Equestrian apocalypse of the dead

Chapter 3 family maters

The art of War by the zebra commander sun zoo. The Art of War states that people fight much better when there going to die, because they no choice to fight or die I could see that now. as the first 3 undead pony quicky crawled offer the broken popcorn machine cutting them selves on the glass.

"BLARG",

SLAM I chaired the first undead pony and pistol whipped it SLAM, again and again, Intel I heard a sickly pop of its skull caving in. lightning stood her ground and took aim, PEUU she fired her hand gun off at the second undead pony. The bullet punched through the undead ponies skull and, not having enough force go out the other side, the bullet bounced around in the skull, turning its brains into paste. Joe and donut pony beat the third one the death with there hooves. Only two too three undead ponies could crawl through the door at a time. Which according to sun zoos art of war, gave us a great advantage.

hooves kicking and guns blazing we killing at least 10 undead ponies who's body's now turned the floor in to a mat of fleshy gore and bloody brain matter. Then a large and muscular white colored undead pegasus with small wings came to the door. unable to crawl through because of his size he stared pushing the popcorn machine. the machine scraped against the ground as it moved.

"SHIT" I swore.

I looked back at lightning which was reloading her gun. I had to use my last bullet. I took aim at the hulking undead pony BLAM. The back of its skull exploded leaving the empty brainless the half of its skull. It was to late, now at least 5 undead ponies could make it through that door at once. we were overwhelmed is seconds. donut pony tried to block off the door way but he was over whelmed by second an undead Pegasus pony.

the undead pony held donut pony in place with its hooves. he screamed as the pegasus pony opened its jaws so wide its cheeks were about to rip. Then undead pony bit the closest thing to its jaws, donut ponies face. As the undead pony bit down on donut ponies screaming mouth, his screams of pain and fear was traded for the sound gargling blood. It was like a kiss of gore, blood, and pain. the undead pony pulled its jaws away pulling with it donut ponies tongue ,cheek ,and part of his face off, in one gory mouthful. There no flesh left on his lower jaw and half his face was missing. Still alive he started drowning in his own blood. All most every undead pony in the room started ripping him to peaces with there jaws. One undead pony ripped open his stomach, spilling his organs on to the floor.

"Oh Celestial there eating him then there going to eat me, OH MY GOD!"

We where backed into a corner by the undead pony that weren't feeding on poor donut pony, organs. its was horrifying to know, just how agonizingly long it will take to die from being eat by those things! this is it, its the end there is no hope where going to die, horribly.

"good bye" I said while closing my eyes the I held lightning ,shielding her, delaying the inevitable.

TA TA TA TA TA TA TA TA machine gun fire sprayed the undead ponies. bullets punched through them like paper. BOMB BOMB the horde feasting on donut pony was sprayed with shotgun fire turning them in to a holy pill of gore.

I shielded lightning form the gun fire, then opening my eyes, I saw the figure of a large fit pegasus pony with his right wing out stretched, he gave his wing a flick which mechanically caused a battle rife clip pop out, then with an another flick a new one slid in. the battle saddle was modified so it could have both a shotgun and a battle rifle at the same time. with a movement of a wing the pony could reload or change which guns would fire. There was only one battle saddle in Ponyvile with those modifications. I know this because am the one who make those modifications. It was shock wings in his formal green wonder bolts uniform, and his shiny good as new battle saddle. he was wearing a pare of army pilot goggles which must have been very useful for cheeping blood out off his eyes. He stood tail and strong like a proud hero.

"daddy" lightning scouted in joy as she leaped to give her father shock wing, a hug.

The strong warrior was turned in to a blob of emotion from his daughters hug.

"are you ok" shock wings said, sounding like he was about to start sobbing.

"am ok daddy,, am OK".

her father came to rescue us out of no ware like some type a super hero, but where was my father was he ok.

For now the coast was clear for now, the only thing around was fresh corpses that were torn apart by gunfire into pieces of gore. The dozen theater ponies walked out from there hiding places, the didn't display cheers of victory or thankfulness for survival only tears, sobbing, and wales of anguish.

I needed ammo, I needed to get clean and, I needed to get my parents some were safe. "shock wing please Take lightning and these people some were safe, sweat apple acres will be safe" I told shock wings "am coming with you" lighting said in protest. "NO its now safe and I needed you to help your dad" I responded. " all come with you and don't bother saying no" said Joe, "fine YOU come with the rest of you go to Sweat Apple Acres" I agreed. "why do you think Sweat Apples Acorns will be safe" lightning asked, "because there are guns there".

