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Chose to Kill Thunderlane: 66.5%

Chose to leave him: 33.5%

Chose to kill both of them: 0%

You pulled out your revolver from your saddlebag. You were quite aware of the fact that there were three bullets inside, and the massive power from the gun was sure to give out a deafening sound, that was probably loud enough to alert every single one of the undead within the town.

You used your tongue to cock the hammer before placing it in your mouth with your tongue pressing against the trigger; you aimed at Thunderlane's head and steadied the gun before pulling the trigger.

*BANG*

The massive power of the gun thrust itself into your mouth; you gag slightly before spitting it out. You never were used to the huge recoil the darned thing packed, almost as much as the old rifles, but you would have to get used to it until you could find a better alternative.

The head of Thunderlane had blown up; blood and bits of skull and brain were splattered against the floor and the debris. The corpse had stopped moving completely, instead falling limp once more.

Rumble will remember that.

……

The gunshot had easily attracted at least five of the things to your position, so you chose to stay in Rumble's home while you waited for them to leave.

      "So, Rumble, how long you been trying to save your brother?" You inquired.

      "He was trapped since last night." Rumble mumbled.

You raised an eyebrow, surprised that Thunderlane hadn't died from blood loss.

      "Hey, miss?" Rumble said.

      "Yea?"

      "What's your name?"

      "It's Hard Luck."

The both of you kept quiet after that. Nothing but the sound of the monsters groaning and shuffling their way through the town hit your ears. You couldn't stop checking your gun; the possibility of one of those, things, breaking in was still high. If they did come in, you needed to make sure that you could defend both yourself and Rumble.

      "Miss Hard Luck?" Rumble suddenly asked.

      "Kid, Hard Luck's fine."

      "Okay. Why did you kill my brother?"

You thought about for a while, before replying.

      "Because he turned?"

      "Yeah, but maybe we could've saved him. Maybe a cure would come out."

      "Maybe, kid. But I don't think anything's gonna be popping up soon. Do you think he'd like to have stayed like that until we can find a cure?"

Rumble stayed silent and walked away from you,

After a little while longer, the groaning and shuffling stopped. You glanced out the window and found no sign of the zomponies.

      "Hey, kid, ready to go?" You questioned.

      "Almost." He replied.

The colt ran into the what you assumed was a living room, and returned with a blanket over his back and a pillow in his mouth. He walked over to the dead body of his brother and slid the pillow underneath his destroyed head before draping the blanket over his torso.

…...

You and Rumble walked together towards the bakery. It looked to be in good shape, save for maybe the dust and blood on the walls, but besides that, it was in better shape than most of the other buildings around here. You assumed that food and water were a guaranteed.

As you got closer to the building, you noticed that the inside was incredibly messy, the inside had molding food splattered across the floor and pieces of glass and wood were amongst the wreckage. You placed a hoof on the door and gave it a light push. It swung open easily.

      "Stay close to me, alright?" You urged Rumble.

The colt nodded in response, and you stepped inside. Immediately, the smell of rotting food hit your nostrils; Rumble covered his muzzle. To your left, a flight of stairs led to the upper portion of the home. You assumed that it would bear even more goodies.

      "It stinks in here." Rumble complained.

      "I know, kid. I know."

You cautiously made your way to the kitchen, and observed drawers that were overturned, it looked ransacked, as bags of sugar, flour and all sorts of other baking ingredients were everywhere. Unless you could live on pure sugar, you doubt that any of this would help you.

      "See anything we can use?" You confirm with Rumble.

      "No."

You turned around and headed back towards the stairs. A couple of steps were missing, but you could easily climb them regardless. Rumble climbed up the first few steps before stopping at the first broken one.

      "What's wrong, kid?" You asked him.

      "I don't think I can climb this." Rumble grumbled.

You backed up a couple of steps and lowered yourself.

      "Here, climb on, kid." You encourage, motioning your head towards your back. The colt grinned and scrambled up onto your back. Once he settled, you continued up the stairs.

Once you reached the top, you were met with a long hallway, with two doors to your right and a single door at the far end on your left. You cautiously stepped towards the first door and pushed it open. As the it swung open, you breathed a sigh of relief as nothing came charging out. Rumble had resorted to burying his muzzle in your mane.

      "Are there any monsters?" Rumble's mumbled voice came through.

      "Coast is clear." You respond.

The colt pulled his muzzle out of your black and gold mane and looked around. The room was small, with a fallen wardrobe taking up most of the space. There was a bed on the far corner, it's mattress stained and torn. Despite that, there was nothing worth taking. You turned around to exit the room.

      “*GROWL*”

Rumble was started to the point that he almost fell off your back. You immediately whipped out your revolver and looked around for the source of the noise, but everything looked relatively unchanged.

And then you saw the wardrobe move.

You swore you could see the wardrobe bounce off the ground a good inch or two. You cautiously backed up as a pink-ish hoof punched a hole through the wooden wardrobe. Splinters flew everywhere, as the foreleg retracted back into where it came from.

      "Hard Luck, I'm scared." Rumble whimpered.

You lowered yourself and let Rumble hop off before walking up to the piece of furniture. You peeked inside the hole and made out a pink pony. It was definitely pink, but other than that, you couldn't really make out its gender or physical condition. You contemplated shooting it, but it'd be more trouble than it was worth. Plus, you had only two bullets left, and you doubted that you'd be finding any more anytime soon.

