PonyDead

     Cubby and Duke are in a part of their camp alone, the other outlaws buried their dead and burned the zombies.

     "Your father? Well, he had one hell of a reputation before he 'settled down'." Duke said. A zombie dog came out of no where and began to charge at them. Duke took out his shotgun and equipped it.

     "His nickname was 'Sicssors' on account he'd cut up a person's face when he was done robbing them." Duke shot the dog, it whine and flew off the ground and fell with a heavy thud and stopped moving.

     "You're joking, right? Dad would never do that. He never hit me when I was a filly"

     "No joke. Plenty of stallions are still walkin' around with scars to prove it." A zombie follow the shotgun blast and began to stumble towards Cubby and Duke. Duke took aim when the zombie pony was engulfed by a fast amount of bullets, the body fell with many holes.

      "If I had a bit for every time I saved your neck I'd-"

     "-You'd only have two bits! This one don't count." He said. Wilcox noticed Cubby and gave him a odd face

     "Why is this filly with us? This is a hideout, not some nursery." Wilcox said bluntly

     "I'm no filly! I'm eighteen!" Cubby yelled

     "Settle down, Cubby. This turd is Wilcox. He's my right hoof man." Duke said. Shooting is heard in the hideout with screaming and moaning. Zombie dogs and ponies now attack the outlaws once again. The approaching horde caught their eyes.

     "I hope the brat knows how to use them irons. We've got company!" Wilcox said in a ghastly harsh voice