Code 5: Maximum Has Fallen

Chapter 4: Barbeque!

“Well that can’t be good,” said Sweetie Belle as she looked up at the zombified dragon. The thing was huge! Its entire body looked like it had been left on a grill for too long, its entire figure completely charred and black. Its eyes were a glowing yellow. Same as the fire it breathed down on them. The three ponies ducked out of the way, completely ignoring the zombie ponies. But they weren’t a worry anymore. Their bodies burned as the fire consumed them, falling to the ground in a motionless heap, allowing the three to duck to safety behind anything that couldn’t burn.

“What the buck is happening out….HOLY DAMN!!!!!” yelled Buckshot when he saw the creature. The dragon turned its head in his direction, and spit fire down at him.

“Oh shit!” he said as he ducked behind a large chunk of concrete that had fallen from one of the buildings long ago. The concrete deflected the flames, except something was left burning.

“AH, tail’s on fire, tail’s on fire, tail’s on fire!” he said as he stomped it out. The door behind him burst open, and Applebloom came galloping out, and skidded to a halt when she saw the undead dragon.

“Ya’ got to be kiddin’ me!” the blue pegasus yanked her behind the concrete shield as even more fire rained down upon the area.

“Not the best idea to be standin’ out in the open like that,” the pegasus remarked, drawing out the lever-action rifle.

“No way, Ah had no idea,” Applebloom replied sarcastically. The blue pony leaned up over the concrete chunk, taking aim at the monster and pulling the trigger. The bullet only pissed off the monster and it roared loud enough to vibrate the ground. It opened its jaw preparing to spit fire down at the two once again when it was suddenly blown to the side with a loud explosion.

“How da’ ya’ like that you son of a bitch!!!!!!” Lockheed was heard yelling at the thing. Applebloom and Buckshot looked up over the concrete shielding them to see……Lockheed was in a bucking TANK! The dragon got back up; the tanks missile had only wounded its wing, rendering it unable to fly.

“Motherbucker, have another!” The tank fired another round, this one hitting the dragon in the stomach. It blew off a large amount of its flesh, causing blood to spill everywhere. The creature got up once again and began limping its way towards the tank. And it was limping fast too; what did it take to kill this thing?!

“Uh oh,” Lockheed quickly jumped out of the military machine, having no time to reload it. The dragon picked it up in its jaw and began tearing the thing apart.

“Hey, I was gonna take that with me!” the tan pegasus shouted at it in disapproval. The beast dropped the tank and spit fire in his direction. Lockheed quickly ducked behind an overturned military bus.

On second thought, it doesn’t matter that much,” he said. He peeked out towards the creature. It was still strong, the fact that blood was pouring out of its gullet wasn’t affecting it due to, you know, the thing not needing it anyway. But, it was becoming less mobile because of its now not-so-held-together limbs. Taking a chance, the tan pegasus ran out from behind the bus and to the wall of one of the buildings. He crouched down and began making his way to where Applebloom and Buckshot were. The dragon continued to blow fire at the overturned bus, not knowing Lockheed had moved. And the tan pegasus was glad he did. The heat of the dragon’s fire was melting the metal surface of the bus. Lockheed made it behind the concrete chunk.

“It’s weakened, just one last big wound and it’s done,” he told them.

“So what do we do?” Applebloom asked.

“Shoot him,” replied Lockheed.

“Shooting won’t do anything, it’ll only piss him off,” countered Buckshot.

“That’s what I want, if he’s pissed off, he’s distracted, and if he’s distracted, I can do something,” the tan pony explained.

“And what exactly do ya’ plan to do?” asked Applebloom. Lockheed began looking up and around at the buildings. His gaze stopped at something particular on the roof.

“You’ll see,” he grabbed Buckshot’s crowbar from the blue pony’s belt in his mouth and ran inside the building behind them.

“Ah hope he knows what he doin’,” said Applebloom.

“I hope he doesn’t lose my crowbar,” said Buckshot. The two grabbed their rifles. Applebloom punched another ammo clip in and Buckshot slid bullets into the tubular magazine.

Lockheed burst through the door of the building. From the direction he was facing, he needed to get to the roof of the building to his left. The only way to get to it would be to cross a catwalk extending from the roofs of the two buildings. The pegasus ran through a bunch of scattered chairs and coffee tables littering was appeared to be a main room to get to a staircase at the back. As he jumped over a table, he was tackled by an undead pony wearing the tatters that remained of a military uniform. They went into a death roll, hitting against a table with the zombie on top.

“Not….going….to happen,” Lockheed grunted as he brought out a combat knife. He jammed the weapon into the zombie’s face, and managed to push the creature off of him. The pegasus colt stomped down on the undead pony, getting back his knife. He backed up, trying to draw his AK-47 when the zombie pony got back up with amazing speed. It stood up on its hind legs and swung at the colt, knocking him to the ground. Lockheed sat up against the wall, the other pony dropping back to all fours and coming at him once again.

