Dead fraction Spike

Spike’s eyes slowly opened, only to close them when a bright light entered them. He muttered a swear to Celestia and her bright sun under his breath. Slowly, Spike went to grab his blanket to cover his face. “Hrm?” He muttered as he felt nothing over him, in fact, he couldn't feel any thing under him. No blanket, no bed. Spike felt grass and dirt and the outdoor cool air that made him shiver, His usual immunity to climate has yet to wake up with him.

Slowly, Spike opened his eyes.

“Twi?” Letting out his first coherent word out, Spike studied his surroundings. There were trees and mountains everywhere. He looked back to see the shore of a beach and an endless amount of water ahead. ````

“TWI?” He said louder and more urgently fearing a number of possibilities that ranged from the unicorn blowing up the house in some magic accident to said unicorn causing the apocalypses (Anything could happen when you live with Twilight)

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Spike stood up on his hind legs to get a better view of the landscape. “TWILIGHT!” He yelled in desperation to find his best friend and roommate.

The drake stood a tall seven feet with a tone muscular body that hid within his scales.

“TWILIGHT!!!” He tried again but to no avail as his calls were met with silence and the blowing wind. “Where am I?” Spike said to himself. The dragon uncurled his wings that spread an impressive six feet that covered a large portion of his back.

Launching into the air and taking flight, Spike flew up several hundred meters giving him the ability to see miles ahead. He was not thrilled of what he saw.

Nothing.

That what it was, absolutely nothing. Trees, mountains No Ponyville, no Canterlot, not even the Everfree forest! What did the dragon do next?

He flew, Spike flew in the distance of the mountains and hoping to find anything recognizable.

“TWILIGHT! GIRLS!! ANYPONY!!!!”

click! Spike’s enhanced dragon ears flicked in fear as it heard the sound of a gun being loaded. “What th-“ Pain soon followed. Spike blacked out but only for a second as he awoken to the sensation of his neck bending at a irregular angle once he hit the ground face first, then Spike blacked out.

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Spike’s eyes slowly opened but instead of being greeted with Celestia’s sun he was given Luna’s moon. And pain, there was pain too…in fact. “AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” The draconic screams could be heard from miles…that was not a good thing…there were some hostile beings that followed noise, living or dead.

The dragon’s wings burned in pain with the very contact of air. Spike could feel the open flesh and holes that cut through his precious appendages. The dragon layed on the floor in self pity. He stayed like that for a few minutes until the pain of his wings left him. Slowly but surely he got up.

“Why me? Why am I always the one who gets hurt?” He gave a experimental flap of his wings but that proved to be a horrendous idea as the pain increased by seven point two.

“Whyyy?” He whispered as hot tears slid down his face. After some self grief, Spike remembered that he was in dangerous territory. That had guns. Guns that shot off his wings.

“Need to find shelter.” The dragon limped away from his current location, unsure if he was heading away or to the bullets origin point. A few minutes passed when the drake’s draconic sense of smell picked up something most foul. “By the god’s what is that?” He gagged in disgust. He looked ahead and saw some strange lump of read sludge on the ground. He got closer and began to make out the strange object. Flesh. He knew that smell anywhere, the horrid, disgusting, bloody, savory…He smacked him self in the face. “Get a hold on yourself man!” But his nose caught the smell again, that mouth watery smell…SMACK! The dragon began to step back and shake his head rapidly. “No! I got over that stage years ago. I’m not a beast. I’m not a monster!” Having his mind kicked out of it's recent dilemma, Spike came back to look at it.

It was fresh, at least an hour ago. “What did this to you?” He couldn't even tell what it was. Some rags that may have once been clothes were scattered all over the figure. Something that resembled a claw clenched something of great value.

A sniper rifle.

“Whoa…” Spike slowly picked up the weapon and inspected it. The fire arm was in pristine condition as far as he could tell and had many valuable attachments. A 10X scope with one minor crack and a clip that held 8 bullets in it with the addition of a silencer on the end. The chamber at the end was warm, it was shot recently… He looked back at the figure and noticed that it didn't have anything that resembled an upper torso, just the lower waist and a missing arm. “Where is the rest of you?” He looked around trying to find the other half of the body.

Spike began to think about the current events. ‘How did I get here? Where is everyone? AND WHY WAS THAT GUY DEAD!?’ He quickly looked back to see the body and snapped his neck in the direction of the night sky, the cold, dark night…The teenage dragon suddenly had an realization. “I’m bucked!” Who killed that guy in such a violent manner and not to long ago either. His wings were barely beginning to heal (which would take at least two months to fully recover) He was holding a gun by the way and who knows what else!

