After Equestira Falls to the Dead

by derptyderp2

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Dark, Alternate Universe, Sad, Anthro
Length: 3691

One of the best officers in the Military served his years. Only at the age of 26 has he been sent home.

One of the best officers in the Military served his years. Only at the age of 26 has he been sent home. Not knowing why, he served as one of the secret branches of the Military and was going to re-enlist, he took his leave and left. Now, only a couple months after going home, does shit hit the fan.
(If you don't like guns. Don't read. Im not a big swords and shields guy. Sorry to tell you)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-29 16:56:48 UTC

Chapter 1: Just a regular day

Not a lot going on in the quiet woods of the Everfree Forest. But then there was a male unicorn, running. He was wearing a military gear, somewhat like the marines. But in a black. He had a white coat, and a multi blue mane, similar to the DJ everypony knew. He continued to run, instead of an expressionless face, like most marines had in battle, his was one filled with fear and confusion. He decided to turn, and that's when he saw them. A horde of ponies. Not bearing arms, not even posing a threat. For, in the dark. They looked like normal ponies. But the sounds coming from them were like a nightmare. Moaning and groaning, and the smell of rotten and decaying flesh filled the air. He didn't know how to stop them. So he turned, and ran. He ran and ran and ran. Still every time he turned around, they would be even closer. Every step he took, they had already taken ten. But when he looked at them, they were slower then turtles. So he pulled his rifle up, took aim at one of the ponies kneecap to stop it from proceeding forward and fired. Nothing, except the pony walked with a limp. So he adjusted his aim to its heart. Fired. Nothing still. "Nothing could stop them," he thought, "they can die twice...This is my fate, to die to these things." He closed his eyes,  and waited for his fate to be sealed.

The stallion awoke from his nightmare with a yelp. He looked to both sides, and sighed. "Still here....Still breathing" he chuckled to himself, sliding out of bed and onto his hooves. At the moment, he only wore a pare of basketball shorts. His scares from being held prisoner at war showed. All over his chest and back. Some deep and nasty scares. Others, not so deep. But still enough to make a pony wonder why would anypony do something so horrible to...Another living creature! But, never the less. He went to the restroom, and looked in the mirror. His crimson red eyes staring back at him as he began to brush his teeth. After, he admired his somewhat masculine form. Sure, he wasn't the biggest. But he wasn't weak.

After a good couple minutes of grooming himself, he walked out of the restroom and headed for his closet. He opened it up, got jeans, a hoodie and glasses similar to Vinyls, but with the top cut to onley cover his eyes. After putting his day clothes on, he went out for a little stroll. Walking in Canterlot wasn't as peaceful as walking in Ponyville. But, it got his mind off what had happened. Being home for only a couple months wasn't going to work if he wasn't going to do anything productive. Sure, the government was sending him checks for his services. But, what exactly was he doing? He wanted to re-enlist, but they wouldn't let him. So what could he do? He went around. Bored out of his mind when he saw something. He saw a male pegasus and a female earth pony in a dark alleyway.

"Fuck, this cant be good..." he said to himself as he began to jog across the street. Soon, the pegasus in the alleyway pulled out a butterfly knife, and that's when the trained stallion sprinted. He went to tackle him when the pegasus turned. He didn't have much time to fly before the unicorn stopped him. With that, the unicorn looked at the lifeless mare. Dead, but not from the pegasus. No knife wound, no gunshot wound, no sign of strangle either. So how did she die? The unicorn wanted answers. So, he turned to the other male in the alley. "Who are you, what are you doing, and how did she die? Answer, and I wont pull both your kneecaps off." He threatened the pegasus.

The pegasus looked confused. There was a knife, a dead mare, and a pegasus that knew there was a dead body there. "W-What?" he asked, and looked up at the stallion pinning him down.

The unicorn sighed. "Alright, Ill give you an example. My name is Vinny, Im here to...Or was here to save this mare, but she is already dead. So I want to know who you are. What your doing. How she died, and because Im just bored, how the hell did you know she was here" he asked, this time grabbing his wing and pulling. Like he was going to tear his wings off.

