Chapter 1: Rise of The Dead

The bell rang as the foals headed into the small red schoolhouse. Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo went into their small classroom as a group. They sat around each other in their seats, and started to talk to each other about random topics. As they talked, their teacher, Ms. Cherilee, walked into the room with the usual smile on her face. The classroom greeted her with the same greeting that they greeted her every morning.

"Good morning, Ms. Cherilee!" They all said in unison. Cherilee smiled happily at her students. She picked up the chalk with her hoof and started to write some math formulas on the green board. Applebloom stared at the chalk board attentively as her teacher wrote. She glanced at across the room from her side. Suddenly, Applebloom's smile faded as it turned more to a frown.

Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara looked at them, laughing and whispering into each other's ears. Applebloom looked back at the chalk board, trying to ignore the two. Their laughter started to grow a little louder, buzzing into Applebloom's flappy ears. She looked back at the pair. Silver Spoon spread out her mouth and took out her tongue. Diamond Tiara tried to hide the growing grin that spreading on her face, but was unable to do so.

Applebloom stared at the chalk board, her temper starting to rise. The laughter pierced through her eardrums. She knew it was going to happen. Her mind was going to snap if those two didn't stop what they were doing. She could already feel the insanity filling up her mind. Trying to focus on the lesson wasn't helping at all, as she couldn't hear what her teacher was saying due to the laughing and face making. The giggles, the chuckles, the laughing.

It had to stop right now.

Applebloom raised her hoof in the air. Cherilee stopped writing the equation she was writing and noticed the arm that was in the air. Concerned, she pointed at Applebloom.

"Is there something wrong, Applebloom?" Cherilee questioned.

"Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are making faces at me!" Applebloom yelled out. Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara gasped in disgust.

"We would never make faces at her!" Diamond Tiara defended. "Why would we ever do that?"

Sweetie Belle got up from her seat and also raised her hand.

"Ms. Cherilee, those two are lying! They always make faces at us!" Silver Spoon got up from her seat as well.

"Why don't you shut your mouth, blank flank!" Scootaloo got up from her seat, her face red with anger.

"Don't call us that, if you know what's good for ya!"

"Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. You are all to go to the principal's office, right this insant!" Cherilee broke out, ending the arguement. The two groups glared at each other as they exited the room, snarling at each other like two rival packs of wolves. Cherilee sighed and continued with her lesson.

In the halls, the two groups continued to bark at each other.

"We wouldn't be out here if you blabbed about us!" Diamond Tiara accused.

"Maybe if you didn't start making faces at us, we wouldn't have said so!" Sweetie Belle countered.

The five continued to argue until they reached the principal's office. All sorts of stories have been made about the office, and they weren't very fun to listen to. The stories ranged from scary to outright outrageous. But even so, the five didn't know if any of them were true, but they weren't willing to find out until now. The filly's glanced at each other with worried expressions. They opened the door, awaiting for any horrors that was on the other side.

The office wasn't as scary as the stories had foretold. Rather, it was just mundane. The walls were regular white, with a mare behind a desk doing paperwork. She looked like she was completely bored out of her mind. She was filling paper after paper with information that would have bored a normal pony to death. The mare glanced at the five with a stern look. At the time, the five felt much more smaller than the desk and even smaller than anything else.

"And what are you here for?" The mare asked sternly.

"We were arguing in the classroom. Ms. Cherilee sent us here," Diamond Tiara said as apolegetically as possible.

"Mr. Bumble Bee is in that room over there," The mare directed, pointing at a door with her pencil, not even looking up from her paperwork. The five looked at the door. The door read "Mr. Bumble Bee's Office", and gave the filly's shivers.

Just like the stories had foretold, Mr. Bumble Bee did not look like a very friendly person. He was a very stocky earth stallion, and it felt as if his coat colour couldn't decide between either blue or purple. He had a short wavy blonde mane and a similarly coloured mustache. He stood behind his brown desk, only a couple of amusing toys and a pen and single piece of paper with a cheeky red face. He put his hoofs together as he sat behind his desk, scanning sternly at the filly's that were on their own chairs.

"So, let me get this straight. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were making faces at you three, and it annoyed you. Is that correct?" Mr. Bumble Bee questioned.

"Not true! They're just lying so they can get us in trouble!" Silver Spoon exclaimed, anger taking over her tone.

"Why would we lie?! That's just rediculous!" Applebloom pointed. The two glared at each other, and if looks could kill, they would both be dead.

"Girls, girls. We cannot have violence in the classrooms. Silver Spoon, Diamond Tiara, they are obviously angry about something you two dead. Let's resolve this issue. Could you please apologize to Applebloom?" Mr. Bumble Bee asked calmly.

"I'm not going to apologize to liars! They're the liars!" Diamond Tiara barked.

"Look, if we-" Mr. Bumble Bee started, before being interrupted by the desk-mare poking her head through the door.

"Mr. Bumble Bee, we have a sick kid in one of the classrooms. I think you should take a look," She said quickly. Mr. Bumble Bee got out of his chair and followed the desk mare. He glanced at the filly's. "Stay here." With that, the five were left alone in the room. They all glared at each other.

"You guys are such liars," Scootaloo said.

