Yea, this is going to be a thing, kay?
"Help usssss!" A cold, rotting voice hissed from the cellar, repeating those two words, over and over, "Help usssss!" She didn't understand why they kept asking for help, they had everything they needed. She sighed and looked down the dark staircase. Maybe she should visit them? She frowned and grabbed her saddle bags, she had gotten them some things when she went out today. She took a step down, hearing the terrifying squeak of the stairs as she worked her way down. She came to a large iron door, with three different locks on it. She reached to the top of the door, unlocking the first one. The hissing voices paused for a brief moment before returning, louder. She unlocked the second one and the last one, creaking the large door open. "Help usssss!" She smiled, "How can I, silly boys?" She stepped in, shutting the door and locking it. "My silly boys, how can I help you? I can't if you don't tell me how." She flipped on a small lamp, lighting the room up. She took her saddle bags off, setting them on the floor with a small thump. The voices stopped, and were replaced with the clanking of chains. The muzzle of a grey stallion poked out of the shadows, teeth clearly seen through the rotting jaws. She smiled, "Hey, there you are, my little detective." She dug around in her bag, pulling out a magnifying glass. "See what I got you? I found it in your office! I actually found little Sociopath there! She looks good, she's not infected, but she did try to kill me. I don't blame her, her family got all zombie and tried to kill her!" She giggled, looking at the chain wheels on the wall. They had signs above them.
Hoop
Grey
Buster
She smiled and grabbed the second one, giving it a small tug. The large used-to-be- stallion slid out, leaving a nice trail of clotted blood and...Other things behind. His eyes were missing, so they were nothing but a black hole, with two little red dots in the middle. Half of his cutie mark was missing, with a large gash on the right side, blood slowly seeping out and running down his leg. His right hoof had been cut off, and another one had been sewn on, the only way you could tell was the stitches and the slightly darker color the hoof had, but the thing that always threw her off, was that the back of his neck was missing. She gave it another small tug, pulling him out of the shadows a bit more. He groaned and tried to step forward, falling down instead and then struggling to get up. She giggled, "Oh, you little funny thing, here, let me-" She reached a hoof towards him, pulling back quickly and yipping. "No biting!" She held her hoof and starting shaking lightly. It was just a nip, it wasn't that bad, she wouldn't get infected. He didn't even draw blood. She sighed, "Grey, that was very mean, and after I gave you a present..." She shook her head and let go of the chain, sending him back. "No present for you today...Hoop." She smiled and tilted her head, grabbing the Hoop chain and yanking it. Hoop came stumbling out, one of his ears was missing, and his wings were hanging down, barley even recognizable anymore. One was nothing but bone, from when he ripped everything off of it, and the other one had patches of rotting feathers scattered across it, with muscle filling in the gaps and bones poking out of the small amounts of skin he had left. Hoop snarled at her, picking his head up. Part of his jaw was missing, and his neck bones were poking out. She shuddered and smiled, Hoop had lost all of his teeth ripping off everything on his wing, so she could touch him. She put a hand on his head and ruffled his mane. He growled and tried to bite her hoof. She giggled, feeling nothing but slobber and gums. "Silly Hoop, you don't have any teeth." She leaned down and kissed his forehead, shaking her head. "I found your bowtie." Hoop stopped chewing on her hoof and groaned. "I know, you never liked the bowtie, but I think it'll help make you look less scary." She smiled and dug in her saddle bags, pulling out a bright red bowtie, similar to hers. She smiled and put it around his neck. He groaned and started gnawing on her hand again. She chuckled and gave him a pat on his head. "Okay, off you go, you need sleep." She smiled and nuzzled him, pulling back when he let go of her hoof and tried to bite her cheek. She wiped the slobber off of her cheek. "Aww, Hoop!" She giggled and let go of his chain slowly, sending the small zombiefied stallion back. She remembered how this all happened....
She put her back hooves up on the coffee table, sinking into the couch. Hoop had gone off earlier, saying something about the 'apocalypse' and 'having to go get Grey' She shook her head, "Silly Hoop...." She yawned and looked over at Busters' bed. He had followed Hoop out the door. She chuckled and grabbed the remote, turning on the news. She yipped at the loud shouting on the TV.
"The princesses have said that all ponies should remain indoors, and if anypony is infected, they should be put down immediately! Ponies have reported that detaching the head of an infected pony is the best way to kill them! Be warned fellow ponies, these infected are extremely dangerous, they do not react to pain, they do not-" The reporter was cut off by a bloody pony tackling her out of her chair, there was a loud scream before a snap and silence. The camera went off and Doodle Bug was left staring at a screen, shaking. Was this some kind of sick joke?
She sighed and looked down, "Hoop, why couldn't you have just stayed home?" She shook her head and looked up at the chains. "Buster boy." She smiled and pulled the last chain, a loud scratching noise was heard, followed by deep growling. Buster was dragged out. The spikes that hadn't fallen off, were rotting and chipped. His skin was also rotting, with muscles and bones showing all over his body. His teeth had grown through the muzzle he had on and his nails had grown long and sharp. She smiled and reached a hood out the pet him. He growled and went to bite her, only bumping his nose into her hoof. She shook her head and dragged him closer. "I got you a new collar! Well...Kinda new-ish..." She giggled and reached behind the small dragons neck, un-buttoning the collar and having to pull it out of his neck. She frowned and threw the collar across the room, her hooves covered in brown-ish blood. She shook her head and grabbed a needle and thread, "I promise this won't hurt a bit." She started sewing his neck back up. He growled at her the entire time. She finally finished and pulled out the collar she'd gotten him. It was a simple blue collar, with a small tag on it. She smiled and nuzzled him, pulling back before he could try and bite her. "Alright Buster, nap time..." She let go of his chain and sent him back. As she got up, she was startled as they started to speak up again. "Help usssss! HELP USSSSS!" She frowned and slowly pulled out her knife. "How?"
"HELP USSSSS! HELP USSSSS!" She shook her head, "I ca-" A loud slam interrupted her. She snapped her head to the side, staring at the iron door. Nothing could get through that door. Another slam. The door started to dent. She swallowed and took a step back. "Who's there?" No answer, but they started getting louder, even Buster started howling as best he could. The door swung open. She gasped and stumbled backwards. "Rainbow?" She whispered, staring at the zombie-fied used-to-be-pegasus. "Oh Rainbow, you look awful." She whispered. Rainbows' wings were in just about the same state as Hoops, except with a little more muscles on them. Her left eye was hanging out, and her rainbow mane was patchy and dirty. Her entire body was covered in dirt and dried blood, while her left back leg was barley hanging on. Her cutie mark had been ripped off, and so had her ears. "You need to be patched up...I-I could help you! Like I helped them!" She motioned to the dragon and two stallions on the left side of the rooms. "I can help you until everything gets better!" Rainbow groaned and took an unbalanced step forward, already clicking what little teeth she had left as she starred at the Pegasus in front of her. "No? Okay...I'm sorry, Rainbow." She got her knife ready, taking a step forward before pouncing at the un-dead Element.
