air dry from her previous shower.

"Of course I'm not really sick! I just need a day to myself is all....what? No, I'm walking half naked around my house right now. Wouldn't you like to be here?! HA!" She laughed as she talked loudly into her smartphone. Her breast jiggling with ever delicate step she took on the hard wood floor.

"No, I couldn't! I told you I was on a date. His name is Alex. Of course he's my age!"

Crystal stopped pacing and stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room as the phone fell silent.

"He was twenty two."

Silence.

"Eighteen."

Silence, then a low grumble.

"Okay fine! He was seventeen! So sue me! It's not like he didn't enjoy it!"

More jabber from the phone as Crystal nodded her head.

"Oh come on Vira! Don't be such a prude. I like the young ones. They're just so adorable. Of course it's not pedophilia! I'm only twenty five! What are you gonna do? Put me on dateline?" Crystal began to saunter over to the fine leather couch in the middle of her living room, rocking her hips as she did so. With her free hand, she dropped the towel from around her waist, letting her nude body free in all its glory. The sun shined through the window onto her nude form, making her wet skin sparkle in the sunlight.

She let out a sigh of pleasure. She loved the feeling of cool air brushing against her body. It made her feel alive.

"What?" Crystal paused to try and listen closer to the person on the other side of the line. "Look out my window?"

Of course, with no worries of her body being seen, she pulled the silk rope to split the elegant red curtains of her living room window. Peering out side, she at first didn't notice anything. Then she noticed the smoke, then she noticed the flaming buildings off in the distance, then she noticed her neighbor, the old hag that has complained about Crystal's loud music and sex noises in the past was now being brutally devoured by her husband on the front porch.

"Uh....." Crystal was a little lost for words at the bloody sight. It definitely wasn't an every day occurrence that people get eaten by other people on their front porch.

"I'm gonna have to call you back." She hung up the phone and slumped down on the leather couch. The cold leather touching her bum sent a pleasurable tingle up her spine. "Better check the news." The large forty inch plasma screen above the wooden fire place flicked on after Crystal took the remote from a nearby glass coffee table. Switching to the news.

"Complete chaos has ensued in the Equestrian City. Many citizens are evacuating due to a strange epidemic that has broken out into the metropolitan area. People are advised to stay indoors- What the?" The woman reporter didn't notice an undead hobo coming from behind her. For some reason the camera guy said nothing as he filmed the reporter getting tackled by the bearded hobo zombie. The camera cut off after blood sprayed on the lens.

"We...uh....seem to be having technical difficulties, um.....we will now move to Sky Swirl for traffic."

The TV shut off. Crystal had seen enough. She grinned and crossed her legs causing the loveliest of friction in all the right places. Picking up her phone, she dialed a number. It rang, and rang and rang.

"Hello, Mum? Are you there? It's your favorite daughter, Chrisy. Yes I hate you too." She leaned forward, rubbing her slender thighs together as she did so. "I just wanted to call and let you know that you owe me twenty dollars. Remember that bet I made with you a few days before you sent me off to boarding school? The one about zombies? Well I totally fucking called it."

Very loud jabbering echoed out of the phone.

"Don't believe me? Turn to the news, and by the way, I'm going to survive this, and there is nothing you can do to stop me. Cheers Mum, I hope a zombie bites your fake boobs off."

She hung up the phone, then dialed another number.

"Hello? Mrs. Harsh whinny? Yes. I'm home right now, not working in your shitty pharmaceuticals department. Do you want to know something? I have bigger boobs, sexier hips, and a much more attractive character then you, you're ugly, arrogant, and a total bitch and I quit. Hope you enjoy the end of the world!" She hung up and laughed out loud. It felt so good to finally let that rage out on her former boss, and it made Crystal feel even more happy about the situation. Her laughing fit soon died down as she laid a hand on her enlarged breasts to steady her breathing.

"I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy the rest of my me-time." She said to herself, stretching her arms high above her head and wiggling her toes. "Better stop by the department store later today, I bet everything will be a hundred percent off!"

"What the fuck is with all these people walking in the street!?" Fluttershy shouted as she swerved around another pedestrian in the middle of the intersection. Applebloom held tightly to Flutershy's slim waist, pushing he head into Flutershy's back to hold her body steady

"Excuse my language, Applebloom, but are you seeing this?" Whole clusters of of people limped aimlessly about the street. They kept trying to grab Fluttershy as she sped past them. The farther she rode into the city, the more people crowded the streets. Not only that, many abandoned cars and other debris were blocking the road too, making it harder and harder for Fluttershy to keep control of the bike. "What the hell?" She said to herself as she drove past the fifth burning building today. The mighty flames glowed, and reflected off Fluttershy's visor as she stared in awe at the massive fire for a split second.

"Fluttershy! Look out!!" Applebloom pointed ahead to a roadblock of cars ahead. An unsuspected pedestrian decided to jay walk in front of them.

"Shit!" Fluttershy jerked the handle bars sharply to the left causing the bike to turn on its side and skid across the pavement. She spun around in mid air as bike debris flew of the impact from steel to concrete and grabbed Applebloom in a ditch effort to protect her from the crash.

Thwack!!

Fluttershy hit the pavement, back first, with Applebloom's helmeted head squeezed tightly into her bosoms. The bike flipped over an abandoned car and slammed into a building. The front wheel flew off and bounced onto the sidewalk. The remains of Fluttershy's bike lay in smoldering, smoking, wreckage.

"Applebloom...?" Fluttershy whispered to her passenger. Applebloom was a little shaken up but seemed relatively uninjured. However, Fluttershy felt sharp pains in her spinal area.

"What the fuck, asshole?!!" She shouted, getting up and glaring at the man she just swerved around. "That could have killed her!" She pointed to Applebloom who was struggling to take her helmet off. When she did, her cherry hair fell to her shoulders and puffed up like an Afro after a few seconds. Fluttershy ripped her helmet off and threw it to the ground. She stomped over to the pedestrian, fuming with rage. The man didn't even move out of the way as Fluttershy gave a powerful left hook to his jaw that made an audible crack. The man spiraled to the pavement and cracked against it with a sickening crunch.

"Next time, use the cross walk! It's what it's there for, numbnuts!"

The man lay crumbled to the floor. His breath ragged , and skin pale. Dark red liquid dribbled from his crooked jaw. He let out a low gurgle and slowly started to lifted himself off the ground.

Fluttershy gave him a hard kick to the stomach before he could get go his feet. "Did I say you could get up!?".

Applebloom stood up and looked at the disheveled city around them. She let out a gasp as she noticed the large crowd of undead walking in their direction. Judging from their rotting, pale flesh, and bloody composure, Applebloom could at least depict that they weren't human. Four years of a high score record on House of The Dead at the arcade taught her that much.

"F-Fluttershy....." Applebloom quivered, reaching towards her without taking her sight off the oncoming horde of ferocious flesh eaters.