The pegasus yelled, and looked behind him. "MY NAME IS CLOUD CARRIER! I don't know how she died, I just get calls to make sure they stay dead! I swear! DONT TEAR MY WINGS OFF! PLEASE! OH CELESTIA, DONT!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. Vinny sighed, and pulled harder. A loud snap was heard. Vinny didn't realize how fragile wings are, but he didn't let up. This made Cloud Carrier scream in pain, and begin to cry.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I KNOW! WHY DID YOU BREAK MY WINGS?! WHY?!"he cried, squirming as if that would help the pain. He was telling the truth, but Vinny didn't get all the answers he wanted.

"How did you know she was here?! TELL ME BEFORE I TEAR THEM COMPLETELY OFF!" he yelled out of pure rage. He didn't like that he was going to stab an already dead corps. He saw enough of killing, and dead bodies getting shot when he was younger. It was disrespectful, and that angered him even more.

"THE CAMERAS! THE CAMERAS!" he yelled pointing to the street camera on the wall. "We make sure the dead don't rise." he said, trying to be quiet. He was still sobbing loudly, and some of the fancy ponies looked in the alleyway. Not going to get there hands dirty with that. They walked slowly by. Some began to pull out phones to call the police. Vinny looked at the crowed at the end of the alleyway, then back at Cloud Carrier. The young pegasus held a revolver up to the mares head. "Im sorry" he said to the dead mare, tears streaming down his eyes as he pulled the trigger. Panic arose at the end of the alleyway as they ran to find cover. Vinny stared in shock, then quickly snapping back into reality. But it was to late, Cloud Carrier had the revolver to his temple and looked up at Vinny with sad, and confused eyes. "Ive said to much" he said.

"NO!" Vinny yelled and lunged for the gun. But Cloud Carrier had already pulled the trigger. Vinny pushed the gun away, and looked at the young pegasus. He couldn't do anything as he pulled the stallion in and held him. "No...." he said to himself. He's seen death so many times, but this was different. He's seen mares and stallions take there own lives at war. But there was nothing here to drive anypony insane. For the moment being. He sat, and waited for the cops, and wondered why. Why would he shoot the dead corps in the head first and then himself?

Chapter 2: News Reports

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.

Chapter 3: The House call

He stayed in cover as night began to fall. He didn't want to draw to much attention from anything. After about fifteen minutes of doing nothing but stay quiet, he tripped. He looked at his hooves to see what was there. It was hard to see, so his horn lit up. What he saw was a tinny dead filly. Fear still stained on her face. Her organs hanging out, blood splattered all over the street. He turned his head, and covered his mouth. After he gathered himself, he looked around. He saw an open car, and decided to put her in it. So he bent down, and put her intestines back into her the best he could. Then he picked her up, and walked over to the car. He put her in it, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes. Then he looked for something to cover the body with. He didn't find anything. He looked at the house that the car was in front of, and was going to get a blanket. So, he shouldered his rifle, and began walking. The door was open already. "Family must have been in a hurry to get the hell out." he told himself, and walked in. He then realized if he shot his rifle, then he would have to hall ass again. So he let it hang off the strap, and pulled out his combat knife. Its not like he knew where to get them, but there still like ponies right? So, same logic. So he went into the kitchen. No one. That was good, so he preceded forward. He came to a closed door. He knocked on it. When there was no answer, he walked away. Then, a shotgun blast went through the door.

As instinct to him, he dove for the floor, and hit it with a loud thud. "D-Did you get him Richard?! I heard a thud!" a mare said. At that moment, Vinny turned. Pulling his M1911 from his holster. "I-I think so....I-I don't see any blood, or anything moving....M-Maybe.." the stallion said. From what Vinny heard, his name was Richard. So Vinny stood, and got by the frame of the door.

"Fuck man! Almost blew my brains out!" Vinny yelled through the door. That was greeted by another blast of the shotgun through the door. "CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" Vinny spoke, covering his ears. Then he reached for the doorknob. "Hold on, Im coming in. Don't shoot, I wont hurt you." Vinny spoke, reassuringly.

