Equestrian apocalypse of the dead

Chapter 5 no time for fear

I sat in the bathroom shower, washing the dried blood and flesh from my coat and main. soap and blood had lathered my body and was now washing off, spilling down into the, calcium encrusted, drain. with It all my sorrow was all so washing off of me

"no I can forget, I cant give into fear now".

I wouldn't forget my mothers teachings because of a plague. All of the fear washed off of me along with the sorrow, blood sweat and tears the once stained my body. I turned off the sower head, stopping the flow of fresh cold water then I took ,what mite of been the last dry towel in all of Equestria, and I began to dry my self. The towel was warm and soft against my cold and browsed body. I shook my self dry with it shaking off the last of my self doubt. there no room for fear not now.

I trotted out of my bathroom and walked to I to the next room over, my bedroom. In it was the same posters on my walls that were there years ago. more posters had been posted around them even overlapping the older posters. on the shelves were trophy's, books on gun history, and gun blue prints. on my floor were boxes of ordered gun parts that I use to assemble the best weapon and taped up above my bed was a single picture of lighting dancer.

I walked up to my desk which was a mess of blue prints, tools, and gun parts. I rearranged my saddle bag to full it with the tools I would be needing. I pulled out my poncho stared at it for just a moments, then I slide It on to my body, it still was as soft as the setting sun. I continued to stuff my bags with anything useful. 6 boxes of .44 magnum rounds, 6 boxes of 9mm ammo, 3 boxes of 12 gag shot gun shells, and 4 boxes of 7.62 rifle rounds and the rest of my ammo I put a side for Joe to carry, he had a strong back. I took the tools I would need for repares, and refiling emty ammo shells. when I had everything I needed from my room, I needed to make joe a gun.

I trotted slowly out of quit clean room down to the leaving room down stares. Victoria had her body press up against the door, forcing it closed. On the other side of the door was a undead pony scratching his hooves against the wood of door.

" red eye, how you feeling,,,, you ok" Victoria asked, seemly unconsidered about the undead ponies trying to work them selves inside the house.

",,, better, much better" I replied, as she shot me nack a soft smile.

"Joe come here" Joe trotted up to me and I levitated a saddle bag on to his back

" here make your self useful and carry this" I said.

Joe rolled his eyes "and here take this" I said while putting on his bran new shot gun on to what was not just a saddle bag but a battle saddle.

The semi auto shot gun had steel frame, that was chromed and a classic wooden handle and pump. I had one minute so with a wood burner I ingrained his cutie mark on to the wooden stock of the gun. one the shot gun was attached to the saddle comfortably.

I asked "how Is it".

"you only took fifteen mins to make this" he said in surprise

"no I spend ten minutes in the shower I took 5 mins to peace together that" I replied.

"well YOU have a habit of personalizing your gifts" he said looking at his bran new shot gun.

"but I never used a gun before" he said.

"don't worry you cant miss, just point and chop the bit" I said while pointing to the saddles bit.

"Joe you buck open the door on my say, Victoria you cover the sky, we move as one unit understand"

Joe and Victoria nodded there heads, Victoria gave a approving smile.

"ready now" I weld

Joe turned around then thrust his back hooves up against the door In a powerful buck. The wooden door blow open in a loud splintered crack, as the undead pony of the other side of the door was launched across the air and flat on to the gravel ground. The sickly torn up undead pony raised its head to give a blood gargling growl. Its faces was meat with the blunt end of my forever causing its head to cave in like a pumpkin. Victoria flu in to the air with the grace and power of a eagle. She eyed her prey, spotting several undead pegasus ponies in night shy. I aimed my gun at a dozen undead ponies on the ground. bloody jaws open they charged at us, It was almost a like they shared the same brain.

"Time to die my little ponies" Victoria said given her best a most disturbing battle cry.

Blam blam blam bomb bomb bomb ,blam ,blam Victoria, Joe and I cut a path of gore through the ever growing hordes of undead ponies and we did it with bullets. we had killed at least a dozen undead ponies and we were running from the other two dozen. undead can run but not very well they tend to tripe and stumble over each other making hordes easy to out run. running just to go fast was hard but running for your life from two dozen undead ponies was easy. fear made you run really fast. Victoria was flying at half speed at the most, she toke her time shooting down any flying hostiles. Joe was an earth pony, his legs were strong making him fast. I was almost running out of breath, and my mussels were starting to burn, we would need to stop some were soon or we would become food for the undead hordes.

"IN THERE" I yelled while running towards the doors of a sweat quiet and peaceful candy shop Sugar Cube Corner.

We burst through the pink doors of the candy shop, Joe grabbed a chair and violently shoved it against the door wedging it closed, he seemed to be good at that. The undead ponies outside bashed there hooves against the door relentlessly. we didn't have much time in tell they bucked there way through the pink wooden doors. I needed time to catch my breath, gatherer my thoughts, and make a plan but that was time we didn't have. An undead pony had reached the windows, The pony had most of the flesh off of its face removed, showing off a bloody horse skull with musicals attached and its hooves were chewed to fleshy bone making then deadly sharp. The disgusting undead pony raised its hooves and bashed the glass window sending glass fly out ward. Then it proceeded to crawl through the window, cutting its belly to gory ribbons on the remaining glass.

Victoria flu over to the near helpless undead pony, and grabbed its head with her strong powerful claws then she gave a quick and sicking twist breaking its neck with a loud crack. the undead head was turn completely around, it slumped over and when completely limp. I could here other windows in the building being smashed open, we didn't have time to fight and no were to run. Was it are time to die, all this just to die here eating alive by undead ponies like in the ending of some bad horror Story were everyone fights for survival but dies in the end anyways. The undead ponies were breaking through the door, making holes almost big enough to fit there head through. Undead ponies were starting to leak through the windows, cutting them selves on the glass. how ironic were going to be eating in a pastry store. At least well become a unrecognizable flesh eating monster for ever.

WWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOO there was a long loud siren that stretched its sound across ponyvile. It was like ponyvile was waking up the new nightmare that was upon it. Every undead pony turn there sickly pale eyes towards the sound of the alarm. It was like noise was a dinner bell for these sick monsters. They started trotting towards the part of tower they heard the city alarm was coming from. We all stood still and quite waiting for the moment to past, time slowed down to a crawl as the dead slunked away.

We stould still for one long minute not knowing weather they would come back later to finish us off.

"is every one ok" I asked.

"yha I think its all clear" Victoria answered my question while peering out the window watching the dead diaper in the night time fog.

Its quite possible that the undead find there prey by noses or maybe they have self preservation after all and have given up trying to kill us, unlikely. we needed a safer way to travel next time maybe guns blazing wasn't the way to go,

"how about next time we try stealth" I said thinking out loud. every one noded there heads in agreement.