Dead Rising MLP Edition

The sun was setting when the unconscious filly and I returned to the cabin. I was greeted by a nice baseball bat charging into my face, but to my advantage of fighting Pinkie I was ready for it. Ducking under the bat I knocked it right out of the swinger's hand, and to no surprise, it was Scootaloo.

"What the Hell was that for?"

"Self defense..."

"Well look before you swing next time," I told her, "By the way, is this your friend?"

Using magic I picked Apple Bloom off my back and put her on one of the couches. Scoots ran over to the couch with a grin.

"Well you know me, I'm heading back out to look for some more survivors and supplies." Scoots didn't reply, I just saw her carrying over a blanket.

30 Minutes Later

I found barely anything that was a use in my scavenging hunt. There was one more building to check, a small little house near Sugar Cube Corner. I slowly push the door open, making sure that nothing was in the room. It was clear. The room itself consisted of a couch, a few bookshelves, and a small coffee table. I continued to look around the room, but to my luck I found nothing. There was one place left unchecked, a closet.

"There's gotta be some supplies in the closet," I whispered under my breath.

I slowly opened the door to make a check to see if it was safe or not. Of course it was not, I should have learned from most movies that the closet was never safe in a situation like this. One of the infected toppled over me. Using my hooves I pushed its snarling mouth away from my face. This was the end of the line.

"I will enjoy seeing you in Hell at the end of this," I tell the beast.

It just continues to snarl. The sound of a revolver firing was next, closely continued by a bullet hole in the front of its head.

"OH GOD!" I yelled fearing that the pony that fired that bullet was heading for me next.

"Dude, stop freaking out," the gunman said, "Let me help you up."

He lowered his hoof to mine. I grabbed it and was pulled off the ground easily. This guy was strong, I bet he lifts.

"Thanks," I told him.

"What's your name?" he asked me. I looked at him.

"My name's Dusk," I told him, "Well, that's what everyone calls me."

"I'm Orion," he answered, "Lieutenant third class."

"Military guy eh?" I asked him in a teasing voice.

"Special Forces," he replied, "Ordered directly from the throne."

"Okay," I replied to Orion, "I'm using my cabin as a safe house, want to come?"

"Sure, I'm on a mission to find my sister, she lived in this town."

"Well, I got two little fillies there right now, come on follow me," I told Orion, "Maybe on of them is your sis."