"Whatever. We don't apologize to ponies who don't have their cutie marks," Diamond Tiara replied. The filly's glared at each other in angry silence. Applebloom looked through the open door. Beyond the office, she could hear the seemingly sick colt. Violent coughs were heard in the distance, and the sound of a liquid spraying to the ground started to Applebloom sick.

"Is there something wrong, Applebloom?" Sweetie Belle asked. Applebloom put a hoof to her mouth.

"Shhh, just a minute. Something's going on in the hallway." Applebloom listened to the sounds in the hallway. A conversation could be heard, but she couldn't make out the words that they were saying. Suddenly, a scream filled the entire school, making Applebloom gasp. It sounded like a disgruntled voice.

Mr. Bumble Bee?

"What was that?" Silver Spoon questioned. Applebloom listened more. Doors opened outside of the hallway. School teachers started to scream in a horrific tone. More screams filled the schoolhouse, and the five, stuck in the principal's office, had no idea what in Equestria was going on. The familiar sound of their school teacher was telling foals to stay inside their classrooms.

"That's Ms. Cherilee!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed.

"What do we do?" Silver Spoon asked in a worried tone.

"I say, we bust outta here!" Scootaloo said. Scootaloo got down from her said and rushed out from the door and into the hallways. The remaining four glanced at each other and also raced out of the office. The four met Scootaloo outside of the office. Foals were running left and right, some screaming and then some crying and bawling in the corner.

"What is going on?" Diamond Tiara asked in the midst of the confusion. Some teachers were trying to herd the scared foals to their classrooms, but to no avail. It was complete utter chaos. The group was looking around the hallways. Chaos and confusion was evident in the entire school, screaming and crying filling the hallways. Applebloom looked at a large group. She couldn't see anything, what with all the ponies surrounding something. Applebloom felt almost compelled to go towards it.

Applebloom ran off in a sprint, everypony else following her tail. Applebloom pushed through the sea of ponies and foals that was surrounding something. She saw that she couldn't go any further. She thought for a moment, then found herself crawling through the sea of ponies. Finally, she could see a little opening. A small colt laying on the floor back first. A couple of teachers were pinning him on the floor. The colt was spreading his legs out and swatting at the air. Applebloom squinted for a closer look. The colt looked as if he had a massive case of the flu. The colt screeched at the top of his lungs. Many foals put their hoofs against their ears. To Applebloom, it sounded like a creature from the Everfree forest. Suddenly, the colt bit into one of the teacher's legs, and ripped out a big chunk of his skin.

The teacher screamed at the top of his lungs, and Applebloom started to run in the opposite direction. Everypony had a similar idea, and started a large stampede of scared foals. Applebloom ran back to the group.

"Guys, we need to get in a room and lock ourselves in there. There's a crazed kid in the hallways!"

"What do you mean?" Silver Spoon asked.

"A colt just ripped the skin off of a teacher! It almost seemed like he was possessed or something! We need to get into a room or something!"

"The office!" Scootaloo exclaimed. The five went back into the office and slammed the door closed. They locked all the available locks that was on the door. The five breathed in and out from exhaustion.

"I think that should hold," Sweetie Belle said. At that moment, A bloody hoof smashed through the hard wooden door. The five fillies screamed in horror as more and more hoofs started to poke through the door. All of them walked slowly back to the corner of the room, scared out of their wits. It seemed like it was over for them.

Scootaloo got out of the corner and looked through the desk for anything that she could use. She eventually found a stapler in one of the drawers. She disassembled it and made some new adjustments. She grabbed some more staplers and used them.

"Scootaloo, what are you doing?" Applebloom asked. Scootaloo glanced at Applebloom with a wicked smile.

"I made a staple gun!" She pointed the staple gun at the door, new hoofs coming through the door every other five seconds. Scootaloo aimed through the top of the stapler, and pushed a small spring. The stapler shot out a stapler through the door and sliced through the skin of a hoof. The hand immediately retracted from the hole, and screeching could be head beyond the door, telling Scootaloo immediately that it was working.

"Quick! Get chairs and whatever to the door!" Scootaloo commanded. The rest of the group started to pile chairs and desks to the door with several smelly hoofs. Soon, the last hole was filled with the last object. Scootaloo blew the dust off of her staple gun, and set it down to the floor. The group sat around, completely dog-tired.

"This is all your guys' fault!" Diamond Tiara immediately pointed.

"Us?! We didn't want this to happen, and we would never do anything with it!" Applebloom persisted.

"You just wanted all the ones with cutie marks to get eaten by the zombies. If you guys can't have cutie marks, then no one else can, huh?" Silver Spoon jabbed.

"Stop saying that we're blank flanks!" Scootaloo yelled, with flames burning in her eyes. The group was just about to momentarily battle to the death, before the pale white filly came in the middle.

"Guys, we can't keep fighting over this! There are flesh-eating zombies out there, and we'll kill each other before they kill us! We all don't want to get eaten, so let's agree to work together until this thing is over. Then we can go back to despising each other! Is that clear?" Sweetie Belle said. The group glared at each other, then nodded. "Good, now we should wait here until help get's here. Maybe they'll be able to help us."

"Sweetie Belle's right. Let's just get some rest and we'll get some energy later," Applebloom said. Applebloom sat down on the hard wooden floor and closed her eyes. The rest of the group did the same, not before they glared at each other for the last time.