"Not now, Applebloom, I'm trying to-" Fluttershy paused with her boot up in mid-stomp as she looked around at the quickly surrounding undead. There was a moment of terrifying silence as the horde sluggishly walked to the two girls.

"Oh my stars!" Appleboom shrieked

"Applebloom! This way!"

Fluttershy scooped up Applebloom in her arms and ran into a nearby alleyway. The undead followed. Fluttershy's mind was currently on autopilot, the only thoughts in her head were:

Run! Run you idiot!

Fluttershy held Applebloom tight in her arms. Usually Applebloom didn't like being carried. She was a big girl now and she had her own legs to walk with, but she was too utterly horrified to protest. "What are those things!?" She squeaked, not daring to look back. But Applebloom already knew the answer to that question. Those countless hours of fun game time with her brother, playing left for dead, it has taught her that much.

They were zombies. Freaking zombies.

"God damn! There's so many of them!" Big Mac kicked an undead custodian away as it tried to feast on his succulent biceps. "They just keep coming!" Big Mac prayed high and low that her sisters were safe. He couldn't live with himself if something were to happen to them. Him and Caramel ran down the halls heading for the school parking lot since that was where they were supposed to evacuate in the event of an emergency.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekk!"

"Did you hear that? Some one is screaming!" Caramel yelped, looking around for the possible source.

"Caramel, everyone is screaming right now."

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeekk!!" The same scream, but this time it was a little louder.

"I know that scream!" Caramel shouted, stopping dead in his tracks, and turning into a hallway full of undead. "It's...me amour Rarity!" A few chords of a guitar played it the back ground.

"Did you hear that?" Big Mac asked looking up at the ceiling.

"The screaming?"

"No, the guitar chords."

"Big Mac, what ever you're smoking, it's working."

Big Mac just rolled his eyes as he followed Caramel into the hallway.

"A fair maiden is in trouble! We must save her!" Caramel declared as he sacked a few zombie punk rockers with the broken chair leg he found earlier. Mac followed behind, punching zombies with bandaged fist like some eighties CIA agent that just ran out of bullets.

"Stay away from me!" Rarity screamed. She was slumped down in a corner, her legs splayed apart as she held her arms in front of her face to defend against the crowding undead. One of the teenaged zombies lunged at her to be stopped after a bandaged fist socked him with tremendous force, cracking his jaw to where it hung by a thread.

Rarity shivered, her eyes were shut as she awaited brutal death that luckily never came.

"Are you alright, miss?" Big Mac said, giving her an open hand to help her up. He didn't even look at her lace panties.

Rarity opened her dark blue eyes and looked up at her hunky savior. It was like something out of a fantasy she always had. A knight in shinning armor has bested the wretched beasts to save her and is now offering his hand in aid. She gladly accepted his strong hand, her gaze never leaving his deep green eyes.

"You saved me..." Rarity sighed, completely awestruck by how handsome Big Mac was. How in the hell has she never noticed him before? Too caught up in her own world of rich high class friends to even glance at the little people perhaps? Regardless, Rarity was completly entranced by her savior's gaze to even notice he was gently shaking her shoulders to get her attention. His big hands felt so warm.

"Miss, are you okay?" Big Mac tried to get her attention, but to no avail. She couldn't stop staring into his eyes. The poor girl was probably traumatized.

"I can't believe it! We just save the prettiest and most popular girl in school! We're so gonna score!" Rarity finally snapped out of her enamoured trance by Caramel's obscene outburst. Her frail body began to shiver and quake at the realization of this new reality. People were dying by the second in the most horrific way, bieng eaten alive. There was a high chance that almost everyone she knows and holds dear could be dead and have become one of them.

This was shit. Serious shit. And Rarity couldn't take it.

She colapsed into Mac's stable arms and broke into trembling sobs. Her mascara began to run and stain Big Mac's white undershirt. Mac of course being a gentleman and knowing a girl need, embraced her, hugging away alll her fears and worries with his welcoming muscles and body heat.

"It's okay." He whispered into her ear. "They can't hurt you no more."

It was so soothing for Rarity to have some one say that now.

"I wouldn't be so sure." Caramel said, pointing over to the next cluster of the undead science class.

Big Mac grimaced at the sight. He'll never get used to looking at them. Their horrible expressions of anguish and death. "Rarity, would you like to come with us? We're going to the court yard to find my sister." Rarity thought for a split second.
processing. Answer.........Yes! By all that is holy yes!!!!

Of course Rarity couldn't say that out loud, she was a proper lady after all.

"Of course I'll accompany you, I must thank you for saving my..."

"Thank me later! Lets go!" Big Mac grabbed Rarity by the hand, and led her to the opposite direction from the zombies with Caramel following behind.

Rarity never felt so strange before. What weird feelings it is to like a boy who isn't rich and handsome, and rather just handsome. He barely said a few words, and already his touch sends shivers down her spine.

Is this....love at first sight?

"Where is Principle Celestia!?" Twilight squeaked as she barged into the abandoned office, followed by the chainsaw wielding Pinkie pie.

"Maybe she grew a pair of fluffy white wings and a horn and flew out the window!" Pinkie smiled as Twilight gave her the stare of what-have-you-been-smoking.

The office itself was completly ransacked. Just moments ago it was clean and organized, now it looked as if a tornado blew through it. Chairs knocked over, Celestia's grand oak desk was turned over, and blood....everywhere. The desk phone lay on the floor, still plugged in. It didn't really matter since Twilight had a cellphone, but she picked up the desk phone and dialed a number.

"C'mon....c'mon..." She mumbled as the dial tone rang for what seemed like an eternity.

"Hello?" An adolescent voice asked from the other side of the line

"Spike! Oh thank heavens you're okay!" Twilight could have cried for how relieved she was to hear his voice. "Spike! You need to..."

"What?" Spike said. "I can't hear you. Speak up."

"Spike listen to me! You have to..."

"Hello!? Hello!? Twilight? Is that you!"

"Yes it's me spike, but you need to know-"

"Hold on I'm going through a tunnel...your breaking up..."

"Spike how could you possibly...."

"Ha ha! This is a voicemail! Leave a message!"

Beep.

The phone slid out of Twilight's open hand and cracked on the floor. Her mouth was agape as a tear rolled down her cheek. Spike had pulled a prank at the worst moment possible, and he did it without meaning to.

"Did he pull that voicemail prank? I love that prank! I always laugh when I get one of those." Pinkie cheered.

Twilight felt her chest was burning a little. A feeling that was slightly alien to her. The feeling, no...the undying urge to punch some one. A feeling of rage that has truly never peaked within Twilight's soul. Thankfully...it didn't bubble over, not now.

If spike couldn't answer, maybe her parents will! The desk phone was broken, so Twilight used her near death cell phon, and speed dialed her house. Followed by more of that accursed eternal dial tone.

"Twilight!?" The phone picked up.

"Mom!" Twilight was relived to hear her mother's voice, her real voice.

"Honey, come to the house!"

"Mom?"

"Come to the house Twilight, bring spike! Quickly!" The phone hung up, and Twilight was left with another objective to her mental plan.

