After Equestira Falls to the Dead

There the unicorn sat. In the alleyway now regretting staying. The cops had barricaded the alley, and got out. They took cover behind their car, and drew guns. "COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! NOW FUCKER!" they yelled, still hidden behind the car. Vinny ran and took cover behind a big dumpster. He looked for a way out, and saw a fire escape. He peaked out, and saw they were cowering behind the cop car.

"Fucking pussies" he chuckled to himself as he ran to it. The ladder was already down. His lucky day, so he began climbing when a shot rang out. He slipped, still holding on with one hand. Barely. He looked and saw one of the cops. An earth pony, carrot colored coat and a bright green mane. "Maybe not so big of a pussy..." he told himself as he began to climb faster. Shots missing him, some by a mile, others by mere millimeters. He got to where he could stand on his legs and just hall ass. So that's what he did. Climbing the stairs and throwing his hoodie up so they couldn't recognize him. When he reached the rooftops, that's where he saw it. The one place the cameras couldn't see. The roof. About ten dead bodies lay there. They had died recently, due to o smell. But one turned its head, and looked at him. He stood in shock as it did. A small groan escaped the corpses lips. Vinny stepped back. When he did, the corps got up. When it did, the others turned there heads and began to get up. They began to walk toward Vinny, and the walk turned into a limping run. Vinny, began to escape. He jumped to another roof, finding more bodies.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" he yelled as they to got up. He heard yelling and only two shots from the other roof. The cop was either dead or seriously injured. Vinny just looked down from the roof. It was closer to the ground then the other building, and he saw something he could grab on and slide down with. So, he backed up far enough to get a good leap, but not get touched by these....Monsters. So he ran and jumped. He hit the wall, grabbing onto the gutter part where the water exits from the top. It scraped his knuckles and fingers as he didn't get a good grip at first and his knuckles slid against the brick for a good two seconds.

He held onto his hands, as if it was going to help stop the pain. He looked at the end of the street where he saw the cop who was shooting at him. He held his arm as a huge chunk was missing. As it something ripped it off. Blood gushing out of it, and part of the muscle hanging down from the open wound. He gulped and walked away. Everything in his body told him to go over to the cop and tell him what Cloud Carrier told him. But he ignored it, and walked away. Well, he ran away.

When he reached his home, he was already tearing the jacket off. Searching himself for cuts or bite marks. He sighed as he didn't find one. When he looked at the jacket, he sighed seeing the huge blood stain of the young stallion left on him. He threw the jacket into the clothes basket. He then went and got a DJ-PON3 shirt, and turned the TV on. He changed the channel from cartoons to the news.

"The dead, come back. Or so we are told from a Cantrlot police officer. Officer John Carrot. Funny name." the female news reporter chuckled to herself. Then looked at the camera. "What's the story over there at Canterlot Zack?" she asked, looking to the top right of the screen as if she could actually see him.

There was a small delay. Only about two seconds before the male unicorn began. "Well, Im here with this brave police officer, and a huge chunk of his muscle is missing. Now, would you like to fill us in?" he asked at the officer. Before anything else happened, he fell. He had already looked ill, a lighter more sickly coat and his eyes were dilated as well. Even though the sun was high in the sky. The camera guy shut it off as the mare went back on.

"Oh my! Well. We'll get back to you later Zack." she smiled and went on with the news.

"Oh fuck me..." he said to himself, and ran into his closet. He reached his closet and pushed some clothes out of the way reviling a big gun safe. He punched in the code, and reviled his M4A1 with a ACOG scope, his M1911, and his SIG P226. Marine gear as well. But no helmet. "FUCK! Where did my helmet go?!" he asked himself, looking around. Then there was a loud knock on the door. Followed by a small groan, then with another moan. He ran and shut the door to his room, then back to his closet where he closed the door as well. He slid into his gear, all black. Then began to load his magazines with the bullets. He had five M4A1 magazines that held 30 rounds each. "Thank you marine core for letting me keep the weapon AND magazines." he said to himself, and began to loead his M1911 mags(magazines.) He had 3 mags for that, and each held 11 rounds. As for his SIG, he had three mags with eighteen rounds each. He was already skilled at loading the mags, so it took him little to no time loading round after round. When he was done, he loaded each one. Cocked them. Then he put his pistols in there holsters. Over all it took him fifteen minutes. He reached for his combat knife before he heard the front door break open. He ran and headed for the backdoor.

The back door was all glass, so he ran full force into it. Shattering it. He fell as well, drawing attention to himself. The dead inside his house began to run to the noise. The ones who spotted him, chanced him. He ran for the gate, but was stopped. The gate swung open with the monsters piling over reaching for him. He ran back, to the very end of his yard and jumped the fence to his nabors yard. "How is it this bad already? Wait....How did the news...Know that someone would be bite? They were there in less then five minutes. Had to be." he told himself as he jogged to the gate to get to the road. He wanted to go into the city and find a good hiding spot. Somewhere those things couldn't get, and other living ponies could get to him.