They come at night... Mostly

The feast has begun!
They begin their foul ways,
Minutes turn to hours,
And hours to days,

~George A. Romero~

~Black Olive~

First I thought it was just a hoax. Something to scare and confuse the ponies. Naturally, when I heard the sirens, I couldn’t believe it. My pizzeria was a popular place since day one - ponies came here and returned because of the quality I gave - and I always heard the rumors.

Somewhere in the wastelands? Next to a town? Who knows. I caught quite a few hushed conversations about zombies and other beings much worse than them. But I didn’t believe. Right until I saw one of them dragging itself through the street right in front of my pizzeria.

My guests immediately panicked and fled, involuntarily saving my sorry flank. Only a short but bulky stallion remained, keeping calm, closing and locking the doors and windows of the place.

“Miss Olive!” He called out, quickly making his way towards the kitchen where I was hiding.

“Y-yeah, I’m here!” I answered his call, standing up and leaving the impromptu hiding place made of empty cardboard boxes.

“Miss Olive, we have ta lock all the doors or they’ll get inside!” He reached the kitchen, looking for the keys. His accent made me remember who he was: ‘Short Box’, some sort of undersized strongstallion, otherwise a longshorestallion. He arrived here two months ago and had been eating here every Tuesday and Friday ever since.

“The doors, right!” I replied, grabbing the keys from under the counter. Standing next to Short Box - this wasn’t his real name I think - I realized how much taller I was compared to him. He could at least have the privilege of staring at my boobs without excuse. Lucky bastard.

“Ah’ll fix the blinds, ya get the back door, sweetheart!” He told me and ran back into the ‘mess hall’. What a mess it was after the guests running away…

“Right, on it!” I replied and hurried back into the kitchen, through the goods receiver room, reaching the opened door right as one of the walkers were about to bite into a guy’s neck. He was holding stuff from my kitchen.

For a moment I hesitated. I could have just yelled and saved him. But then again, he stole from me. Then I remembered who he was. I felt no guilt.

I closed and locked the door, barricading it away.

His screams of pain and agony just couldn’t reach my ears.

...flashback...

“Nice scarf you got there!” A stallion’s voice suddenly sounded up behind me. I turned around and saw this guy, the typical douche bag, with two of his friends lagging behind.

“Thank you, how kind.” I replied, turning back, already knowing where this is going.

I heard a small whistle and realized that these stallions were up for no good.

“So Miss, don’t you want to check-” He began again but I already had enough. With pepper spray in my right, ready to make them cry, I spun around.

“Shut up and fuck off!” I yelled at them.

Why did I have to miss the last bus?...

They actually stopped… only for the main douche bag snatching the spray out of my hand with his magic, shortly followed by his fellow douche bags grabbing my shoulders, turning me around and pushing me onto the brick wall next to me.

“So you want to do this on the hard way, huh?” He asked and I felt his alcohol smelling breath on my neck. “Since you are so eager… I will return the favour!”

“Don’t you da-mmmhmhm!” I tried to speak but my mouth was held closed by him.

Then he lifted my dress’ skirt, feeling up my behinds.

“Ahh, soft and round, hmmm, you have been waiting for me to make this offer, no?” He asked, I tried to reply, futile. His hands ran up to my breasts and he squeezed them. “Seems good… wonder what you have…” He tried to say but saw red and blue lights.

“This is the TCPD! Stand back and put your hands in the air!” A policeman’s magically enhanced voice filled the night air.

“Shit!” The douche bag yelled and ran, his buddies following.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” A… unicorn stallion with a casual outfit appeared, his voice matching the officer’s.

“Yes.. thank you… but how?” I asked, confused. He pointed at his horn.

“Call it magic. I call it true.” He answered, smirking.

I reached home safely, then.

...end flashback...

Locking all of the small windows turning off the lights, I returned to the kitchen. I felt an otherworldly calmness in myself, I felt in control. The scared face of short Box popping up from the lobby made me snap out of the feeling quite soon, but he have seen my expression.

“Miss Olive? What was that screaming, ya didn’t get hurt, right?” he asked worriedly.

“N-no… it… it was somepony else, right outside. Couldn’t save him. I’m alright.” I told him, shuddering as I suddenly realized what I had just done. I murdered somepony…

“Albatros’ luck, Miss Olive… I fixed up the blinds and blocked up the doors as much as I could. Hope it’ll hold.” Box responded, wiping his forehead. “Guess we should jus’ sit back in the kitchen…” he said, walking past me as he did so. I could see in his eyes how scared he actually was.

~Short Box~

Scared out of my pants, least I could say. Bloody zombies were roaming around, eating people alive… I mean, I have seen a horror movie or two, but nothin’ like this, I swear.

