Schoolhouse of The Dead

Scootaloo poked her eye through one of the many holes through the door. It was still daylight, but the afternoon was just about to come. As of yet, she couldn't see anything but the blood that was splattered across the ground. Although she couldn't see it clearly, Scootaloo could see the thin outline of one of her school teacher's dead corpse. Scootaloo shuddered at the thought of being dead, worse being a zombie.

"Is it clear?" Diamond Tiara piped in.

"Yeah, I think," Scootaloo replied. She took a few steps back and looked at the door. Bits of sunlight poured into the room, enlightening the rest of the room. The room relied on completely natural light. Scootaloo wondered if that would be a factor if it got dark.

If it got dark.

"Do you think we should go outside?" Sweetie Belle wondered.

"We should go find Ms. Cherilee! Maybe she's still alive!" Applebloom persisted.

"Pfff! Please! With the size of her brain, she was probably dead when the whole thing started!" Diamond Tiara snarled.

"How could you say that about Ms. Cherilee?!" Sweetie Belle snarled back.

"I mean, come on! Even though she's a teacher, she can't be that smart!" Silver Spoon teased. Sweetie Belle's face started to grow red by the minute.

"You say that again, and you'll really get something!" Sweetie Belle yelled at Silver Spoon. As they both prepared for an all-out battle to the death, Scootaloo came in between the path.

"Guys! As much as I really want to smack Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara in the muzzle, we can't let this get between us. We all want to get outta here, and we gotta try our best to do just that!" Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon backed off, but not without looking the other way.

"You know what, this isn't solving anything! If all we're gonna do is argue, we might as well just go off on our own and leave you dweebs here," Diamond Tiara said, starting out the door. "You blank flanks can just die here alone, while we survive. See you never!" They both walked out the door, laughing their seemlessly evil laugh. They walked out of the principal's office, leaving behind the Crusaders.

"Okay, guys. We need a plan," Applebloom said. The three sat in a circle, pondering the things that they could possibly do.

"Well, we could always try finding Ms. Cherilee. She must know something!" Scootaloo proposed.

"Do you think she's really dead?" Sweetie Belle pondered. The three sat in silence, playing out the possible horrific scene in their heads. Applebloom snapped out of it and rested a hoof on Sweetie Belle's shoulder.

"We can't go thinking about stuff like that. Why, Ah bet she's thinking about a plan right now!"

As Cherilee morphed into a ball and sobbed in the corner of her small classroom, the scent of a dead corpse filled her nostrils. The horrific memory played in her head once more, although only fragments were retrieved.

Mr. Bumble Bee came into her classroom. A sick colt was having a supposed heart attack in his seat. Even though it seemed impossible that little colts could even get heart attacks, they couldn't take any chances. The colt fell to the ground as his stopped beating. The teachers tried to bring him back.

But the little colt did it himself. His eyes flashed open and bit Mr. Bumble Bee and ripped out his skin. Everything broke lose after that. Cherilee couldn't do anything to stop it. The foals hid in the bathrooms, the cafeteria, and some of the foals started to turn. They started eating each other, like they were a bunch of cannibals.

They were eating each other. The thought that the students, the little foals that Cherilee loved, made her bawl even more than before. In the midst of her sadness, a tap sounded off. Cherilee sniffled and looked up to where the sound had come from. The dead corpse, which was Mr. Bumble Bee, started to twitch and shake. His arm rised in the air, giving off the sound of a low register moan.

"Oh, no..." Cherilee said under her breath. The former school president rose up from his lying position, and his eyes opened. He looked at Cherilee with grey and lifeless eyes. His mouth gaped as he crawled towards the school teacher, his ripped up arm still being able to move.

"Oh no." Cherilee got up from the corner and started to trot to the door, before another undead creature stopped her in her tracks. The mare, who also happened to be her friend, blocked the doorway. Cherilee backed away from the mare, trying to find something that could possibly be on her desk. She looked at the chalk board; along the rail was a long ruler. Cherilee grabbed it, and with a deep breath, whacked the mare with the stick in the head. The mare was knocked through the chalk board, and smashed a wall in the chalkboard.

Cherilee didn't take long to pass by the mare and run out into the hallway. Cherilee headed for the women's bathroom and busted through the door. She locked herself into a random stall and sat down on the toilet seat, to where she continued to cry.

How in Celestia did this happen?

What could be done?

The three Crusaders slowly opened the door and poked their head through the doorway. All they could see was blood on the lockers, and stacks of scrap paper lying on the ground. Scootaloo gripped her staple gun tightly, which was loaded with extra staples. Sweetie Belle had a small yellow ruler to protect herself with, and Applebloom happened to stumble upon a similar weapon, only slightly longer and made out of wood. The three stepped out of the office and tip-toed across the hallway, trying their best not to make any sound at all.

Every second felt like a minute, and every minute felt like an hour. As the three Crusaders tip-toed through the hallways, scraping sounds could be heard from every direction. They didn't know where, which only added to the fact that they were scared out of their minds. Scootaloo scanned the hallways, looking for any signs of something that could possibly jump out at any moment. They knew that one false move, it was over for good.

Finally, they found that two doors that led to the playground were unlocked.

"Guys, we can get out of here! We're save!" Scootaloo exclaimed. Suddenly, white sheets of paper shielded the outside of the doors. Scootaloo tried to push the doors, but it was almost near impossible with the white plaster on the door. "What's going on here?" Sweetie Belle pounded on the door furiously.

