Dead fraction Spike

Spike slowly placed down a large knife on the ground. He began to study his surroundings. He was at a lake, a large forest surrounded him, it was sunset. He was alone…almost.

‘So where to next stud?’ The living being sighed in annoyance at the choice of words she often chose. ‘Stud, handsome, hunk…sexy.

He placed out the map he found off the corps of a hunter and placed it on the soft ground. “Spines…what have we said about using those words?” He said in a teacher like manner.

‘…that it's…’ She paused awkwardly. Spike could feel her pout in his head. In a weird way, Spike got a mental pitcher of what Spines looked like.

She had the same figure as him only...girly. Her spines were curved backwards in a blade like manner, she had breast…which was weird since everything Spike read said that dragonesses didn't have mammerly glands of any sort and fed their young only meat or jems, once again the ponies knew nothing on his kin. Just like him she didn’t wear clothes but anything would need a ‘CENSORED’ strip on it was hidden by her scales. The one thing that Spike noticed most was her aura, or her being an aura. She was like a cloud of colors that took the shape of a rather gorgeous figure, and every time she used words such as those made him feel like a narcissist!

“That It's what?” He questioned.

‘sigh…that it makes you feel weird and like a narcissist…’

Spike unfurled the map and looked closely at the circled area. “That’s right, and to answer your question, we are going here.” He pointed at the very center of the marked location. Words in red ink spelled ‘CRAWFORD' “There must be a whole town of hunters here. Think of all the weapons and food we can get off here.” Since he gained his first injuries Spike felt, darker. He craved for blood, he wanted more and more weapons to increase his strength and power over the lesser and undead. He smiled at the thought.

‘Are you sure about this man? I mean, I’d love a good slaughter but this can be more than we can handle.’ The dragon disregarded her statement as he started drinking from the crystal clear lake.

“Don’t sweat it Spiney. With the powers I have, killing those things will be a breeze.” He said as he took another gulp of water. He chuckled darkly as he stared at his reflection…his eyes were glowing yellow, he was covered in dry blood and he was smiling.

And then he wasn't.

His eyes turned back to their emerald gleam as they widen in horror. “What…have I done!?” He started dry heaving for his stomach was completely empty. He did this for five minutes until he resorted to shivering to the ground.

‘…are you done yet?’

“……you…” He began as he got up slowly.

‘I what?’

He looked into his reflection. “YOU DID THIS TO ME!” The force of the shout made the water move around. When it came back to focus, Spines face could be seen.

‘What the hell are you talking about!?’ The reflection roared back. ‘Last time I checked you loved killing bastards.’

He leaned in closer to the aberration. “You made me kill. I'm a monster…a murderer…” He whispered to himself.

Spines placed her hands on her hips in a know it all manner. ‘Don’t blame me about this. Blame your instincts and your heritage…and you have killed before…’ The dragon’s mood changed as she stated those last words.

“…That was different.” Spines quirked her eye.

‘Exactly how different was this?’

Spike grunted as he walked away from the lake. He grabbed the map and knife off the floor. He placed the map in his backpack and kept the weapon in hand. “It was to protect my family…” He stated as he made his way to the road. “This was just a senseless killing. No honor…no reason.”

‘They attacked you.’ She stated slowly.

“They could have been reasoned with…” Even Spike knew that was a lie. Spines sighed in desperation.

‘Face it dragon of legend. These ‘Huemans’ are just as ruthless as those jerkish Canterlot ponies. They’ll do anything to kill something different from them.’ Spike kept walking, not wanting to remember those days. ‘We don’t know why there are zombies everywhere and I sure a heck can't tell you how we will ever get back home.’ Spike lowered his head at the thought of never going home. ‘But you need to learn how to live with your aggressive nature. Believe it or not, the only way to live in worlds such as this is to be ruthless, unforgiving, violent…murderous…’

“How would you know living out here is like that?” Spike quickened his pace at the sound of a gurgled moan in the distance sounded.

‘I'm not just some thing you talk to for the soul intent to talk to. I am alive in more ways than one.’ Spike looked confused at the statement. ‘Call me the sister you never had…or the girlfriend you never knew.’

“Dammit Spines!”

She giggled at his reaction. ‘Just bucking with ya.’ Spike just groaned.