I always fancied this place. Good food, good company, and then there she was, what an eye candy! Hoo boy! Black Olive, the pizza pony; making the best pizza of this part of Trottingham.

When the guests of the pizzeria began to flee, I froze. Not because I was a coward… no… because I knew that they were making a good distraction! And that I could survive indefinitely in a pizzeria, ah yes.

Course I made sure to lock everything and block all the ways to even look in.

Ahh, there she was, what a view. If not for the situation, I would’ve asked her out for a date! But of course, we had the actual zombie apocalypse happening around us! Bloody hell.

I quickly found a good place to sit in the kitchen as I walked past Miss Olive, then crossed my arms before my chest and waited.

She arrived a few seconds later.

“Well uh, Miss, what are we s’pposed ta do now?” I asked her. First time I could actually stare at her without being creepy or whatnot.

She had this olive colored fiiine coat of fur, looking soft and all, then her mane was of some kind of combination of dark green and dark grey. But those golden eyes, I felt my heart going out for her. Well, maybe it was her big ol’ titties. She wore a black apron and white chef’s outfit, but still, she was just gorgeous.

“What are we going to do now?” she asked back, sitting down on a box in front of me. “I… I don’t know. I think we should stay for a while… until most of them wanders away. We can survive here. We can escape. We just have to… wait?” she explained and honestly, I had no better plan either.

~Black Olive~

Short Box was trying to show himself the manly stallion; not scared, keeping the situation in control. But I could see the fear in his eyes. And that he was checking me out, quite openly at that. Once I was able to sit down and take a breather, I realized how screwed we were.

So stupid, so idiotic, a moron, the moron of the book, I was. I knew they were coming. Everypony knew it. But nopony actually went as far as checking the vicinity of the city, to simply see if there were actually humungous hordes of zombies heading to this direction!

“I could be in Ponyville now. My cousin lives there, working in a candy shop. Gosh darn it.” I said aloud, hiding my face behind my palm.

“Aww Miss Olive, don’t be upset… even I got stuck here and where did I spend the better part of my life? In a dock, loadin’ up ships that could sail to Zebrica if need be!” Box tried to reassure me. Strangely enough, it worked, thinking about how he was here for just two months, right when the world’s end began.

“Zebrica… I wonder what is it like down there.” I said, trying to derail my thoughts from the topic of the world’s ending. While at that, I took a better look at Short Box, finding him not too capable of surviving in a continent like that, based on how short he was.

Short, his coat of fur was colored in a pale shade of light blue, his mane a striped blue and white, with grey eyes looking at… my bosoms. Seriously, what’s wrong with this guy all of a sudden? If not for the baggy dock worker trousers he wore, I swear I could see something in his pants.

Nevertheless, his outfit was a simple, manual labourer’s clothes, worn and old as expected. But not smelly at least.

“I’ve been there before. The Zebra folks are kind, but their continuous rhyming, gah, worse than drinking Snake Slime Brandy… seriously hon’, don’t do that.” he warned me, making me chuckle.

“Heh, if we survive this all, I expect you to invite me to one.” I told him, making him smile.

Hours passed since we barricaded ourselves in my pizzeria. Box turned out to be a good story teller: the years he spent in the docks of Manehattan let him hear all the tales the drunken captains and their crew could tell in the taverns. At least we could think of the world before.

But our attention was taken away from the stories when both of us heard something in the distance.

“What was that?” Box asked, his ears perking up in either curiosity or fear.

“I... don’t know. Sounded like someone going berserk?” I replied. The death cries of the ponies the zombies caught began to die down a while ago. Most of them must have been caught.

There it was again. This cry of war.

“To the braided beard of Celestia, what’s going on? Who or what is making that noise?” Box asked, standing up. “We should check outside...” He suggested, heading to the lobby.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked him but he was already at the counter, going to a window.

The enraged roar sounded up again, this time much closer. I ran to the window Box was standing at. “Can you see it”? I asked him excitedly.

“I… I think I can… there, up above! Look!” He pointed outside, the half-covered window let both of us see something swooping up and down from the sky.

“Sweet baby Celestia… this is an Exterior Guard, I have seen them before… but… why is he all red?” I asked, feeling my heart skipping a beat as i recognized the shape of a pegasus soldier going down for a kill, then back up so he is not exposed and can see far.

“The Exterior Guard’s armor is usually some sort of camouflage, mixed shades of green or so.” I continued, trying to take a better look at the pegasus as he only stopped for the short moments when he picked a new target - zombies below - before making a Meteorite Maneuver to kill them. Yepp, I read a thing or two about pegasi fighting styles. He cried out again, but this time I heard the slashing and electric buzz of his sword as well.

