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.

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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.