A Derpy Apocalypse

As Derpy walked out the door with her weapons ready for use, the zeds noticed her and started making their way forwards. Derpy held up her heavy weapon for a moment. It was a large .50 Caliber M249 Hoof-Held SAW.  It was capable of tearing through 5 heads at once.  It fired about 3 rounds per second.  It used incendiary ammo as well as regular ammo.  It had a strap, which is what Ditsy used to keep it with her, while wielding her machete. She slowly took out the huge, sharp knife, and held it as if it were a baseball bat.

"Come at me you pieces of horse crap!" She shouted.  One of the zeds trotted towards her.  She threw back the knife and hurled it right between the undead ponies head.  It penetrated deeply, cracking it's skull wide open, and sprayed blood all over Derpy.  She wiped off the blood and yanked it out of the skull.  She shook off the bits of brain tissue and threw the machete at another zeds neck, ripping a large, gaping hold in its throat and disconnecting it's spinal cord. She took out a pistol and shot more zeds in the face, killing them off one by one and clearing the area temporarily.  She took her machete back and kept walking.

She made her way through to a safe area.  There she walked up the dirt road to a cottage.  It looked like Fluttershy's. Derpy saw boards on the windows, she was happy that Shy was safe, but it quickly changed when she walked closer, she saw one of the windows open and the boards torn off with some crooked, rusty nails sticking out.  Not only this, but the stream of blood that was left behind.  As Derpy got closer, she could hear the sounds of flesh being chewed, and the strong stench of iron.  She gave her respects to Fluttershy, who, as she now realized, was dead; and left the cottage hastily to find another safe area.

~~~

After a few minutes of traveling, Derpy arrived at another safe place, after travelling a long, lonely road from the cottage.  The area had some houses, with clear signs of recent corrosion and decomposition, due to fungus, moss, iron oxide, and other natural occurrences. She looked up and saw a figure standing with a small weapon pointed at her, staring directly at her.

"Wh..who are you?" It said in a trembling voice.  "H...how--tell me now o..or I'll shoot!"

Derpy wasn't scared, mainly because the pony's hoof was trembling, his face was red, and she could tell it was his first time aiming a gun at somepony. She still took her precautions.

"Hey look, I'm not trying to hurt anypony, alright?" Ditsy said. "I just need to find some survivors."

"And how do I know that I can I tr-trust you??" he asked, walking closer to Derpy with the gun in gripped tightly in his hooves.

"My name is Derpy Hooves," Derpy responded.

"Oh Celestia...I heard you wouldn't harm a thing!" the stallion said again puting his gun down, then quickly raising it again.

"You heard I wasn't capable," Ditsy said with a low tone of voice.

"Well yes that but...I mean I don't want to---" he said again before being interrupted again.

"I get it, now we need to get back to a safe house before the zeds hear us," Derpy snapped. "Do you have place to stay?"

"Yeah," the stallion said, holstering his gun. "There's another stallion with me."

"Alright, what's his name?" Derpy asked

"Big MacIntosh."

~~~

After the conversation, the stallion showed Derpy the way to an old-looking house and led her inside. There was nothing upstairs.

"Now remember," the new guy said, "what is said in here stays in here, unless told otherwise,"

"Got it." Derpy replied.

"And another thing," the stallion continued. "There--" He stopped as he looked up at her. He started to stare at her intensely.

"Is there something behind me?" Derpy asked, putting her hoof on her knife.

The stallion snapped out of his daze. "Oh...sorry I, uh...just step this way," he quickly said.

As they walked slowly down the long staircase, Derpy began to observe him.

Welp, hes a dark shade of grey, his mane is several shades of grey **NO 50 SHADES REFERENCE**, his cutiemark is...a gun...and his name...

"Hey, I never caught your name, or age for that matter." Derpy said.

"My name is Gunny," Gunny responded.  This confirmed that his gun experience very high, he had just not ever had the thought of shooting somepony, or at least somepony that was alive.  This also gave Derpy some comfort, that he wasn't just some cold blooded killer.

"And your age?" Derpy said.

"I'm about 17," he said.

"I'm 16 almost 17, my birthday is in a couple of weeks, it kinda sucks now that I think of it..." Derpy said.

"I'm sorry, ma'am...I didn't know..." Gunny replied.

"It's okay...why did you call me ma'am?" Derpy asked

"I just thought it would be...you know...respectful...?" Gunny said, blushing slightly, which nonetheless confused Derpy.

"I don't need respect. Just call me Derpy, okay?"

"I'm...sorry," Gunny said.  They continued walking downstairs to the safehouse.