“That’s not red… that’s blood, all over him… he is in a battle trance! He will kill himself!” Box responded, eyes wide.

“What do we do? Should we save him from… uh, himself?” I asked him, starting to panic. A lone soldier against the endless hordes of undead, that just couldn’t end well.

For a few seconds Box didn’t respond, but then he gulped, speaking up. “I will go out and bring him in.” I saw him steeling himself, gathering all the courage he could muster up.

“Oh gosh, please don’t get yourself killed… wait, I will give you a knife at least!” I told him and ran back into the kitchen, grabbing the biggest knife I have. When I returned he was already at the front door, taking down the barricade and unlocking it.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He said and opened the door as he took the knife from me. “Wish me luck…” And with that, he was outside.

~Short Box~

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I was actually going out… risking my life… and not being a coward for once! I quickly ducked and ran to the closest hiding place I could find: a couple of trash cans. From there I could see the stallion flying up and assaulting downwards, hearing the death of one of the zombies right afterward. He was close.

Looking back for a moment I was able to see Miss Olive standing behind the closed door - atta girl, she locked it - watching both the soldier and I.

“Kyaaaahh!” the pegasus cried out, a zombie replied with a growl before losing its head.

I advanced forward, reaching the corner of the street, achieving the position from where I could see the scene perfectly. He was fighting at least a dozen of them, striking down every tenth second, killing one each time. Damn, he was quicker than a seagull snatching the carrot-dog out of your hands when you aren’t paying attention!

“Uh… you, soldier!” I yelled, realizing how big of a mistake I made with that just a second later. “Shhhiiit!” Half of the zombies looked at me, seeing the walking food served.

The soldier heard my yell and saw the walkers switch their attention from him to me. So he swooped above me and landed.

“What the actual fuck are you doing, shorty?!” he yelled at me, only to spin around, knock a zombie on the ground with his wings, then behead the next one with his sword. Daaamn.

“I, uh, hide, pizzeria, there, come with us!” I tried to explain. I Failed.

“Get back in there!” he yelled at me again and stabbed the closest of these bloodied rotters in the chest: the husk was electrified and died again.

“No need ta tell me twice!” I exclaimed and ran back to Miss Olive: she quickly opened the door and let me in. “Now he’ll finish there and join us…” I told her, wiping the sweat from my brows.

“Sweet Celestia…” she responded, hugging me tightly. Ahh, those soft pillows of love.

~Zephyr Verve~

Fly. Acquire target. Strike.

The redness wouldn’t leave me and I didn’t want it to leave.

Fly. Acquire target. Strike.

I didn’t feel tiredness. But why would I?

Fly. Acquire target. Strike.

I destroyed them. But they were many.

Fly. Acquire target. Strike.

One by one. They shall return to the ground.

Fly. Acquire target. Strike.

Someone is yelling to me at that corner.

“Huh?” I gasped, falling out of my trance. A pony? A living one, yelling to me?

I quickly saved him. A short stallion. What an excuse of a man.

So helpless. With a kitchen knife.

I saw a mare in a pizzeria, he pointed it out.

Maybe I could save them from these horrors? Possibly.

Swipe. Spin. Strike. Jump back. Stab.

I ended them all.

The stallion was back in the pizzeria.

The mare was familiar. Did I see her before?

I holstered my sword and stood there, staring at them.

I heard nothing but the blow of the wind in my ears.

I was red. Blood and guts all over me. I smelled like death.

“I have to shower down. I need to wash my armor.” I told myself and went to the pizzeria.

For once more, I looked around and caught a glimpse of the setting sun. This much time passed?... I hoped the zombies would go to sleep at night.

~Black Olive~

“He is coming this way… oh thank goodness, he is out of his trance!” I exclaimed happily, glad that we were able to save that guy from his own enraged state.

“Yeah… and he’ll need a bath. Or three.” Box told me, shaking his head.

“I have a bathroom back there, don’t worry.” I reassured him, opening the door for the Guard.

“Uh… hello?” I tried to greet him. He stopped in the doorway, staring into my eyes. He was a bit taller than me.

“I know you.” He told me and walked right past me. The smell of blood and guts spilled all over him reached my nose, making me almost puke right there.

“The bathroom is that way, follow me…” I replied, quickly running ahead just so I wouldn’t need to smell him. I led him into another part of the building where the changing room and the bathroom was. “Just undress, I will wash your clothes nice and clean, alright? Shower is right there.” I explained it to him, he simply nodded.

Something was wrong with him and I was afraid that I knew exactly what it was.