Hurricane wasn't the brightest of stallions. He liked to sit at home, drawing or messing with his turntable. He had a hard time with other ponies. A bit anti-social, he hung out with the same ponies every time he left the house. That all changed when the plague hit.

It started in Canterlot, infecting one pony with it's deadly symptoms and then another, quickly spreading to many places. It was a disease that altered the mind, driving ponies mad with horrible hallucinations and driving them quickly to suicide. The problem with that way out is that they don't always stay as dead as they might have hoped. Thus earning the seemingly undead ponies the nickname 'Zombie-Ponies.'

Hurricane knew that the word 'Zombie' wasn't to be taken lightly. The ponies were fast, unlike the stereotype slow and tripping Zombie. They would be on a whole city in a matter of minutes. He had witnessed this fact first-hoof about a month ago now. They were galloping right through Ponyville, devouring everypony they saw. It was a bloody mess. Now, Ponyville was deserted, the last of the survivors moving on to some of the towns that weren't attacked. Caneighda had yet to experience the Zombie-Ponies, but Hurricane expected that to change soon.

Getting back on track to our hero of sorts, Hurricane, the pegasus wasn't all that smart. He was scarlet red, with an odd two tone red and white mane. His left eye was green, and his right eye was red. A lot of his personality traits screamed "not the sharpest knife in the drawer." He liked to argue, even when he knew it was futile to do so. He liked to throw things, especially pens and other writing utensils like that. Drawing is another thing he likes to do. He likes to practice everything he can get his hooves on. On the other side of the silver lining, he loved to watch others suffer mentally. When someone is going through some tough times, he is there to tell you to "Suck it up, kid."

Hurricane's last three months were horrible. He'd watched his whole family, his father, mother, sister and brother, get brutally murdered and eaten right before his eyes. His friends didn't answer when he called, he tried sending letters(obviously failing, seeing as the mailmare got eaten too), so he was pretty much helpless against the hordes of Zombie Ponies out there.

Then again, there was the attic.

Hurricane was never allowed in the attic. Ever. Now that his parents were gone... he could see what was up there!! Realizing this, Hurricane trotted from his room to his parents' room. He had to jump just to unfold the ladder, seeing as his mother and brother were unicorns, they could have opened it easily. After the possibly dangerous task of unfolding the ladder, he climbed up the steps and into the attic. When he saw what was up there, his eyes widened in shock.

A weapons shack? That's what was up here? He saw pistols, carbines, sub-machine guns... almost every military-grade weapon known to ponykind. He trotted around the room, confused on why they would have this up here. He saw one that struck him in particular. It was a medium sized sub-machine gun, one that fired sets of three burst shots. He didn't know how he knew that, "Just intuition, I suppose." Finishing his last thought verbally, he picked up the weapon in his mouth.

It was light, even with a full clip. He looked around the room. A whole lot of weapons stronger than this and he chooses the one that no one would ever choose? Normal ponies would go to the shotguns, seeing as they're powerful. "They suck to reload, though." He was shocked at himself. He didn't know this stuff... did he? He went back down the steps of the ladder. Heading to the guest bedroom downstairs, he was going to search the photo albums. That is, until he heard the knock on his door.

Crack! Crack!

Nervous now, he headed to the door, his gun pointed foward. "Who is it?" He called, his voice slightly muffled because of the weapon in hid mouth.

He could hear ponies talking. "Oh thank Celestia someone's in there. Hello, will you let us in please?"

Hurricane thought for a moment. If he let them in, he would have company. If he didn't they would starve or get eaten. Frowning, he opened the door. Through it he saw a cute white pegasus mare with a long pink mane, a black earth stallion with a grey mane, and a magenta unicorn mare with a purple mane. They all looked like Travelers, ponies who's city or town was completely infected and decided to move away.

"You guys need a place to crash for tonight?"

The white mare spoke up. "Yes sir."

Hurricane scowled. "Don't call me sir. I'm leaving tomorow, so you should get as much rest as you can tonight."

"Yes, mister...."

Hurricane's scowl lightened, as it was the younger magenta mare spoke up this time.

"My name is Hurricane."

It was the stallion who spoke up this time. "Colonel Draft of the former Royal Guard, at your service."

Hurricane could use his training with special weapons like this.

The pink mare spoke again. "Whirlwind. Not quite at your service, but i'm here to help."

The tension level rose a bit. There was a moment of silence. Hurricane looked at the magenta mare.

She smiled. "My name is Stencil."

Hurricane nodded. He turned aside so they could all get in. As they trotted in, he looked them all over once more. The Colonel's Cutie Mark was a blue shield with three swords behind it. Whirlwind's was a green tornado, with leaves flying around in it, and Stencil's was a pad with a pencil. Hurricane looked at his own, almost as if he had forgotten what it was. It was a pair of red and black headphones with a black zigzag line hitting both the earpads. Looking back to the visitors, he nodded. "I have a guest room, my parents' room, and my room. So, unfortunately, one of you will have to bunk with me. Any problems with that? If so, you can sleep on the floor down here."

Author's Note

First chapter done. If anyone would like to help edit and stuff, just contact me and i'll get back to you as soon as I can. It would be most appreciated! Hope you enjoyed!