She turned to Pinkie pie, who was helping herself to the taffy jar in Principle Celestia's file cabinet.

"Pinkie, would you like to come with me to my mom and dad's place? I got to find my brother."

"Of course!" Pinkie beamed with a mouth full of taffy, and the bloodied chainsaw at her side. "Gotta help my friends!"

There's that word again. What a nice word for an asshat of a world this land has become.

The Dead Will Sing

"If your brother doesn't show up in ten minutes, we're leaving!" An impatient Rainbow Dash stood on the bed of a pickup truck in the school parking lot, just yards from the courtyard. Surprisingly, not many zombies wandered about the bloodied parking lot, only a few stragglers that limped over to be whacked by either Applejack or Rainbow Dash.

It's been a possible half hour since the world went to shit. The school was almost completely evacuated except for those who became human happy meals.

"I told my brother to meet me here when ever something big happens." Applejack said. "Hopefully, he'll be here."

"Applejack...." Rainbow spartan kicked a rent-a-cop zombie in the face and jumped off the truck to stand by Applejack. "Face facts, he's probably dead."

Applejack was teetering over the cliff of self control right now. Never before has a disagreement with a friend ever lead to blows. The day she socks Dash in the face for being an insensitive cunt will be the day she really loses her rag. "Just shut up and wait Rainbow. My brother is coming." She tried her best to contain the venom in her voice. Rainbow Dash being too apathetic didn't take notice that she was really making Applejack mad, nor even care if she did.

"Pffft...whatever." Rainbow turned over to the black pickup that she was previously standing on. "So what's the plan if your brother survives?" She turned her head to Applejack

"We drive down the road and get my sister."

"Are you serious!?" Rainbow let out an exasperated sigh. It's times like this that make her happy she was an only child. Siblings are just a bother. "You know it'd be really easy to see how your siblings are doing if you had a cellphone."

"Well, Dash, some of us country folk can't afford-" Applejack stopped in mid sentence as a little candle stick flickered on in her head.

"That's it! Dash, hand me your phone!" Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes as Applejack took the phone from her hand, and took a whole minute just to figure out how to get to the phone option on the accursed touch screen smartphone.

"Who ya calling?" Rainbow asked as Applejack fumbled with the touch buttons.

"Fluttershy." Applejack replied.

"She's not gonna pick up when she sees my number." Rainbow retorted. The phone rang and rang as poor anxious Applejack waited for some one to answer. Unfortunately for her, it went to default voice mail.

"Fluttershy! It's me Applejack! Please call back, I need to know if you have Applebloom! Please, please call back!" After the message beeped, applejack gave Rainbow 's phone back to her with trembling hands.

"I told you she wouldn't pick up." Applejack was teetering over that edge again.

"Applejack!" A voice called from the other side of the parking lot. It's Big Mac! Followed by Caramel and Rarity! Applejack has never felt so relieved to see her brother alive and well. "Over here!" She called, waving her arms in the air.

As Big Mac was in range, applejack ran up to him and gave him one of her famous bear hugs, the type of hug where you wrap your arms around the person and squeeze as tightly as you can to squeeze out as much love as possible. Of course this hug didn't affect Big Mac as much as it would some one else since he was larger and more muscular than her.
"I'm so glad you're okay!" Applejack would never cry but she could of cried tears of joy down her freckled cheeks if she didn't have a reputation to keep.

"The undead have taken over the school. We need to get out of here now." Big Mac said, looking back at an approaching horde.

"Whoa hold on!" Rainbow shouted. "I'm not going any where with her!" She pointed to Rarity, who returned with a look of disgust.

"Feeling's mutual, you wretched hobbknocker." Rarity folded her arms and pointed her nose in the air.

"Oh man....here we go." Applejack was certainly not unfamiliar with the beef that's been between Rarity and Rainbow Dash. Dash seemed to have a problem with everybody these days, especially Fluttershy. "She may look all pretty and helpless but turn your back for one minute, she'll stab you right in the short ribs, the two faced cunt." Rainbow growled, taking a menacing step towards Rarity.

"You're one to talk! I actually care about my family and loved ones, you ignorant meat head. All you care about is yourself!" Rarity took a menacing step towards Rainbow Dash, teeth grinding, hatred bubbling.

"Alright, you two! That's enough!" Applejack stood in between the two seething young women, preventing possible...violence? At least verbally. "If we just bicker over things in the past then we are all gonna die. So how bout we work together so we don't end up on the menu."

Once again, Applejack was right. Rarity and Rainbow turned their backs to each other and huffed a gust of air.

"Spoiled bitch."

"Negligent arsehole."

"If we're going to leave, we need a mode of transportation!" Caramel looked about the parking lot. "I'm pretty sure the streets are full of those things now." He pointed over to the exit gates to show clusters of undead students. Big Mac looked around. He let out a gasp as his eyes rested on a red, topless jeep by the principles empty parking spot.( which was weird since the principles weren't ones to not bring their cars to school.) "Over here!" He lead the others over to the jeep. Of course the keys weren't in it, but that wasn't enough to stop Big Mac.

"What are you doing?" Applejack asked as Big Mac pulled off the cover under the steering wheel with one swift pulling motion. He took two wires out, and started to put them together.

"Hot wiring a car, what's it look like?" After a few seconds of meddling with the cables, he put another set of wires together and the jeep roared to life. Applejack stared, completely flabbergasted.

"Wow Big Mac. I didn't know you were such a bad boy." Rainbow dash hopped into the passenger seat. "Shot gun!"

"How'd you learn to do that?" Applejack asked as she climbed in the back of the jeep with everyone else.

"Well....I have a lot of time on my hands." Big Mac said sheepishly with a with a nervous smile. He really didn't want to tell Applejack the real story...it was just to much to explain and confess.

"C'mon lets go!" Rainbow pounded on the dash board to get Big Mac to move the damn jeep. Mac reached for the transmission and gasped. He looked down, his face turning pale.

"What is it, darling?" Rarity asked from the back seat. Applejack raised a brow at that. Rarity never met her brother before and she was calling him darling?

"I don't know how to drive a stick shift." Mac confessed, lowering his head in shame as he stared at the accursed eight ball stick between the seats.

"Oh,move over!" Rainbow dash jumped out of her seat and sat on Big Mac's lap. Her toned ass grinded against his groin for a split second as she tried to shove him out of the drivers seat. He fumbled around a bit to move out of Rainbow's way, but accidentally grabbed her exposed thighs under her skirt.

"Hey!" Rainbow pushed her butt into his stomach, shoving him into the passenger seat. His face, red as a tomato, at what he has done. Rainbow always felt that if a dude ever touched anything near her ass, he would get smacked but she has known Big Mac for as long as she has known Applejack, so maybe one accidental grope will be okay. Just as long as he doesn't try it again.

"Woo hoo! Road trip!" Caramel shouted as Rainbow swiftly pulled the jeep in reverse out of the parking lot. The fat tires made a loud screech on the pavement, jerking the vehicle violently to the right. Applejack tried to hold on but her trademark hat fell off her braided blonde head.