You put away your gun and exited the room, leaving the zompony to struggle in its wooden prison.

Moving onto the next room, you followed the same procedures that you performed on the previous door. Inside, there sat a baby crib. Little baby toys were still inside, and the room looked to be in relatively good shape, save for a smashed window. It looked like it was old, not new, not vandalized, just old and abandoned. You shook your head and exited the room, making sure to close the door behind you.

You moved to the last room; its door was ajar. You pushed the door open with ease. You walked into the room, Rumble following closely behind.

Inside rested a queen sized bed and a table with a mirror on the wall. Not too far away was a bathroom. The floors were covered in dust, and some corners had spider webs in them. You made a beeline towards the table and searched the drawers, you found a pair of scissors and some bandages. You took the bandages and stored them in your bag.

      "Isn't this stealing?" Rumble hesitated.

You turned around and looked at the colt before walking towards him and placing a hoof on his mane.

      "No. Sorta. Yes. But think of it as a... donation! You know? When ponies give away things they don't need anymore?"

      "How do we know they don't need it?"

      "Well, for starters, I don't think they're coming back anytime soon. Secondly, if they needed it, wouldn't they have taken it along with them to wherever they were headed?"

      "I guess."

You ruffled the colt’s mane and got up, deciding to search the bathroom whilst Rumble went in and hopped on top of the toilet. As you stepped inside, you noticed a medicine cabinet. You opened it and searched through the various bottles, finding some shaving gel, acne cream, and a comb. You took the comb, because why not? Never know when you might need it.

      "Ahhh!" Rumble yelled.

You turned around to find a zompony before you. She looked incredibly thin and her right foreleg looked broken, but she was still in better condition than some other zomponies you've seen. You immediately craned your head back to your saddlebag and whipped our your gun. However, before you could cock the hammer, the corpse had pushed you against the cabinet. You instinctively used your hoof to hold the creature back.

You used your tongue to cock the hammer. You almost dropped the gun on your first attempt, but you managed to bite onto it and use your tongue to pull it back into your mouth. The zompony hadn't slowed down in the least and was still trying to kill you, she would occasionally snap at you in an attempt to bite you. With difficulty, you cocked the hammer and wrapped your tongue around the trigger. You steadied the gun as best as you could and fired.

The shot had hit the monster right in the forehead, splattering blood everywhere. You felt your muzzle go wet as blood covered your green fur. The zompony fell limp and crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes. You fell back onto all fours and breathed a sigh of relief. Rumble simply stared at you with wide eyes.

      "A-Are you okay?" Rumble asked.

      "I'm fine. I think. You?"

      "I'm good."

You stomped on the head of the pink demon once more and stepped out of the bathroom.

      "C'mon, Rumble. Better leave before the rest of 'em show up." You urged.

……

You ran as fast as you could while Rumble was trying his best to hang onto your back. A mob of the undead was right on your tail. Although they couldn't run very fast themselves, you were lugging along saddlebags (granted they were partially empty, but having them flop around and hit your legs was starting to get annoying) and a colt on your back.

Not exactly the best combination for speed.

You eventually ran into a clearing. No buildings stood save for a partially demolished tower, and you assumed that it was the town hall. Or what's left of it at least. You tripped and fell muzzle first onto the ground. Rumble was flung a few feet ahead of you. The groans of the undead were starting to get louder.

You tried to get up, but one of the things had managed to shamble its way towards you. You promptly panicked as you saw the thing stand above you. It fell forwards, hooves extended, with the intent of ripping you apart. You raised your hooves up to your muzzle in an attempt to defend yourself.

A ball of blue light flew past your head and slammed into the monster, sending it flying backwards. You looked around for the pony who just saved your life. Your eyes were met with a white unicorn with a long, curly royal purple mane. You couldn't hear what she was saying, but she was motioning towards the doors to the building.

You picked yourself up and ran towards Rumble. Just as he was about to get up, you used your muzzle to fling him onto your back. You dashed towards the building and ran past the open doors before skidding to a stop. The white unicorn shut the doors behind her, her horn glowed with blue light.

      "Exactly what do you think you're doing?!" A scratchy voiced bellowed.

You tracked down the source of the voice to a cyan blue pegasus with a rainbow colored mane. She was hovering above the rest of the group. The group itself consisted of a mint unicorn with a cyan mane, an orange earth pony with a yellow mane, and a yellow pegasus with a long, pink mane. The mint unicorn's horn was glowing gold.

      "Saving fellow survivors. Is it that hard to see?" The white unicorn replied.

      "You risked our lives!" The cyan blue pegasus shouted.

      "And what exactly do you suggest I do? Stand by and watch our own kind get murdered and eaten? Besides, darling, it's time someone demonstrated a bit of chivalry." The white unicorn answered.

      "Well, your little demonstration was a waste. Look! She's bitten!" The pegasus said, pointing at you. You were suddenly reminded that almost the entire front of your face was still covered in blood.

      "I'm not bitten!" You retorted.

The pegasus floated down and approached you.

      "Oh really? Then what's all this?" The pegasus demanded, pointing at the blood.

      "Rainbow! Ah think that's enough!" The orange earth pony commanded, stepping forward.

      "So I'm the bad pony here?! I'm just trying to keep us all alive!" The cyan pegasus responded, glaring at the orange earth pony.

a) "Well, you don't have to be a bitch about it!”

b) "I'm not bitten, I swear!”

c) Knock her out