The trotting dead

     "Twilight?" The sound of the beeping from the monitors were her only reply. "I know yah can't hear this but, we really miss yah." Applejack said as she laid over Twilights's bed. "It's been hell after you....you know, had the accident. I knew you were up for new things, but attempting the sonic rain boom? That was insane. The good news is, your not dead. The bad news..." Applejack choked as she tried to hold back the tears that dribbled down her cheek. There was a moment where applejack tried to hold back her tears, but to no avail. "We really miss you Twi, please come back to us. I know what I said was harsh, saying you couldn't do it.... I...I...was just jealous that's all. You being an alicorn, I never really could take that in. Ok maybe not jealous, nah you know me better then that. To tell you the truth I really had no idea why I said what I did. I wish I didn't." Twilight heard Applejack's words and struggled to reply. Except the impending force of pain envolopped her only allowing her to listen. "I'm sorry twi....I'm just so *sob* sorry..."

     Twilight then tried to respond," Its ok Applejack, I forgive you. It's not like it was actually your fault, I was the one who.....Applejack?" Twilight coughed, confused.

     Twilight woke up. She felt around for Applejack, but couldn't feel her. She opened her eyes. She looked around the room. She was in the ponyville hospital room number 4. The light was broken, the window was shattered, and everything around her seemed old and dusty. "Whaa..." Was all she could manage.Twilight became more and more scared as she started to process the things around her. The smell of rotten flesh, the dried blood on the floor, it wasn't making any sense, nor was she able to make any logical conclusions.

     "Maybe.....it was...." She said aloud while still thinking of a logical explanation. None came to mind. She wasn't able to finish her sentence. She struggled to get off her bed but found herself tied from hoof to hoof to the bed with some belts. She tried to get herself free but failed in her attempt.

     What happened here? Was the only thought coursing through her brain. Then she thought, the nurse would tell her. Yes she would clear things up. She screamed, "Nurse! Nurse! I...I...I'm stuck to my bed, and there's blood on the floor, and...and...nurse!?" There was only cold silence. Followed by snarling. "What, hello! Is someone there?" More snarling, getting louder.

     "Oh this is ridiculous," she then tried to use her magic to release herself, but the connection with her magic was cut off. She couldn't use her magic. She started to panic. Maybe it was a side affect of one of her medications.

       "Nurse! Why isn't my magic working?" The snarling grew very loud. "Nurse, is that you?" Half dazed, she expected the snarling to stop and one of the nurses to clear her throat or something. Instead the door started banging and the snarling grew extremely loud. The door started breaking. Twilight knew something was not right here. And what was happening she had no clue. She struggled to break free from her bonds. Twisting and wiggling her way out but nothing. The door lock broke and only the chain was there to keep the door locked. Why there was a chain there twilight did not know.

     Twilight finally got a glimpse of what was trying to get her. She thought it would be some weird stupid monster she could take care of. No, these were ponies. Real ponies trying to get her. They weren't ponies however, they were....somthing more, different and evil. There eyes, they were....just different. Twilight couldn't describe it but....it was definitely noticeable. They were moaning and snarling and...twilights brain then clicked. These weren't ponies. These were.......zombies. They had to be dead, but yet they were alive, how could they be alive if there dead? It had to be zombies.

       After closer inspection, she noticed things about them. She staretd to see things that would later aid in her theory. It was obvious now they were dead because there body parts were chopped off. You couldn't survive that. Nopony could. Unless you were a zombie. But what were they trying to do? They were reaching out, hungry for somthing....we're they trying to....no. That can't be true. From what zecora told her from the old legends in zebrica, zombies were just reanimations from dead bodies, just mindless slaves, they couldn't behave, or act on there own, and could only complete the most simplistic of tasks, not rage out and....and...celestia knows what the zombies were trying to do. If they truly were zombies, where was there master? In zebrican folklore, the zombies always had a master. But they seem mindless, and don't seem to be under any influence...just mindless creeps.

      Twilight's train of thought was broken when the very wall was starting to crack and more ponies started to pile up on the door. The snarling became almost deafening. Twilight had to get out of there. But she was stuck to the bed. She was going to die. She didnt know what the zombies would do. Maul her, rip her, shred her, whatever they were going to do, but she knew they weren't here to give her flowers. She struggled and twitched and jumped around but couldn't get the blasted thing off. Her wings she thought. She could use her wings. She stuck them out and used them like one of spikes claws or somthing. Unclipping the latch from the leather with her feathers, she started to panic as the wall started to crack even more as the chain attached to a nail in the wall started to break. One of her hoofs were free. She used it to quickly untie the other three belts that were attached to her. This was sluggish however because of waking up after staying in bed for who knows how long. With one more belt left to unlatch, the wall gave way.

     The flood of zombies was unlike anything she had experienced before. It was like fate coming to get her. She quickly untied her self and looked for an exit. With about a few metres from the bed to the door, she had about 5 seconds before they got her. An opening, somewhere, but where? The window.

     With half a second to spare she opened the window, but it was too late. They got her. It seemed like the zombies were trying to, naw at her, trying to eat her. In the split second between life and death, she bucked one of the zombies head off and used the faces of the two ponies in front of her to kick her self out the window. Unlucky for her, she was on the top floor.

     She fell onto the ground. She didn't experience to much free fall, but it was still quite a long drop. She fell in a bush, which softened her landing, but didnt protect her from the force of falling. She then noticed a sharp pain in her back, but what was more disturbing was a lack of pain from her her wings, she could only very numbly feel them. The roots of her wings however were in a lot of pain. That equal to a killer bee's sting. It was like a bite, not a injury you would get from a fall. This was bad. That could mean, she took somthing that really screwed her up, or her brain is playing tricks on her, and she is creating illusions. Or maybe the force of the fall really did injure her the way it did. Either way, she had no time to think of any of that, she had to survive this world, this cruel cruel world. She looked around and saw the horrifying sight. Charred buildings, abandoned fire trucks, garbage everywhere, body parts everywhere, but worst of all, those things. Those dreadful bucking things, everywhere. They crowded the streets, they crowed the buildings, hell they even crowded on top of each other.

     Twilight couldn't know for sure if this was reality or just some sick dream. Whatever it was, she was going to survive it. She was going to live. She was going to find her friends and family and beat this thing. Find a solution and fight these monsters.. She was going to do it. She was going to survive the dead. The Trotting dead.