"Mah hat!" She shouted, trying to grab for it. But Rainbow shoved the jeep in gear, and took off through the campus gates, leaving the hat behind in a puddle of blood on the asphalt.

The stolen jeep that our unlikely heroes rode was extremely loud. It roared down the road at a break neck speed, swerving around abandoned cars and cluster of undead. Rainbow Dash always was a fast driver.

"The middle school is just up ahead, we need to find my sister." Applejack pointed forward from the back seat.

Rarity let out a sigh. She too was anxious and worried for her own beloved sister Sweetiebelle. She could easily call her but she lost her phone back at school and she sure as hell not going to ask for Rainbow's phone. Wait...does Caramel have a phone? Doubtful.

"There it is!" Big Mac motioned for Rainbow Dash to stop the car in front of Maddison Middle School. It was surprisingly quiet and empty. It almost seemed like the school was already evacuated. "C'mon!" Applejack hopped out of the back to the jeep and ran towards the front gates. "Applebloom!" She screamed as her skirt flapped in the wind, letting the perverted Caramel steal a quick look at her cotton white panties.

"Alright.~" He grinned, nodding his head in approval at her nicely toned gams.

Big Mac however wasn't following his sister like he should be. Instead, he stood up in the jeep. Listening to some kind of noise. A noise, like a loud hissing noise that seemed to grow louder.

"Applejack! Wait!"

BOOOOOOMMM!!!!

The front office of Madison junior high exploded, sending splinters wood and debris every where! The entire building was set ablaze from the unexpected explosion! Boom! Crash! Blam! Several more smaller bursts of erupting flame launched from the building, sending charred furniture, and other debris in all directions. The force of the blast knocked Applejack off her feet, and slammed her to the ground.

"Applejack!!" Big Mac leapt out of the jeep and ran to his sister. Ashes and cinders quickly filled the air making it hard to breath as the sky filled with a plume of smoke.

"Applebloom...." Applejack moaned as she lifted her head to look at the smoldering wreckage.

"Applejack, are you hurt?" Big Mac ran and knelled to her side, helping her on to her feet.

"Applebloom..." She moaned again, the blazing fire reflecting off her glassy green eyes as she stared into the flame with horror.

"Applebloom!!" She screamed, trying to run into the burning inferno, but Mac held her back.

"It's no use, Jacklyn! If she's in there you can't save her!" It's been a very long time since Mac used her first name. It really gave her an odd feeling, but she was too traumatized to recognize it. But regardless, she fought in her brother's grasp to save her sister. Applejack felt ill. That sickening feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when something horrible has happened and you couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Maybe she's not even here! Maybe Fluttershy picked her up!" Big Mac was struggling to hold her sister back. He even had to go as far as to wrap his strong arms around her waist as she kicked and screamed. Though, Big Mac's words made sense. Maybe Applebloom is okay.

All hope for that was lost though as a flaming pink ribbon floated down from the smoke cloud and landed at her feet. It was without a doubt Applebloom's ribbon that she always wore on her head. Applebloom was burned to death.

"Applebloom...." Applejack began to sob when she stared at the half burnt ribbon as her knees gave in and Mac held her into his chest. Her body shook as she sobbed into her brother's undershirt. The second time today, a broken young woman has found his muscular chest as emotional support.

The others bowed there heads in silence, even Rainbow Dash knew how much the Apple sibling loved one another. But she couldn't cry, why would she? She wasn't the one that has possibly just lost a younger sister.

Rarity however kept on to whatever optimism she had left. Maybe mum and dad picked her up.. she thought.

Regardless of what everybody thought, .every one at that very moment realized the true extent of horror that this new world has become. A world unpredictable, unforgiving, and dangerous. As Applejack cried, Big Mac caressed her blonde braided hair, a tactic that he often used to calm her down since she always loved it and she combed her hair.

Thankfully, it worked, but Applejack has now been left with a hole in her heart.

In her eyes, Applebloom was a scorched corpse.

"Ugh...these heels weren't meant for running." Fluttershy grumbled as she took off her pointed leather boots, and massaged her small, delicate feet. She was wearing yellow thigh-high socks under her tighter-then-skin-tight leather pants to avoid unwanted friction. Definitely came in handy when they ran away from that horde of zombies earlier.

Applebloom just giggled. She never understood why Fluttershy dressed like that in the first place. Her tang top was way too tight and that skinny leather jacket didn't even cover her midriff, showing her pearl belly button piercing. What was the point of a jacket if it didn't keep you warm? Applebloom was always so practical when it came to clothes. Just a simple yellow T-shirt, and jean high waters would suffice. And let's not forget her pink bow on top of her...wait...where is her bow? Applebloom felt the top of her head to find the pink ribbon was gone. Darn. it was her favorite pink ribbon too.

"There's no way were going to get to your house at this rate." Fluttershy said, parting her long, flowing pink hair and standing up from the curb. "It's going to get dark soon and we're sure as sugar not going to travel at night." She looked up at the evening sky. She lost her aviator glasses earlier after the crash but who cares, it's a zombie apocalypse.

"We're going to need some wheels."

The streets of downtown Equestrian city was surprisingly empty. Probably because the undead were more attracted to all the noise people were making as they tried to evacuate by the bridge over the river. The road must be loaded with traffic and possibly guarded by the national guard or something.

"A global pandemonium has struck the world today as a disease currently nicknamed "Murder Syndrome" has spread all over the world in a matter of seconds. Authorities are trying to contain infected individuals into designated quarantine zones."

A tv store with the front window full of tvs were tuned to the local news channel. Fluttershy stared in horror as this "Murder Syndrome" was everywhere. Tokyo, India, Russia, all over, walking corpses were feasting upon the living, destroying society as we know it.

"What is it, Fluttershy?" Applebloom walked up from behind her to look at the tvs.

"It's nothing...don't worry." Fluttershy turned Applebloom away from the newscast. It would be too horrid for such a young mind to see, even if she was in the seventh grade.

The rest of the downtown area was a total mess. Cars were abandoned all over the street. Debris and garbage littered the sidewalks while another building burned off in the distance. A few undead citizens roamed around aimlessly, groaning, limping, drooling blood, and other vile fluids. Fluttershy stayed silent and led Applebloom to walk around them. She heard some where before that zombies can't see and are directed only by sound. Hopefully, that wasn't complete bullshit because this mistake could cost them their lives.

Of course, the zombie stragglers left the two young women alone as the quietly tiptoed around them.

"How are we gonna get home?" Applebloom whispered. Her large amber eyes wide with fear.

Fluttershy looked around the block and smiled. A motorcycle dealership was just over yonder.

"I've got an idea." She grinned.

"So what's the plan?" Caramel asked, breaking a long silence that has fallen over our heroes. This question took everyone aback. No one seemed to even be thinking of what to do next. They were much too busy trying to cope with the world being overrun by the undead to focus on a plan for survival. So nobody answered Caramel.