As he opened the door, the couple inside sat there. Two kids behind them, and a shotgun in Richards hand. Richard had a brown coat, and black mane. His eyes were a terrified green. His wife, had a light blue coat, and a purple mane. Her eyes were a sad grey. The kids were both fillies. They were twins, which made it hard to tell the difference. They both had a pink coat, and blue mane. But one had green eyes just like there father. The other had blue eyes, like the ocean.

Vinny slid his M1911 back into its holster, and picked up his hands at the trembling family. "Calm down. Im a Marine. No need to get all jumpy." Vinny spoke softly. Richard put the shotgun down, and sighed one of relief. Then his wife put her hands to her face. Vinny smiled, and walked past them. He went straight to the young mares, and bent down. "Hey there, you two alright? Taking care of your parents?" he asked, with a small smile. Richard giggled, then his wife began to sob. Vinny turned, but was pulled back by the mare with green eyes.

"Help us!" she whispered. Her voice filled with terror. "They stole us and our other sister! They fed those things our sister, and they were going to give...those things us so they could escape!" her voice began to sob as she hugged Vinny. He felt her tears on his coat as he hugged her. He then pulled away, giving a small nod. He took his glasses off, letting her see his crimson eyes. Then he handed her his glasses, and stood.

He smiled, and looked at them both. "Mister Richard. Whats your wifes name?" he asked, his smile getting a bit bigger then needed.

"OH! Her name is Violet. Oh honey stop crying. The kids are alright! Look." Richard spoke, pointing at the fillies.

"Why don't you two help me find the generator. Im sure you two have a generator...Right?" he asked, looking at the wife. She gave a small nod, and got up. She walked over to the door and looked back. She stared at the shotgun for a second, then began walking.

About five minutes later, the power pops back on. Just in time to, the sun had completely gone down. Then, after two minutes of light, the power went out. Richard, still in the room, picked the shotgun up. The power then came back on, and Vinny was in the doorway. "Hurry! She fell when the power went out, and she cracked her head open!" he said, moving out of the way as he dashed to the garage where the generator was. When he looked in, and saw his wife duck tapped to the chair. He went to turn, but Vinny was already there. He punched the stallion. The stallion fell, and was unconscious. When he awoke, he was hanging from chains.

"Why? Why three small fillies?" Vinny asked, right there. Banging on the garage indicated that the monsters where out there. Richard smiled, and looked at the mare with the purple hair.

"Four...I don't want to die, so I picked the four mares from the street. So when they come, they get eaten first, giving me time to run! Don't you see, the weak die! The strong survive! At any coast! I can be invincible!" he said, and looked at the mare. "Ohh, and I was gonna have fun with you before I gave you up." he laughed. With that, Vinny untied the mare.

"Go. Get the gun and the fillies. Tell them its okay, that I sent you. All of you are going to follow me." Vinny said, with a small smile. When she left, Vinny turned to the crazy stallion. Pulling his knife out. He walked up to him, and make small gashes on his legs and lower chest. Richard screamed in pain as he felt the blood escape his body. He then went to the garage door, and opened it slightly. Letting one of the undead pull it open. Vinny ran to the door inside the house and closed it. Barricading it with anything close.

In the front of the tiny hoard was the filly from the car. Tinny thing, she ran and got his hoof. Richard screamed in fear as the rest gathered around and began to eat his lower half. Soon, his arms would tear from his body as the zombies clawed and pulled on him.

Vinny and the other three ran out the back and hopped over the fence into the woods. Then he turned to the house, and remembered why he went in there. "......Im sorry....Im so sorry." he spoke under his breath. He went up to the filly with his glasses, and held his hand out. She gave them back to him, and he put them on. In he dark, the others didn't see the tears stream down his face.

After a couple minutes of endless walking in the woods, one of the fillies went and grabbed his hand.

"My name is Vanilla." she spoke, and looked up at him. "And Im fourteen years old. Whats your name?" she asked, with a small smile.

"My name is Vinny....And Im twenty six years old." he chuckled. "And your sister?" he asked, looking behind and saw the mare holding the sleeping filly.

"Cream. Same age." she smiled. Soon, Vinny picked her up. Then she fell asleep as well.