"Hello? Is anypony there? We're inside and we need some help!" Applebloom looked around the hallways as Sweetie Belle pounded on the door. At the next corridor to the left, a gray hoof slithered through the corner. Applebloom looked to her right, and found that through the small window on the door was a pair of undead mouths trying to get through. Sweetie Belle continued with her pounding on the door. "Hello? Can anypony hear us? Please help us!"

"Sweetie Belle, stop! You're making noise!" Applebloom shushed. By that time, it was already too late. The door collapsed and swarms of zombies ran through the door. Scootaloo started shooting staples at the undead, but it didn't seem to work at all. It only fazed them for one moment at a time.

"We're trapped!" Scootaloo exclaimed. Applebloom looked around for options. To her left was the boiler room, the room that the janitors always told never to go into, and it was always locked. Applebloom grabbed both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo and rammed through the door. Receiving the message, the three started to bust open the door, trying to endlessly slam open the door. It was a very heavy door, and the zombies were nearing closer and closer as time went by. With one last push, the three bursted through the door and quickly locked the door behind them.

The boiler room was just as disgusting as the janitors described it to be. Cobwebs claimed most of the corners in the room. A single dim lightbulb illuminated the room, but it was still difficult to see. The three stopped to catch their breath. Scootaloo slammed her hoof to the ground.

"What the heck?! We can't get out now!"

"Who were the ones who plastered that stuff on the doors?" Sweetie Belle questioned. Applebloom was wondering the same question that everypony else was asking. Applebloom's ears picked up a noise. She looked in the direction of the noise. It sounded just like a little filly whimpering. There was a small cupboard beside some old tools. The rest of the group looked in the direction as Applebloom. They glanced at each other and nodded. Scootaloo gripped her staple gun tightly and moved in with the rest of the group slowly. Applebloom slowly opened the cupboard.

Silver Spoon shrieked as the Crusaders opened the cupboard. The three jumped back in surprise, Scootaloo accidentally triggering her gun. The staple whizzed through the door, and clamped on the skin of Silver Spoon. Silver Spoon screamed in agony. Sweetie Belle went to Silver Spoon's side in panic.

"Silver Spoon! What are you doing here? Where's Diamond Tiara?" Sweetie Belle questioned.

"Get this stupid staple out of my leg!!" Silver Spoon shrieked. Sweetie Belle looked around, and picked up her yellow ruler. She pinned the ruler through staple and started to pull it out. Silver Spoon whimpered as the staple pulled through her skin. Finally, the staple flinged out of Silver Spoon's skin. Applebloom bran along some band-aids and applied it on the wound.

"So, where's Diamond Tiara?" Applebloom questioned.

"We got seperated. The zombies came out from literally no where, and I hid in here. Diamond Tiara is out there, all alone with those stupid zombies," Silver Spoon explained, some tears streaking down her face. "But I'm not too worried."

"What do you mean?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"Diamond Tiara was in the track-and-field championship team. She won a gold medal! I'm pretty sure she can find a way out herself!"

"I dunno. If you got stuck in here, I'm pretty sure she doesn't have too much of a chance either," Scootaloo said. Silver Spoon limped to a standing position and glared at Scootaloo.

"How dare you, you stupid blank flank! You should be ashamed for saying that about Diamond Tiara!"

"I'm sorry if you're the one who decided to walk out on us! And now look at the situation! This is all your fault!" Scootaloo replied. Silver Spoon started to talk, before a stab of pain pierced through her leg. Silver Spoon whimpered again, some tears streaking down her cheeks. Applebloom came across the two.

"Look, we can't stand here and accomplish nothing! We have to find Diamond Tiara, like it or not. On the way, we might find Ms. Cherilee and find out what's going on here! Scootaloo, You and me will go out and find Diamond Tiara. Sweetie Belle, you stay here and keep Silver Spoon!"

"Aw, do I have to?" Sweetie Belle complained.

"Yes, you do! Scoots, let's go!" Scootaloo and Applebloom gathered some supplies, Scootaloo resupplying her staple gun, and Applebloom finding a mop. They opened the door, and made sure that the coast was clear. They closed the door behind them and ventured throughout the hallways, leaving Sweetie Belle and Silver Spoon. Sweetie Belle glanced at Silver Spoon. Silver Spoon looked away from Sweetie Belle.

"You feeling okay?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"I'm feeling fine," Silver Spoon replied dryly.

"Don't worry, Spoon. I'm sure that Diamond Tiara is just fine."

Diamond Tiara slowly opened her eyes. She was groggy. She hated being groggy. Pain throbbed behind her skull for some odd reason. She couldn't remember anything. She tried to move her legs around to assist this pain. She found that she couldn't move any of her limbs at all. Diamond Tiara started to move her body, but to no avail. Her eyes grew wide, as she noticed that she was in a chair. Rope surrounded her body, strapping her to the chair. She tried with frustration to move from the rope, but it was firm and secure. The room itself was dark, and Diamond Tiara didn't know where she was. A scrape sounded off, making Diamond Tiara. Finally a voice broke the silence. It sounded familiar, and it was high-pitched. And annoying.

"Ooooh! We have a nice find here!"

"Ha! You got that right!"