My little pony. Campus chaos

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.

1. Get off school grounds.

2. Alert local law enforcement.

3. Find, or contact nearest friends or relatives.

4. 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.