The dead move.

"If the dead were getting back up, then they weren't dead right?" Swifthooves was walking around in his small living room, pondering what he just heard and what was still being said.

"We are live at a hospital where we believe the infection first broke out. We can now see what looks to be a doctor coming out to greet us, he sure is moving fast...Oh shit! Someone do something, help!"

After hearing what just happened the signal stopped, he turned off his radio. The screams of the reporter mare still echoing in his head.

"I really need some fresh air." At that thought he went out, on the outskirts of Canterlot it was so peaceful, but in the center of his city people were dying...and then killing other ponies. What kind of disease does that? He had heard of this thing called poison joke, could it have been that, was this all some kind of sick twisted ruse?

Hearing a commotion outside he went to one of his windows. "Oh shit." A group of the infected ponies were outside his house, to be more precise, they were tumbling/shuffling along outside his house.

(From this point on 90% of the story will be first person.)

I walked over to the curtains and closed them, I also turned off all the lights, Hoping to Celestia that the things did not notice. I heard a howling noise outside, buck my life. I calmly went into my attic, might as well remain calm in the face of death right? What happened next surprised me greatly, looking out from my attic window I saw a Pegasus above the horde of zombies, he or she was guiding them away, none of them could get him or her because well, she was doing her Pegasus thing.

I was beyond thankful, but I could not really state it, what with the whole, I could die if I got their attention thing. I noticed that she was a chestnut brown color with a pink and black swirled mane, the amount of work into making it do that must have been excruciating.

If the damned things were already here, then I had to leave. I went back downstairs to go to my bedroom and retrieve my saddle bags, they weren't very big, but they would have to do. Of the few things I grabbed the most important were my stores of water, a few bottles full, cans of peaches, delicious, and my hoof blades, thank Celestia for my martial arts training...from about 8 years ago.

The hoof blades were like bracelets that went around your fore hooves containing small blades that went out about 4 inches and faced directly in front of the pony using them. By lifting up one of your fore-hooves you could bring your hoof down releasing a mechanism the brought the blade to be at the bottom of the aforementioned hoof, that way you could make stabbing and slicing motions.

To say that these were less than bad-ass would be a blatant lie, nay, and unforgivable lie. In my moment of pondering what justices I would deal out if someone did such a horrible act, a loud banging came from my door. "FUCK!" Dammit, why'd you have to go and scream like that, now the thing knows your here.

I walked over to my door, preparing my right hoof blade and rising it to be where I believed the throat of the infected pony might be, opening the door with my left hoof would be hard, and would leave me off balance for a minute, but I could handle it. I opened and moved my hoof forward, and stopped. It was the chestnut brown Pegasus, a mare.

She was standing there in what I believed to be in confusion and a little bit of hysteria. "Uhm, could you move that away from my face, I did kinda save your life probably and stuff, soooo yeah, now would be good." Doing as she asked I ushered he insida

"What's going on out there?" I could not bare to listen to the radio anymore, that's even if any stations were working anymore. The Pegasus mare looked around my living room for about 30 seconds before answering me, it was a little frustrating, I liked answers to be given to me quickly.

"Well, we've got full scale rioting in the center of the city, but that died down right quickly, as in literally died down, everyone died." She used died way to much. "And now those fucked up ponies you saw?" I nodded my head. "Yeah, they're kind of everywhere, I heard from a friend that this is not the only place the disease got to, even the small places like Ponyville are feeling it.

"Wheres Ponyville at?" I had heard of it before, but had absolutely no idea where it was.

"It's a  little southwest of here. Look, if you want to live, then we need to get out of here, I have seen what those...things, can do, it is not safe here." But this was my nice safe little home, then again I was about to leave myself so why am I trying to argue my way out of it with myself? Screw you confusing brain thingy.

"Okay, I guess we can go, how full is your saddlebag?" She stuck out her hoof and shake it kind of like you would with a salt shaker with your mouth, taking it as about half full I lead her to my kitchen, we would probably need more water.

After filling it some stray bottles and squeezing some in her saddlebags I noticed hers were bigger than mine, which in turn probably meant heavier, being the chivalrous pony I am a thought came to me. "Do you want me to carry that saddlebag and you can carry this one, yours looks a bit heavier?"

"Oh, so you think that because you're a stallion you have to help the poor defenseless mare?" She raised an eyebrow at me in a slightly playful gesture, then heaved off her saddlebag with noticeable effort.

"No, I thought that since I am the bigger of the two of us, that I should carry the heavier load." I smiled at her, content with my answer. I put my saddlebag on the ground, the picked hers up and set it on my back starting on the straps on my underbelly to fasten it on.

"Well, isn't that kind of you." We both laughed a little, obviously quite afraid of going back out, but it had to be done. We went to my door. "Are you ready." Her voice was a little weak and quivering a little.

"Nope, lets do this."