"My plan is Costco." He said with a smile. "Think about it. It's a department, sport, and grocery store all in one! They even have big metal doors and only two entrances. It's perfect!"

Rarity squinted her eyes. Rarity didn't want to be stuck in a Costco with these ruffians. She was sure that if she could get a hold of her parents she would be right as rain. Her father probably had a private helicopter waiting just for her and a suite at some off shore hotel to wait out this whole thing.

"Costco it is then." Rainbow said sternly. "There's one up ahead on the right."

Applejack sat in the back, her legs up, and her head in her knees. Ever since they left the school, she has been dead silent as Big Mac wrapped his arms around her in soothing embrace. He has tried to comfort her in her grief, it's been a traumatizing afternoon.

The sun was beginning to set as the white clouds turned hues of purple and orange. Many plumes of black smoke has mixed with them, making a few clouds an ugly greenish blue color. Rainbow dash has tried her best to stay away from the central regions of the city because of possible undead armies. Freeways, and overpasses were blocked by either wrecked cars, or hordes of undead. It makes you wonder just how many people of the city actually survived. Not many obviously.

"If we can, Rainbow, we should probably find shelter and a change of clothes as well." Rarity said, looking down at her lightly torn and bloody school uniform. Rainbow just scoffed, she hated the sound of Rarity's wining voice. It drove her up a wall.

But then, her phone suddenly starts to ring. She brings the jeep to a steady cruise down the empty street, and looked at the caller ID. It was unknown. Should she answer it? It's probably her dad. But she wouldn't even want to talk to him if it was.

She picked it up.

"Hello?" She asked, not taking her eyes off the road.

"Rainbow Dash? Is that you?"

Oh my lord. That voice. That unmistakable voice.

"Applebloom?" Rainbow whispered, completely shocked to hear her adorable southern voice again.

"Yeah Dash! It's me! How are ya!" Applebloom chirped, unnaturally happy.

"Uh....." Rainbow looked in the rear view mirror to see Applejack giving her a depressing look. She obviously didn't notice that she was talking to her sister from beyond the grave. "I'm fine."

"Great! Is Applejack there?" Rainbow had this strange urge to say no. In her mind she was having one of those "what if" moments. What if she left Applejack in the dark about Applebloom's well being? It's like that feeling you get when you sit by your closest friend or loved one on top of a high cliff or ledge and think to yourself "what if I just pushed her off? It won't require much, just a little shove." Of course you don't do it but that doesn't stop you from having the idea.

"Applejack." Rainbow handed back her cellphone to Applejack without looking from the road "it's Applebloom."

"If this is some kind of sick joke, it's not funny. " Applejack growled, giving Rainbow a death stare through the rear view mirror.

"I shit you not, it's her." Applejack delicately took the phone and held it to her ear.

"Applebloom?" She asked unsure at first.

"Applejack! Big sis you're okay!" The color in Applejack's cheeks rushed back in full luster. She was struck speechless by Applebloom's voice. It was like a miracle from heaven.

"Applebloom!" Applejack smiled as tears of joy rolled down her face. "Applebloom! I was so worried! Where are you?!"

"Uh... I'm in a phone booth right now. I'm with Fluttershy." Applebloom twirled the phone cord with her little fingers as she stood in the lit phone booth.

"No, I mean where are you?" Applejack replied, as Big Mac felt a wave of relief wash over his body to hear his sister was safe and sound with the most badass girl he knows and maybe even slightly admires.

"The street signs knocked down. I can't see. It's too dark but I'm in front of a motorcycle store." Applebloom looked about to see that the sun was setting very quickly and the dreaded night was coming fast.

"Where's Fluttershy?"

"She can't come to the phone right now." Applebloom looked over at the store to see Fluttershy inside, looking at all the bike models in the indoor lot.

"Applebloom. Listen closely, me and some friends are going to the neighborhood Costco on..." She paused to look at the street sign while Rainbow turned the jeep into the Costco parking lot. "...West Street." She finished.

"West Street, Costco, got it!" Applebloom looked down to see that she has just wrapped her self up in the telephone cord by her aimless spinning around.

"Please be safe...we have to..."

Insert more coins to continue call.

"Uh oh, gotta go sis! Almost outta time. Love you! Bye!"

"Wait! Applebloom!" The phone went dead.

Applebloom took a moment to untangle herself from the mess of wires that has wrapped around her like a lasso. Fluttershy walked around the indoor motorcycle lot of a place called "Jerry's deals". They definitely did have quite a large selection of motorcycles here. Models ranging from Harley's, to dirt bikes, and Suzuki street bikes, to ATVs. Fluttershy took her time sifting through the two wheeled vehicles, searching for the perfect ride she always wanted.

"Yah find one yet?" Applebloom asked after she walked into the store. The electricity still worked, so the lot was very well lit for Fluttershy to inspect a specific motorbike that came to her liking. It was one of those old military bikes with the side car. A beauty of a machine, very rare in value and durable as a tank.

"I think this will do for us just nicely." Fluttershy smiled. "How much?"

Applebloom checked the price tag tied to the handle. "Seventy eight thousand dollars!" She gasped.

"I can't pay that!" Fluttershy said sarcastically with an expression of mock surprise. "What an outrageous price! I'll have to talk to the manager...oh!" She stopped and looked around. "It looks like he's not here, I guess it's ours for free." Well it may not be setting a good example as a role model to Applebloom, but hey, it's a zombie apocalypse, anything goes.

"I'll go get the keys from the back, you go get us some helmets and other gear in a backpack over there at the equipment and apparel. Make sure you get one that fits." Fluttershy said, gesturing towards the isle of bike clothes on the side of the store.

"Okay!" Applebloom cheered and zoomed off to the isle.

The manager's office was unlocked and easy to get into. But as Fluttershy got near the door, she could smell a faint rusty smell. The smell of blood.

Taking extreme caution, Fluttershy opened the door just a crack to see inside. There was nothing behind the door, but the smell got worse. She walked inside, holding her hand over her mouth, trying not to gag. Her boots made light thumps on the carpeted floor as she slowly walked into the room.

Thump.....thump.....thump.....

She turned the corner to see a most terrible sight.

A man, possibly the manager, sat in his swivel chair. His body was limp and a whole part of his head was blown off, exposing his chunky, pink gray matter. He held a gun his open hand. This man has committed suicide via firearm, splattering blood and brains all over the wall. His eyes were bugged out of his head, one eyeball hung out of the socket by a thread. Fluttershy was on the verge of throwing up, but quickly swallowed down her gags. A cork board on the opposite wall had hooks holding numerous keys. She searched through them until she found the key to her chosen bike. She turned and looked at the man. A horrid expression of panic, and fear was frozen on his bloodied face. It was hard to look at.

She reached over and took the gun from his cold clammy hand. She opened a desk drawer to find a whole box of 45. Caliber bullets and two empty magazines. He won't need it...he's dead. Hopefully he won't start walking like the rest of them.

