The dead move.

(*Pov of Swifthooves.*)

*Approximately 3:00 pm.*

"So, do you ever talk without spewing out jokes and profanities?" Traveling with these three was beginning to become extremely uncomfortable to me, sure I enjoyed a little crude humor...but this was a bit much, their leader, General Hardsteel, I feel like I have heard that name before, talked about using one of the zomponies head as a cup...I don't think he was even joking...but they still laughed.

"Not really, I mean from aside from right now, help me out Blood drip." Well, that name is not scary as shit, seriously how would a conversation before all of this had gone down go with her? ""Oh why hello there, my name is blahblahblah, what's yours?"" Then she would be all like. ""Well, my name is Blood drip you miserable piece of maggot food."" But she would say it with this huge grin...

"Why me Quickshot? Why not the great and shitty General Hardsteel?"

"Atta girl, just what I wanted." Oh, Quickshot, that's a nice name...how does one go about getting these names...seriously how in the hay do you get a name like Blood drip? Or Hardsteel? Maybe I should ask them...but not Blood drip, she scares me.

Just then the General stopped walking and turned around. "Swift hooves!" That's not good.

"GAh, fuck!" I looked behind me, one of the infected had bitten me, dammit dammit dammit! Why, things had finally been going so well, why why why?!

"I am not going to die!"

Reacting a bit rashly, I made it seem like time was slowed for me, ugh I do not want to go into the mechanics of this again. There is no way that I am going to die, I am not going to let it happen...but then again I may have just fucked over all ponies anywhere near me, what if I changed while I was moving so quickly? What if my special ability stayed with me whenever I changed like that one that had a cutie mark that looked like a pair of dentures?

One of my many features of speed was that I did almost everything faster, literally almost everything, the wound on my leg had already healed, though the scar was a very odd purple color. My body fought off infections faster, healed faster, moved faster, even my mind was a tad bit better, what if I somehow survived this? Would I be a cure, or would it just be specifically me? I decided to go for a walk, it would help clear my mind a little, but first. I prepared my left hoof blade and then slammed it into the head of the zompony. "You bastard." That was the first time I had ever talked with what felt like time being slowed down. I hope that it does not effect anypony.

Leaving the group behind I went on what felt like an hour long run, as it would happen I actually found Rainstorm and Strongheart, Storm was talking and it looked like Strongheart was...coming onto her...well, ya don't see that everyday. I began my run back to the military ponies, I don't know if the virus is sped up along with me, but if it is, then either it takes longer than expected, or my advanced infection fighting abilities had killed or stopped the virus...or whatever it is. Fucking weird ass magic making me question my own body!

I found my way to the military ponies, their shocked expressions still present. I focused intently and make things pass at a normal rate for me again.

"Holy shit, Swift are you okay?" Heh, I guess Blood drip isn't that bad after all. "Also, why aren't you bleeding, and how did you kill it so quickly?" And has high ability to spot things, good for you.

"Swift, how are you, are you okay?" Oh that's Quickshot, that's nice, he wants to make sure I am okay.

"Yeah, yeay...never been bettah, hahaha...bettah." Why do I feel so sleepy? Sure whenever I go about making myself speed up that much I get a bit tired but not like this. I lost consciousness to the sight of General Hardsteel drawing out one of his maces.

(*Pov of Blood drip.*)

"Hey, I am as fond of killing things as much as the next pony...actually not, I like it a lot more than pretty much any other pony, but my point is that we should wait, this guy is obviously not normal, he has definitely got something...about him."

Quickshot began to speak. "I am with Blood drip here, he really does seem...different than others, I am willing to bet a lot of bits that he will survive."

Now it was the generals turn to talk. "I get it! I get it! You two want him to live so you think that he can pull through, but the reality of it all is that he is fucked, plain and simple, now then I am willing to compromise a little, I won't bash his head in until he changes, okay?" I nodded my head.

"He deserves better than that, he might have killed as many of those things as us." The general cocked his head to the left, signaling his not understanding. "While we were walking; looking for his friends, we talked a little bit about. As it would turn out, he is a bit more than just swift, he has the ability to move faster than we can perceive, he also happens to have been related to one of the original elements of harmony holders."

"Heh, that is...an impressive little detail there. So what do you propose we do to him that is so much better than me smashing open his skull with Mous here?" He hefted up his favorite mace in his telekinetic grip.

"An arrow to the head, you have the potential of not penetrating the skull and hitting the brain in the first hit, we don't know if a part of them is still in their, or if they can feel pain, my way would be as close to painless as possible."

"Wait wait wait, have either of you actually seen someone turn? Like what are the warning signs, what happens before they turn?" They both looked at each other, shrugged, then looked towards me and shrugged again. "Great, so we have no way of pre-emptively telling if he's going to turn."

(*Dream world.*)

"What in the flying fucking Tartarus is this bullshit!" Before my eyes was Luna, prin-fucking-cess Luna.

"You, like many others have been infected by a magical disease of an un-known origin...though I do have an idea as to where this affliction to pony kind comes from."

"Oookay, but something tells me you don't induce sleep on everypony that has been bitten to come and talk to them in their brain do you?"

"You are correct, yes. You however are going to be fine."

"Well...that's good, but how do you know? And aren't you supposed to be...ya know...not alive?"

"Eh..haha, yeah...about that." Did the princess of the night just get nervous about talking about something to a mere mortal, WHAT BLACK MAGIC FUCKERY IS THIS?!

"My sister and I...well I am located on the moon...with no way back...yet. But once I have gained sufficient magical reserves I will come back!" She said that with a lot of vigor. "Then I will rescue my sister!" That too.

"Wait wait, the most powerful being in all of known existence...no offense, needs rescuing?"

"No offense is taken, she is far more powerful than I, and yes, she is trapped in the suns core, any magic she gathers is used to shield herself from the heat and provide air aswell as watch over Equestria and nudge things where she can, whereas my magic is used to shield myself from the cold and provide air, this is considerably easier than what she is dealing with.

"...How long is it going to be before you can come back?"

"Do you want the truth?" I nodded my head. "By the time I get back, your great grandchildren's grandchildren will have been dead for thousands of years, magic has changed over the years, my sister and I have not, whereas you...normal ponies, no offense, have been able to adapt, especially you earth ponies, many of you have gotten some very...unique traits, like your ability to freeze time."

"No, I can't actually freeze time, you see-"

"No, you can."

"NO, I can'-"

"Yes, you can."

"NO I CAN'T!"

Luna smirked. " I have wanted to do this for a long time. I never get the opportunity to use it anymore." "YES YOU CAN!"