“Your going to be the death of me Spine I just know it…” Even with her playful attitude, Spines was a great friend to have around…all the time…forever……and ever…… “…Celestia kill me know.” That said, the duo headed for Crawford.

-Some time later-

By the position of the moon it could be midnight…then again, Spike didn't know if the world he was in had the same time balance than Equestria. Than again how were the moon and sun moving?

“Spines?”

‘What up drake?’

“Who the hell is moving the moon?” He felt Spines’s interest peak at the topic.

‘That…is a very good question actually…’ He looked up to the stars. They were not as bright or glorious as the ones Luna makes. The sky was smoggy, the moon was far away and small, the smell of death filled the area. For awhile now bodies littered the road he walked on. Many were undead made deader and others were fresh looking bodies that were executed. They were fresh…

Some were children.

The large dragon looked at the juvenile corpse with remorse and depression. Spines noticed this and felt for him.

“Who could do this?” He questioned to himself but Spines answered back.

‘Savages.’ She muttered hatefully. As she said that, Spike’s eyes began to narrow. ‘Monsters.’ She continued. ‘Heartless bastards…’ The drakes eyes regained their yellow tint, his claws grew larger, he licked his teeth in an cannibalistic manner. ‘Murderers.’

Spike had an epiphany moment there. “Murderers…” He growled in hatred. “Murderess who need to be punished…” He accepted the fact he was a killer but he wasn't evil…no. He was going to avenge the innocent lives by hunting down and ripping off the heads who did this. Crawford is a good place to start. Spines smiled at his change of attitude. “Murderess who we need to kill!” The pure judgement he had was gone, replaced with vengeful thoughts.

‘Let’s sift some heads!’

He got on all fours and started running.

To Crawford.

-Sunrise-

It was a hike that’s for sure and some Walkers were killed in the process but know Spike was at the entrance to a very different place. There was a small city out there. Surrounded by a sea of water. He looked to the side of the settlement and saw a train not to far off. He could see hundreds of the undead roaming the streets. If his map was correct, the hunter hideout was next to the shore he was looking at.

DING DONG The sound of bells filled his ears. The loud noise made the hordes of undead go to the source of the sound.

‘So they rely on sound…’ Spines thought out loud. ‘That could be useful data.’

The drake reached into his pack and pulled out the Sniper he acquired awhile back. “Let’s see what were dealing with…” Spike looked into the scope and began to spy around.

He could see a trench of bodies on a stake. They were moving…they were alive once. “What kind of animals would do such a thing?”

‘The kind that deserve to get there throats ripped out.’ Spike looked further around and saw more undead moving about. ‘Better stay clear of them.’ Spike nodded in agreement.

“Need to get higher…” He looked at a nearby tree and began to climb it. Up there he could see over the walls. He could see a school overrun with the undead. “What kind of base are they running here?” His plan was to kill the wicked but it looks like the Walkers got to them first…wait. Gunfire filled his ears. He looked to the right and saw three burly looking men fighting off a undead horde with firearms. They looked like the ones he killed in the fields.

‘Kill.’

“Already on it.” He aimed for the chest. click. The silencer cut out any loud noise as the guy fell to the ground, dead.

’55 points!’ The remaining two looked in confusion at the sudden death of their companion but they disregarded it as they kept shooting the oncoming threat. They should of ran. click. Right through the head. Spike was at least two miles away so this was an impressive feat. ‘100 points!’ Spines cheered sadistically. Spike smiled darkly. The last standing human barley noticed but he was shot right through the left leg, he fell on to the ground hard. ’35 points for spot on accuracy.’

Spike had a choice here. He could kill the man now or leave him to suffer and be eaten alive. He could hear the loud screaming even from his distance. ‘I wouldn't let someone suffer if I could help it could I?’ He thought to himself. Some of the yellow tint left his eyes. He aimed for his head and fired.

‘Mercy kill. Plus 5 karma points for you.’ Even Spines wouldn't let anyone suffer for no good reason. ‘Let’s get closer and see if we can take some down in close combat.’ Spike nodded and jumped off the tree.

“This could be great practice for us.” He said as he landed. He began jogging to the city. “Might be good for us to get some exercise.” He pulled out a large dagger while he placed the sniper rifle back. He started running into deadly territory.

Spike headed in the direction of a large hotel.