Fluttershy didn't know where to fit the pistol, or even the bullets on herself. She couldn't even keep her cellphone in her bra like she usually did today let alone store a loaded firearm. Instead she stuffed the barrel in the back of her pants, right between her supple butt cheeks, and in between her thong.

"Fluttershy! I got some cool stuff!" Applebloom ran up to Fluttershy holding a backpack full of protective gear.

"Nice work, kid, I got the keys." She jingled them In her fingers and took the backpack, placing the case of bullets in the front pocket. "Let's roll."

They walked over to the bike. Applebloom hopped into the comfy side car while Fluttershy swung her leg over the seat.

"Shoot..." She said out loud.

"What's the matter?" Applebloom asked.

"No gas."

Applebloom looked out towards the window. "How about that has station across the street?" She said, pointing towards it. It was dark, and the streets were dimly lit. The convenience store lights were off. It looks pretty shady but what choice do they have?

"C'mon, help me push it over there."

The girls pushed the heavy bike out of the dealership door. Before crossing the deserted street, Applebloom habitually looked both ways. They rolled it over to one of the pump stations.

"Crap. It's self pay. " Fluttershy looked up at the pump in defeat. "Got any money on you?" She asked looking down at Applebloom who pulled out the lining of her pockets and shrugged.

"Alright then, do you want something from the store?" Fluttershy turned and started to walk towards the convenience store.

"I'll have a strawberry snowball if they have 'em" Applebloom said after a second of thinking.

"Wait out here with the bike, call if you need me." Fluttershy instructed before entering the dark store.

Applebloom waited patiently. She knit her fingers together, and rocked back and forth on her heels. The dim lights only shinned on her, making her surroundings dark, and visibility almost nonexistent. There was no way she could have noticed the figure sneaking in the shadows.

Fluttershy flicked the light switch by the counter. Strangely, the lights didn't come on, must have been some short circuit or something. She walked along the isles until she found a newly sealed package of strawberry, coconut sprinkled snowballs. She also grabbed a gourmet chocolate bar for herself and brought it to the counter.

"Excuse me. I'd like to buy this. Is anyone here?" She said to no one. She laughed a little after taking the little scanner and "scanning" the good items as if she were buying them.

"Beep." She made a beep noise to mimic the sound it would actually make. People would think she was crazy if they saw her doing this. She was glad to have this little moment with herself as she dropped the last bit of civil conduct from her mind.

"Five ninety nine. Fuck that." She took the cash register, and threw it to the hard linoleum floor. The cheap hunk of metal busted open, and dollars and coins flew everywhere. She picked up a few twenty dollar bills, and put her groceries in a plastic bag.

"Aren't I a bad_ " Her sentence was cut short by a scream. Applebloom's scream.

"Applebloom!" Fluttershy dropped the bag and crashed out the front door.

"Don't move or I will fucking kill her!" A man, burly and dressed like a low class gangster held Applebloom at knife point. His grubby muscular arms had her by the neck . Applebloom was terrified. She was hyperventilating, and felt absolutely sick that this man was touching her is such a way.

"Fluttershy..." She choked as the man drove the knife closer to her exposed neck.

"I told you to shut up!" He shouted into her ear, making her whimper, and submit to his dominance. He took a hand and clenched her shoulder to hold her still. "Your a pretty little thing."He growled, making her wince and squeak in utter fear and helplessness.

"What the fuck is wrong with you you sick sack of shit! Are you crazy! She's just a girl!" Fluttershy took a enraged step towards the lowlife pedophile.

"Did I say you could move!" The man shouted, poking the tip of the knife in Applebloom's neck, drawing a droplet of blood.

"What the fuck do you want?" Fluttershy growled.

"Your bike!" He retracted the knife and pointed to the recently stolen motorcycle. "Pump up the gas or I'll slit this bitch's throat!"

Fluttershy slowly walked to the bike, without facing her back to him. The disgusting pervert continued to fondle poor Applebloom, spreading his disgusting hairy hands onto her abdomen, and the back of her thighs. He tightened his grip on her neck as he gave her round butt a squeeze. She could only wince and tense her body up as he touched her in places no one should.

"The bike is filled dick. Let her go." Fluttershy gave him a stare that could bore through mountains.

"Great. Now go get lost!" The man took the knife back out of his pocket, and swung it in her direction.

"I'm not leaving without her, asshole." She growled, reaching slowly to the small of her back.

"If you don't fuck off I'm going to kill her!" He began to tighten his grip. Applebloom gasped for breath, but air couldn't reach her starving lungs as the man began to choke her.

"Do it then..." Fluttershy said in a low tone.

"What!?" The man said in surprise.

"Go ahead. kill her. She is of no use to me." Fluttershy kept a straight face and stared the insane pervert right in the eyes. Applebloom's lips began to quiver. How could she say that? After all they've been through!? She's going to let this happen?

"I'm not fucking around! She's dead!" Fluttershy stayed silent. She reached for the small of her back. Almost there. But..she might hit Applebloom...

"I'm gonna do it!!!" Silence.

"I'll kill her!" He dug the knife farther into her neck. Applebloom just closed her eyes in helpless defeat as this monster licked her freckled cheek with his slimy tongue.

Silence.

"I'll fucking do iiiiiiitttt!!!!!"

BANG!

Crimson liquid sprayed onto the asphalt. Applebloom fell to her knee as the man let go of her, blood spraying every where. She coughed and hacked as her windpipe was finally set free. The man stood, trying to keep steady from the bullet hole in his chest.

BLAM!

Another round into his leg, fired from Fluttershy's drawn weapon. Fluttershy wanted to riddle this fucker with bullets, but she had a better idea. The man screamed in agony and fell slump to the ground, bleeding from his leg, and chest, completely immobilized.

Fluttershy put away the gun and ran to the coughing Applebloom, and embraced her into a hug.

"Applebloom, sweetie, I'm so sorry." She cried as she comforted the sobbing Applebloom. "I would never let any one hurt you! It was all a lie." She didn't notice that she was suffocating her by pulling her face into her ample cleavage.

"Fluttershy...I can't breath," Applebloom's little voice was muffled by mounds of flesh.

"Oh! Sorry!" She pulled her out, and Applebloom inhaled a breath of sweet sweet oxygen. Fluttershy wiped her tears away and kissed Applebloom on the forehead. "He can't hurt you no more." Applebloom smiled and hugged her again.

"You bitch....shot me.." The man choked. Fluttershy and Applebloom looked down at him in disgust.

"Pig." Fluttershy gave him a swift, hard kick to his tiny groin.

"Mother flower." Applebloom spit in his face.

"W-wait...you can't just leave me here!" The man pleaded as the girls hoped on their bike and started the engine.

"I don't know who to feel more bad for Applebloom, this disgraceful sack of shit, or the zombies that are going to eat him." Fluttershy smiled an evil smile as she looked over yonder at an approaching group of undead.

"The zombies of course!" Applebloom put on the googles of her helmet, and the women took off leaving a small cloud of dust.