The whole process of today had felt like a dream but now it came to hit him in the head with a lead brick. Spike started to shiver out of fear, his teeth began to chatter, his eyes shifted back and fourth and he clenched his gun ever tighter.

It became silent…

“WWWAAAHHHHH!!!” Spike ran away in the most girly way possible. His arms failed wildly and tears of confusion and fear fell down his face.

What a sissy…

“MOOOOM!!!” The fearless dragon went like that for several minutes until his draconic stamina left him.

“Huff! Puff…cough!” He thought about how stupid he must have looked doing that. “Ahem…” He coughed into his fist. “Glad I got that out of my system.” He sat down on the cool ground and looked up to the sky. “The sun will be out in a few hours at least. “Hrm…” Spike looked at the gun he was holding that he some how didn't drop during his episode. He had gun training awhile back in Canterlot when his mom suggested that he had proper training with weapons to protect himself and the ones he loved. “Good old Celestia.” He muttered, thankful that the sun princess coxed him into to that. “I’d prefer my Katan but this will do.” He didn't know why but he knew danger was all around him, watching, waiting…

“hellp”

‘What the buck!’ The dragon turned around with his gun in hand ready to fire away at the intruder. “Hold it!” He shouted. He saw movement on the ground but he could only make out a silhouette. “Go away or I'll shoot!” A new level of stamina flowed through him and…blood lust?

He heard grunting and pained moans. The light of the moon hit it and the sight made Spike throw up in his mouth. There, lieing in a pool of blood was some humioid figure. The bottom torso was missing and there were tattered shreds all over its body. The voice was male as far as Spike could tell. His face was hairy with a full mullet and rotting yellow teeth. He was slowly dragging his body closer to the drake. “Please God help meee…” He moaned in agony.

“Gods…” Spike muttered, his eyes bulging out of his sockets. ‘Help him you fool’ His inner conscious told him.

Spike dashed to the man and knelled down beside him. “…What did this to you?” Was all he could muster out. The man’s face contorted to pain, fear then confusion.

“What are you?” He said as blood began to flow out of mouth.

“Dragon.”

The man looked around in a hazed state as if he was seeing spirits. “walkers.” He answered his question quietly, his own blood began to suffocate him.

Spike didn't know what a ‘Walker’ was but he knew it was something horrifying. His mind began to race with spells that could save him but none could heal wounds like these.

“I-I sh-ot.” The man said as the blood began to choke him. He settled his eyes on the gun that layed next to him. “M-my gun…”

“You shot?” Spike asked in confusion not understanding what he meant. He looked at the rifle “That’s yours?” The man wouldn't answer back as he just began to spasm in quick motions.

“So…Cold…” He gurgled.

Spike placed his claw over his heart, and plunged it in quickly. “I’m sorry. There is nothing else I could do…”

Silence.

The mans head latched forward in inhumanly speeds. “Uaaagg..” It moaned.

“What the hell!” The man lunged his head at Spike’s right arm and bit down hard! Spike made a very loud roar in pain as he felt his own scales being pushed down on his under skin. The thing tried to bite down harder but the diamond like scales broke the teeth of the creature.

“GET THE HELL OF OF ME!” Rage filled Spike as he kicked it off of him. The body flew back but it instantly began to drag itself back at high speed.

Spike tried to get up but he couldn't prop himself up with his damaged arm. ‘I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die!’ His mind screamed.

“bbbwwwwaains” It muttered as it threw itself back at Spike. The dragon held his left arm out to grab it's head. CRACK! He flinched as he herd the sound of the thing’s skull being broken open. In desperation he clawed down harder until blood and red mush began to fall on his lap.Spike kept crushing until he was sure he clawed trough the brain.

The body went limp as Spike pushed it off him. “What…was…that!” He questioned as he began to breath again. ‘MOVE FOOL!’ Spike instantly sidestepped out of the way as another one of those things passed by him in a failed attempt to grab him from behind. “Those magic conscious lessons really paid off.” He began to remember the training he had from Celestia that made a part of his conscious sentient, but he had no time to think about that right now.

Breathing in deeply, Spike conjured a large sum of super heated plasma from his gullet and exhausted it on the creature. Lava like liquid drenched the creature and trees in flames. It melted instantly. ‘Walkers to your right!’ Spike turned again to see three corpses rushing at him. “Have some of this!” Spike slashed out his left claw and decapitated two of them in one motion. A range of tactical movements began to flow through him. Spike jumped and kicked the Walker in the chest. It flew a long distance away straight into a large rock, it didn't get back up.