“Yippie ki yay motherbucker,” Lockheed strained, managing to get out Bucky’s crowbar. The zombie ran right into it, the straighter end of the metal tool plunging into the creature’s chest. The tan pegasus stood up, shoving the object deeper into the zombie. It fell to the ground and lied there motionless.

“Call a doctor, take two of these and call me in the morning,” said Lockheed mockingly, using the feathers of his wings to flick-off the forever dead zombie. He pulled the crowbar back out of the creature, the weapon covered and dripping with blood. Buckshot was gonna be pissed. The tan pegasus shook some of the blood of the crowbar and then went into the staircase.

Buckshot once again began sliding bullets one by one into the tubular magazine of the rifle. Four shots, dear Celestia he needed to upgrade the capacity on this thing. He jerked the lever down and back up to the trigger.

“Where is Lockheed with that plan of his?” Applebloom asked in irritation. They had been sniping this dragon for a while and it was getting angrier with every shot taken at it. It had already breathed fire down at them five times.

“Swear to Celestia, he had better not have been killed by a zombie,” said Buckshot, “Oh, that has got to hurt,” he remarked, taking notice that he had just shot the dragon right between its rear legs. The zombified creature spit flames down at them once again.

Scootaloo looked up from where she was crouched next to Sweetie Belle behind more large chunks of concrete that had fallen from the buildings. The dragon was still spilling blood and limping around, but it was still threatening. The orange pegasus then looked down at where the dragon seemed to be focusing on. She saw Applebloom and Bucky taking shots at the bastard, ducking every time flames were thrown down at them.

“I’m going in,” said Scootaloo, stuffing shells into the over-and-under shotgun.

“You’ll be barbequed!” exclaimed Sweetie Belle, also loading her trench gun knowing that the daring pegasus was going to do it anyway.

“Who needs to stay cooled, when you have swag,” replied Scootaloo, flipping the shotgun closed. She galloped out from behind the concrete shield and right at the dragon.

“What the buck is she doing,” said Applebloom. She aimed and fired. A puff of dust appeared as the bullet impacted the ground right in front of Scootaloo. She looked towards Applebloom in annoyance.

“Oh my Luna, are you serious?” exclaimed Buckshot, witnessing Sweetie Belle running out after Scootaloo, “Don’t be a dumbass, cover yourselves!” he yelled out to them. If they wanted to join in the shooting, fine, but not in the open where the dragon had full sight of them and could cook them in less than a second.

“Well, Ah guess Ah know what to do now,” said Applebloom, jumping up from behind the concrete chunk and galloping in to join the fight.

“Great, it always happens like this,” Buckshot sighed. He stowed his rifle and loaded shotshells into the SPAS-12 and running towards the undead dragon.

“Eat slugs you stupid gelding!” shouted Scootaloo, firing the powerful slug rounds at the creature. The orange pegasus quickly broke open the over-under and shoved two more rounds into the gun. She flipped it closed again as the dragon’s tail swung around at her.

“Uh oh.” The tail of the zombified creature smacked into her, throwing the pegasus fifteen yards through the air and crashing into the hard concrete wall. She groaned in agony as she fell to the ground.

“Scootaloo!” yelled Sweetie Belle, she looked to her fallen friend and then back at the dragon.

“Go help her, we’ll deal with this bastard,” Buckshot told her. The white unicorn filly ran to where Scootaloo was as the navy blue pegasus turned back to the dragon, switching his shotgun to semi-automatic.

“You just walked into the wrong battle you god damn piece of worthless motherbucking shit!!!!!” he yelled, firing slug rounds at the creature as fast as he could pull the trigger.

“Scootaloo! Scootaloo! Are you okay?” Sweetie Belle asked frantically.

“I think so….ooh, nope, not okay,” the orange pegasus replied, feeling excruciating pain in her left hind leg, back, and chest area, “I think my leg’s broken.”

“Okay, you’ll be fine. We just need to get to a doctor,” Sweetie Belle assured. The filly suddenly looked up as she heard a familiar voice.

“Hey jackass!” Lockheed Gunship screamed at the dragon as he threw the crowbar. The tool bounced off the creature’s head and it turned towards the where the tan pegasus sat perched on the roof. He was sitting at the controls for two anti-aircraft missiles.

“Adios,” said Lockheed as he hit the “Launch” button. The missiles rocketed towards the dragon. Flesh, blood, and body parts flew in every which direction, the dragon finally meeting its match.

“That…..was…..AWESOME!!!!!!” exclaimed Buckshot, falling to his back in amazement and tiredness.