"No!...come back!" The man looked in horror as an undead police officer limped toward him.

"Stay away!" He shouted as other undead grand his arms, ripping them off his body, making disgusting noises of ripping flesh. The man screamed, but to only be stopped as an undead woman ripped his throat out, silencing him forever.

"We need a place to sleep tonight Applebloom." Fluttershy said, turning into an urban housing area.

"Where?" Applebloom asked. The side car was do much fun to ride in. Fluttershy looked around.

"Pick a house."

Florance

I remember when I was young, I used to be so sickly.

I was always in bed, my body weak and my bones brittle. I was always too sick to play outside, and I rarely left my bedroom in the two story country house with my mom and dad. It was a lovely home. I lived a wonderful childhood there, even if I was bed ridden. It had a humongous yard with beautiful birch trees all around. The large lawn was well kept by our weekly lawn care service, making the house seem fit for a king on summer vacation.

I loved that house. I loved my mom and dad.

My mother would sit by my beside whenever she wasn't working. She read me stories, told me jokes and played lots of fun broad games. Her favorite was scrabble but I wasn't as smart as her, so she always won. My father was a doctor. He was a brilliant mind, an inventor. He was often spending his spare time in his laboratory that I was not allowed in down stairs. On the weekends, me, my mom, and my father would go for a walk in the park near our house. My mother pushed my wheelchair as my dad and I played a twenty questions game.

At the park is where I met my best friend. She was brash, funny, and headstrong . My polar opposite. While my mom and dad went to go get some drinks for all of us, I sat in my wheelchair near the playground. My delicate , shriveled legs were covered by a home made quilt. The only thing I could do was watch as the children played. Walking, running, jumping, all things I could not do.

I twiddled my thumbs, hoping that something different would happen today, and sure enough, it did.

Like a run away freight train, a soccer ball hit me square in the face. My body just froze up as a slight stinging sensation sizzled upon the impact zone of my nose and cheeks. The kids playing soccer over yonder ran up to me, apologizing, and asking if I were okay. Regardless of the pain, I told them it's fine. One boy pointed over to a girl and said "she kicked it!"

The girl. My best friend. Rainbow Dash.

She apologized to me as well, not as sincere as the others but she still apologized. We soon got to know each other more, and about a month of visits, we became inseparable.

It was a wonderful time. My mother would bake Rainbow and me a big batch of our favorite cookies while we all sat by the fire as my dad read us a thriller novel. It was by far the best time of my life. Rainbow dash even helped me get more familiar with the outdoors.

Such a great time.

But alas, it was not to last. I started to feel weaker and more sick by the day. I was so sick to the point even Rainbow couldn't visit anymore so she wouldn't catch anything from me. Every night after she would change my IV pouch, my mother would sit at the foot of my bed and tell me goodnight. She looks at me, her beautiful turquoise eyes glassy with tears. She takes my limp, pale hands in hers and tells me.

"No matter what happens, Florance, I will always love you. Be strong for mommy okay? Because what ever happens, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

She started to cough violently. Her hand had stains of blood, a symptom that I often had. Was mommy sick too? But she looks so healthy! Maybe she'll be okay.

She wasn't okay.

Two weeks later, my mother also became gravely ill. She felt at first that it was just a severe case of the flu. She told me all she needed was bed rest but I knew that wouldn't be enough. A month passes and my mother couldn't leave the bed, or even the room. Her long red hair lost its luster and her once beautiful turquoise eyes now dull and glossy. I sat in my wheel chair by her bedside, holding her frail hands paler then mine.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." I sobbed. With whatever strength left in her body, she hugged me and told me she loved me, and no matter what happens, I will always be her beautiful butterfly. My father came into the room, and we all joined together in a group hug. I wished this would last forever, but that was naive of me.

Three weeks later, my mother died.

Her funeral was short, and depressing. A hole was made in my heart knowing that even my mother, so strong, so talented, so wonderful, could fall victim to even death. Rainbow was there too. We hadn't spoken to each other in so long. It made me so happy to see her. But she wasn't happy to see me. I wasn't the only one that lost family there.

My father was heart broken.

After we returned to our home, I could hear screams of frustration, and bouts of rage coming from behind the basement door. The smashing of heavy lab machinery and glass was so loud, it kept me up all night. I later learned that my father felt that he didn't deserve to be a doctor if he couldn't save his own wife. He even smashed his prized framed PHD certificate.

He looked so pale, and tired. He came to my room one day a nervous reck. I couldn't stand to see him like this. My once loving father now nothing but a hollow shell.

But something in his mind clicked that night. Something snapped, and bestowed upon him new light. He knelt to my bed side, took my hands, and looked me in the eye.

"Florance. I can't lose you too." He whispered. " I know how to help you...you just need to trust me. I can make you better. I just need you to accept what I'm going to do..."

I didn't know what to expect, but I loved him more than anything right then. So I agreed.

"You know....this will be the first time ever that you'll be able to go into my lab." He said before he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the basement. I now wish I had never gone there.

"Gaaaaahhh!!" Fluttershy jolted up from her bed after a reoccurring nightmare. The nightmare of her child hood.

She panted heavily, her body in cold sweat. Every cell in her body felt like they were on fire. Her skin itched and stung in painful memory.

Daddy please! Not the needles! Daddy....please stop! It hurts! Not the needles! Daddy!

It was a hot night, but Fluttershy felt cold only wearing her tang top and purple thong. The bed was damp with her frightened tears and sweat. Why did she have to have that dream. Why did her daddy have to...

"Fluttershy?" A groggy little voice called from the bedroom door. It was Applebloom, rubbing her little eyes and wearing only an oversized T-shirt found in the previous homeowner's drawers.

"Applebloom?" Fluttershy was actually glad to see her. "What are you doing up?" She rubbed her aching head, and flipped a lock of pink hair from her face.

"I had a bad dream." Applebloom sighed. "About my brother and sister."

She didn't need to say more. Fluttershy knew how horrible it could be of the possibility of one of her siblings becoming one of... them.

"Oh...honey...." Fluttershy cooed, opening her arms, as well as her exceedingly large globes. "Come here, I had a bad dream too."

Applebloom slinked over and slid into the covers next to Fluttershy. She wrapped her arms around her slim waist, and pressed her face into Fluttershy's chest.

"Don't worry honey, your brother and sister are in Costco right now, indulging themselves with Kirkland brand chocolate covered almonds." She twirled a finger through Applebloom's cherry hair. It was so soft and fluffy. Applebloom let out a sigh of relief, and started to relax. She felt so calm around Fluttershy. She always knew just what to say. She was always so sweet and kind, the best big sister you could ever have if she didn't already have one that was equally awesome.

"Applebloom." Fluttershy whispered into her ear.

""Mm...hm?" Applebloom moaned, closing her eyes and snuggling up to Fluttershy's really warm and soft rack. They were so comfortable, like big round, fleshy pillows.

