The dead move.

I turned to her. "Nope."

She turned to me. "Nope."

I turned to the door."Nope."

She closed the door."Nope."

"So we're in agreement then?" I turned to look at the Pegasus to my right.

"Yep, not dealing with any of that, not today at least."

When we opened the door we had expected things to be about the same in the amount of time we were in my house, approximately 45 minutes. The reality of it however, was that things went to Tartarus a whole lot faster than we had thought would be physically possible.

From what we could see fires had erupted all over the city, a group of the infected was just within our field of vision, we could see an entire building seeming to fall apart in the distance, and on top of it all some more were walking down the street, how was this spreading so quickly?

She closed the door then looked back to me. "So? You got a backdoor?" I turned to look at her with a face that said.""Really, we live in Canter-fucking-lot, of course I have a back door."" I proceeded to face-hoof and walk over to my backdoor.

"Look I know I live a bit far away from ponies, but still that does not mean I am not a civilized one. Speaking of that, why and how did you get to this area, also, how did you know I lived in here?" We had still not exited out the door, we just kind of lingered by it, probably because we were subconsciously scared out of our minds, or maybe it was on the forefront of our minds.Either way, there was no way we were going out, not now at least.

She turned to me, a small sad smile on her lips was beginning to form. "Well, the why is because I was going out on a nice little flight, not being a strong flyer I have to take some walking breaks now and then. The how is even easier to answer." She then flared out her wings while raising an eyebrow at me."

I felt pretty darn stupid now, she had wings, so she definitely had to swim here, only plausible answer. She began to speak again, letting her wings come back to nice little folded up piles of feather on her back. "I didn't actually know you lived here until you started closing your blinds, you're not very good at being subtle are you?"

"So is that why you started flying above that group of the infected ponies, to lead them away? Did they notice?"

She winced a little bit at the memory, it must have been very frightening, to have had your life potentially in danger, even if you could fly it must have been scary. "A few noticed, but my guess is that if one does, then it will start making noise and that will attract the rest of them." She went over to one of my windows and looked out it very carefully. "Well shit." She said it so calmly that I thought that either she was very afraid, or it was not that bad.

"We have to go. Now." Very afraid, got it.

"How bad is it?" I was fast, hence the name, and I could keep a much faster pace for a lot longer than other ponies, but the infected ponies always just kind of walked so in theory we would not have to move to quickly.

"They found another pony, he or she is running very quickly, and they are keeping up." Well that theory can go fuck itself then, I'm a runner, not a scientist I suppose. I now looked out the window, hoping that this pony would be able to outrun the infected ponies.

"Wait, is he or she running...here?" It looked like she nodded, her head was turned away from me.

"I have to go out there, I can fly above that group and distract them, while I do that you bring him or her over here, got it?" I was about the speak against that plan, but what else could we really do? This pony obviously needed some help, we were here, we had to do it...she had to do it. I was doing practically nothing at all, not a good day to be an earth pony it seems.

I lead her to the attic window, it opened and was large enough for a small Pegasus to fly through, luckily she was one. "Okay, any last minute details you would like to go over?" I was worried, gaining one more person over the possible loss of another was a bit scary.

"No, but keep this window open, it will be safer than having to open the door again." She looked to me with a grim yet determined look on her face. "Oh, you should probably board up your windows and door, keep the back door the way it is though, we still have to get out of here sometime."

Right after finishing her sentence she sprang out the window, flared out her wings, and began to fly. It would have been graceful had she not dropped for about three feet first, but she managed to stay aloft all the same. I ran down the stairs to get to one of the ground floor windows. I could see her, she was now nearly on top of the crowd of infected ponies. The what now looked to be unicorn pony, another mare, was afraid out of her wits.

I opened to door and waved to her with my right fore hoof, she did not notice. I got on my hind hooves and motioned to her with both of my fore hooves, easier said than done by far. Now she had finally noticed and began to sprint in my direction. I had to say she certainly could move quickly for a unicorn.

"Get out of my way!" She barreled past me. "Close that door!" I did so, how rude of her. She plopped down on my couch in the living room, she had knocked over my radio, it was now broken on the floor, months of entertainment destroyed just like that, this pony was extremely rude, I mean come on common courtesy much?

"Wa-water please." Her voice was raspy. Then it hit me, she was not rude, or maybe she was, she was just scared...for her life and all. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a cup in my jaws then turned on the tap with my hoof. Nothing came out. I jiggled the knob and turned it more, still nothing. I grabbed one of the bottles of water and brought it to her.

She grabbed it in her telekinesis thingy and drank half of it in about 3 seconds...this was a two liter bottle... I stopped her, I knew from experience that if you drank to much in a state like this, you would be throwing up all over the place. She glared daggers at me, then it looked like she thought for a minute and then frowned a little.

"S-sorry, I was running like that for over an hour, I am not meant for that." By the end of her sentence she was out of breath again.

"Hey, don't talk just rest up some, be sure to drink some more water but not as quickly as before, don't need you puking all over the place. I was worried, did the infected ponies ever feel tired? Could they just keep going as easily as I thought they could?

I never got to know what the name of that Pegasus was, now I might not ever be able to.