Joe and I with galloping through the stress of night time Ponyvile, every 5 minutes we would there a scream of pain or two. It was night time every one was a sleep, every one was in doors. most ponies probably didn't even no what was going on yet, hell I didn't even no what was going on yet. I could warn them but I needed to get to my place first grab some supplies. SLAM I pistol wiped the head of the nearest undead pony, as we ran by. blam, blam, blam, some one out there was fighting back against this undead apocalypse, who?

there silhouetted against the black bright night sky was the a winged figure, and three other smaller winged figures. they dance in the sky in what could only be described as a dog fight. blam one of the figures plummeted out of the air blam blam again, and two more figures feel for the sky. only one figure remand victories, the figure of a griffin.

"Wait I think I know that griffin" I said while waving my hoof in the air

"she's at least a mile up, she's not going to see you" Joe said.

Joe didn't not know griffins as well as I did, Victoria had the eyes of a eagle and the hearing of a wild cat. spotting us amongst the ciaos was easy for her, but I hoped she wouldn't mistake us for undead ponies and shot are faces off. the figure of the griffin took a dive downwards then took a sharp turn parallel to the ground. fly over to us. the griffin landed ten feet away from us with a thud.

she stood on her strong hind legs and cat like paws. she held her deserts eagles in both elegant claws. her powerful red tippet wings were outstretched. her feathers were even more perfect than that of an alicorn's. her eyes were large and wide, they sparkled with the refection of the midnight stares. Victoria was a the peek of mark mans ship she could kill a pony from 3 miles away. at one time, when I was young I had a crush on her, just something about those eye and legs just,, never mind I was young at the time, now she is like family to me.

"red eyes is that you are you ok" she said staring at me with doubt and fear in her voice

"were ok were alive just messy" I said reassuring her that me and Joe were not undead zombie ponies.

"oh the three of the you are ok then" she said "wait the three of us" I said looking to Joe on the right and then to a rather to friendly zombie pony to my left.

"KILL IT, KILL IT NOW" I said back pedaling away from it. Victoria had a bad habit of spray and pray. BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM she sprayed the zombie with gun fire ripping about 6 holes throw the undead pony. It wasn't dead yet it just had no unbroken bones left to support its body, so it gust kind of lied there, gargling blood. After introducing Victoria to Joe, and borrowing some .44 ammo, we went on the move to save my parents.

I galloped down my street I started sprinting as soon as I seen the front door of my house "mom dad am coming home". After out pacing my friends by a full minutes, I came of to the door. SLAM I bucked the door open with my two front hooves instead of my once comforting home. my father who supported me quietly in his own way, was now laying on the ground, his once orange coat was now pale and blood stained. his eyes once bright blue and full of life, was now the pale white and soulless eyes of death. in his neck of a foot wide gory bite wound, which had bleed all over the floor. standing about him was my sweat mother who had always cared for me and opening supported me. Yet there she was blood dripping from her mouth, which held stripes of flesh from her teeth. my mother had become a flesh hungry undead pony and she had killed my father.

"mom,, no" I said sorrowfully as she raised her head up, staring at me with wide soulless eyes of a monster.

"MMMMMMMAAAAAAAOOOOONNNNN" she let out a moan that shock me to the core.

"mom,, no, NO" I said in shaking from the shock of seeing my family like this.

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NNNNOOO" I said shacking my head and closing my eyes, in denial.

This cant be happening, it cant, how could I, no, I cant be forced to do this. you cant force a son to kill his parents, I just couldn't do it.

"please don't make me do this" I said pointing my revolver at my dear departed mother. Victoria came through the door behind me, Joe soon followed. they saw me standing in complete shock staring at my dead parents.

"I can do it, I cant" I said collapsing to the ground in tears of emotional pain.

I couldn't leave them like this but there's no way I could shoot them, I couldn't let go. Victoria came up behind me and saw the pain in my heart.

"all do" she said looking at me with the look a mother gives her child when she tell him everything thing will be ok but lies for false hope.

I looked at her and gave her a nod of my head then, then I closed my eyes tightly. Victoria was always there for me like family. you never know how much family matters Intel its to late, to late to say good by. BLAM, BLAM.