"How do you keep your hair so shiny and colorful? It takes my hair hours of conditioning and monthly perms to keep it this good at this length." Fluttershy blew a stray strand of pink hair from her face as Applebloom giggled at her silly question.

"Apples flutters....apples." Fluttershy smiled and wrapped her arms around Applebloom and pulled into a loving Imbrace.

Her arms, the fair skin riddled with hundreds of poke holes from multiple needles.

Dead of The Night

Equestrian city police station, downtown Equestria.

"God dammit! They just keep coming!"

Bang! Bang!

"I'm out of bullets! Hand me that sock putter!"

blam! Bang!

"Jesus Christ please forgive me for my sins."

click...

"Chief Sparkle! When need to get out of here now!"

The once orderly and professional decor and stature of the ECPD was now turned into a living hell. The undead swarmed the place in a matter of seconds, devouring everyone in sight.

Chief of police, Sean Sparkle, some would call him Shinning Armor, was eating the most amazing left over dinner that his loving wife made for him since he was working late today but that was just an hour ago.

Since disaster struck, lieutenant Sparkle, and the remaining living officers of the police department remained trapped inside the massive building. Hordes of walking corpses flooded the halls and blocked the doorways. Officers tried to keep them at bay but one after another met a horrible demise for their bullet proof vests were not enough to protect them from brutal consumption.

bang! BLAM!

Shinning Armor unloaded his last magazine on a man dressed in a hotdog costume. He cursed to himself and threw the now useless gun to the side. His black uniform was torn, and covered in blood stains. He removed his vest after he soon realized how useless it really was.

"Chief! We have...zzzzzzhzzttt...they're everywhere!...zzzzzzhhhttt bodies...."

Shinning's radio blared almost every ten seconds. Sergeants, officers, dispatchers, just about everyone with a badge and a gun was calling him, completely lost on what to do. What could they do? The dead are walking!

"Oh my god.....oh my god.....oh my god...." Cadet Hooves sat curled up into a ball behind the knocked over desk by Lieutenant Sparkle. She shook in terror, her golden eyes wide and her blonde hair frizzy. She didn't even care that her bubble pattern panties were showing under her pencil skirt as she rocked herself back and forth.

"Cadet!" Shinning moved closer to the shivering woman. "Miss Hooves, I need your gun, I'm out of bullets." Shinning was trying really hard to keep his voice level as he peered above the edge of the desk to see his fellow officers fighting the overpowering numbers of the undead.

Cadet Hooves looked up at Shinning. His eyes were so blue, so calming.

"I-I don't have my gun. it's in m-my office." She stuttered, trying to calm herself in the presence of her superior.

Shinning Armor just smacked his forehead and let out a groan. Even if Cadet Hooves's job was only at a desk, she still needed to carry a gun. But she can be a bit of an air head at times, earning her viscous nickname "Derpy".

"Cadet. Listen to me ." Shinning gently grabbed her shoulders and held his face close to hers. Her pearly cheeks grew red. She always admired shinning. Never had she expected to get this close to his finely chiseled face. She looked into his eyes, and noticed how smooth and shiny his shoulder length blue hair was.

"You need to calm down. I need as many officers alerted of what is going on and I need you to..."

beep bop beep beep boop bop...

Who the fudge cake could be calling Shinning at this critical moment!?

He let go of the now near faint Derpy, and looked at the caller ID on his smartphone. It read "Honey Bunches."
Ignore or answer? Answer.

"Hi, pumpkin." Shinning said into the phone with the most sincere voice he could muster.

"Sean, where are you?" Cadence, his wife, said as she paced about the living room of there lovely suburban home, with a phone to her ear. "I know your working late, but have you seen the news? Are you still at the station? It's dark out. Please come home! I'm so worried!" Cadence looked at the tv to only see pandemonium sweeping the once peaceful city.

"I...uh.." Shinning peered over the desk and saw an officer get tackled by a zombie, and several others heading there way. "Don't worry honey, I'm okay, just stay in doors alright?" Shinning really didn't want to worry her.

"Dear...what is going on over there in the city?" Regardless of Shinning's reassuring words, Cadence trembled at the thought of her husband getting hurt at a time like this.

"Cadence, don't worry. Listen, until I get there, just pack up some luggage okay? We need to leave the city."

"Where will we go?"

"Anywhere but here."

Cadence nodded her head. "I understand. Please be safe. I love you."

"I love you too, oh, and the rice you cooked was the best. Thank you, hon." Shinning hung up the phone, and grimaced at the thought of that being the last time he would ever speak to her.

"Lieutenant Sparkle! Our dispatch center is over flowing with the dead! We've lost contact with the other agencies!" Sergeant Hawk stood over next to Shinning. His uniform was ripped, and his shoulder was exposed and bloody. He didn't look so good. Not just from the fear and anxiety of what was going on, but his skin started to look a ghastly pale, and his eye bloodshot.

"We need to get out of here!"

Shinning was an honorable man. Never would he leave a fellow officer behind. But at a time like this, more than half of his officers were already dead or dying. It pained him to see his loyal subordinates meet such a cruel fate.

"Are there any clear exits?" Shinning asks the sergeant, who looked very faint.

"The fire escape..." He breathed, short of breath. "It's not far from here, but we'll need to fight.."

"We'll hit the armory first."

Shinning looked down at the shivering cadet. She looked as if to be on the verge of a heart attack.

"Cadet Hooves." Shinning said. She didn't answer.

"Cadet Hooves." He said again a little louder. She was still to panic struck to respond.

Shinning armor crouched down to her.

"Diane." He said softly. Cadet Hooves blinked and looked up at him. Lieutenant Sparkle never addressed her by her first name. It gave her a strange feeling inside her very being. A feeling that helped her relax.

"Diane." He said it again, it sounded so good when her name rolled off his tongue. "I'm not leaving anyone behind. We need to get out of here, and I'm taking you with me." He stood up and extended his hand to the Cadet and she took it shakily. Shinning gingerly lifted Diane off the ground. She was already wobbly at the knees from fear.

"The armory is down the hall." Sergeant Hawk wheezed.

The numbers of undead were slowly overcoming the last remaining officers. Brave men and women who risked their lives on a day to day basis to protect the city were not enough to overcome the horrid nightmare that has consumed them.

The three officers rushed to the armory. It was a small room down the hall to the left. Unfortunately, it was the spare locker for the real, and full armory was down stairs. Thankfully zombies can't use guns or they'd have their hands on enough weapons to supply a small militia! Lieutenant Sparkle had the key, and quickly unlocked the steel door. The officers rushed inside.

"Take what you can carry!" Sparkle ordered. They were on a crunching time limit. All three of them scurried about the room, stuffing things into duffel bags and grabbing boxes of low caliber bullets. The spare armory was so bare that only a total number of three hand guns and two fire arms could be acquired. They grabbed the camp kit hanging on the wall, and ran out the room not checking to see if they grabbed the right bullets.

But as they exited into the hall, Diane let out a scream.

Author's Note

This is the unreleased, unfinished, and unedited chapter from 2014.