Dead Rising MLP Edition

I rubbed my eyes thinking I was just hallucinating, but that was not the case. Maybe I was still dreaming? I gently hit my left fore leg with my right fore leg's hoof. I felt the pain, this was no dream.

"This can't be happening," I mutter under my breath, "This can not be happening."

My mind was gone, I wasn't thinking. The zombies just roamed around, eating parts of dead bodies, ripping the flesh off the corpse. I gagged at the sight.

"Help!" I hear I young girl's voice off in the distance, "Help me!"

Should I go and help her? This question ran through my brain. My legs paralyzed knowing that if I run down into the town I have a high chance of dying. Even if I came to regret it I ran towards the cries anyway. The screams of the little one scared me. I pulled out the handgun and blasted my way through the undead. Pushing through wave after wave, my handgun was finally out of ammo.

"Dammit," Whispering under my breath I ran towards the cries, galloping through the the huge swarm pushing them out of the way.

Luckily they weren't very bright, letting me have an easier time going through.

"HELP!" the screams of the girl continued to grow louder and louder.

Using my magic, I picked up a board from a nearby stand and

smashed through the horde.

"Help me mister!"

I heard the young voice scream to me. It was obvious she could see me, being on a table. I could only see a short purple mane. Pushing my way through I finally made it to the table to see a young Pegasus with a short purple mane and orange hair. Her name was Scootaloo, the only reason I knew who she was is an incident that involved some sandwiches being tossed into the air and me being covered in apple cider. Using magic I lifted her off the table and onto my back. I ran towards my cabin, going through any zombie in my way. After five minutes of trotting and pushing my way through zombies I arrived at the cabin.

"Hey there Scootaloo," I tell her while panting. She just stared at me.

'How did you know my name?" She asked with a puzzled look. I gave her a specific look and it hit her.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "Your the guy from the restaurant yesterday!"

"Yes," I tell her, "I am the guy you flung cider onto." She just started to giggle.

"So, why didn't you just fly out of there?" A small look of shame grew on her face.

"I just can't" she told me "I never have and probably never will." Its obvious Scoots is sad. (I'm just gonna call her Scoots)

"Alright, you stay her,"

she nodded at my order. Walking over to the kitchen I remembered I brought I baseball bat and I found

some left over nails from when I was fixing up some of the walls. There was also a maintenance room in the basement. I put the bat on the table and added the nails. Smiling I picked up the Spiked Bat with my magic and hurried out the door.