‘Behind you!’ Spike turned around to see dozens of Walkers rushing at him. He backed away slowly in fear. ‘Fight or flight, it's your call.’ His subconscious said in monotone. Before he could make a decision the sounds of guns loading filled his ears.

“WALKERS! SHOOT EM!” Bullets filled the horde of corpses and they immediately fell limp on the floor. Out of instinct he grabbed for the gun and began looking for something to shoot.

‘Run!’ His mind shouted. ‘Why?’ He questioned. ‘They will kill you if you stay. We are not among this world, they will see you as a monster.Now RUN!’ He ran, but not fast enough.

“Look at that big one!” He heard a guy shout and almost instantly he was shot, no Spike was shot maybe hundreds of times. Each bullet impacted his already sensitive wings. IT HURT. It felt like every one of his scales were torn off in a very slow fashion. Spike knew pain that day, and it sucked. Yet, Spike kept running. He didn't know why but he kept running.

The pain pulsated through his spine but something in him wouldn't let him stop. ‘We must hide.’  Where? He asked his own mind. ‘Look ahead!’ It shouted. ‘Houses.’ There were houses far ahead and they looked broken down and empty. “Perfect.”

30 Minutes later

“What caused that fire?” A guy in the distance asked.

“Quiet.” Spike was searching the house for supplies and medical equipment when he heard the group of hunters that shot him. He quickly fell to the floorboards and crawled under the bed.

“Hell if I know.” One answered back.

“Do you guys really think that was Colhiver?” Another asked

“The guy’s head was clawed open and his goddamn legs were ripped off!” The first guy yelled back. “I know that was him…his mullet.” That caused the group to share in a small laugh.

“He always did love that piece of crap that was his face.” A female said in slight sadness. The voices began to grow quieter as they walked pass the old house. “What was that big purple thing?”

“Could have been anthi-“ The words were cut short as gun fire hailed them. It lasted for several seconds and stopped abruptly. Spike didn't realized that he was holding his breath until he began suffocating. Exhaling and breathing again, Spike crawled from under the bed and crawled to the broken window.

“YEEEHAA!” Some guy screamed. The dragon looked over the counter of the window and saw a group of twelve humanoid beings that looked the same as the one who he killed, they matched the description of the things Lyra kept talking about. The group surrounded another group that were either dead or dieing on the floor. One large guy with a very dark face and wearing a Stetson that Applejack would praise went down to the bleeding white man. “I’d told ya’ I’d find yall!” The guy on the floor was about to say something but he was unceremoniously shot right in the head by the black guy. “Heh.”

‘We need to do something!’ Spike said to himself.

‘Why are you asking for my opinion? We are one and the same.’

Spike grunted. ‘Just tell me what do you think!’ He could feel his inner conscious sigh.

“Wait! Please DON-“Boom! Another body fell limp on the floor.

‘Let them die.’

“Why would I do something like that?” He whispered.

‘It is out of our control! Don’t be a hero man…it will get you killed.’ Spike knew it was right, but he couldn't help but feel horrible after each gunshot was fired.

After several seconds, the entire group was dead.

“Round up there spoils and get on home!” The same guy yelled to his group. Spike saw as they took the belongings of the bodies and weapons that layed on the floor.

‘Hope to Celestia they leave something for us.’

Several minutes passed by as the group left. The drake wasn't sure if it was safe to come out yet. ‘Go.’ He didn't know why he trusted that voice but it was him after all. He jumped out the window and quickly dashed to the fallen hunters on all fours.

He blocked out the thoughts of death as he searched there bodies for equipment. “Come on…” He muttered. The other hunters did a good job of taking almost everything. Almost everything. He found two cans of peaches (Which he ate instantly) a first aid kit and a handgun. Spike looked over his side and saw a large green backpack on the floor. “This could come in handy.” Inside the First Aid Kit was some gauze and pain pills (Which he swallowed almost all at once)

“Alright…let’s do this…” Spike levitated the roll of gauze bandages with his growing magical abilitys and lifted his wings slowly. It hurt but Spike did hid best to ignore it. Very delicately, he rolled the clothe over the ever sensitive wings. It was only a minute but it felt like hours for the young drake, but he did succeed in covering his appendages quite nicely. “That could take years to fully heal…” He said downcast.

‘We must push on.’

“Right.” He inserted his two firearms in the backpack, he slowly rested the pack on his back. His spines softened and curved so the wear would rest easy, his wings covered the rest of it as he let them rest. “Where do we go?”

‘Where ever the wind takes us’  With that, he moved north.