Hurricane decided to show them the attic. He grinned wider when he heard that Whirlwind and her little gang was going to accompany him, and he turned around. Trotting foward a few steps, he looked back. Nodding his heade, he indicated that they should folow. When they got upstairs, Hurricane had to ask Stencil to get the attic ladder. When it was fully opened, Hurricane headed up first.

"Whoah," marveled Stencil.

Draft was silent.

Whirlwind also stayed silent for a moment. "I'm assuming your family was military, then?" She said after a few seconds.

"Yeah."

Hurricane trotted to the back of the room, looking up and down the walls along the way. He looked at the opposite wall as he trotted back to Whirlwind, Draft, and Stencil. Of all the things in the attic, it was still limited because of space. He knew they didn't have a basement. He nodded, signifying that they could go and search for at least something. In the mean time, he headed down to go get his own saddlebags and weapons. Remembering that he had grabbed a few knives, he wondered when their first shortage would be. He picked up his saddlebags, the gun he had left on the table to open the door yesterday, and his headphones. They were specially made for him many years ago by a friend of his, and they could store music files in the headphones themselves. Most thought the technology was incredible, but it really was nothing. Compared to her level of skill with other musical devices, the headphones were like child's play.

Stencil was the first to get down from the attic. She had her saddlebags near empty with just a 9mm pistol and maybe two or three magazines for it. Hurricane raised an eyebrow, but she simply stated that she always traveled light. Hurricane shrugged.

Whirlwind was next. She came down with her saddlebags full of food from the upstairs kitchen and a semi-automatic rifle. Hurricane nodded at her choice of necessity over preference, but she still should have taken a little more firepower.

Draft was the last to come down from the attic. He looked like a trotting arsenal. His saddlebags were filled to the brim with guns and ammunition, the occasional barrel of a weapon sticking out. Hurricane chuckled at his friend's enthusiasm.

Hurricane trotted to the door and waited. "Is everyone ready?" He called.

"Yep," Whirlwind said when she appeared from the kitchen.

"Ready," Stencil chimed, trotting in from the living room.

Draft just trotted in from the kitchen also, silent and grinning slightly.

Hurricane only nodded and opened the door. Instantly, the smell of rotting flesh and decaying bodies burned their senses, not only smell, but sight and touch. Their eyes welled with tears from the stench, causing their vision to blur. The fur on the back of Hurricane's neck stood on end in reaction to the horrible smell.

"Disgusting..." Hurricane said, not having gone outside since the apocalypse started.

"That's the smell of decaying bodies," Whirlwind said. "You get used to it after a while."

Hurricane rolled his eyes and trotted outside. Scowling at the scene before him, he observed. I guess this is what happened to my family... he thought. He sighed. Depressing to think that happened. It really did, though. He kept trotting foward.

"Where do you think you're going?" Asked Whirlwind.

"I'm exploring."

"This really is not the time to explore, Hurricane."

Hurricane rolled his eyes. He wanted to explore, so he'll explore. There was nothing Whirlwind could do about it. Trotting past a gruesome body, the head chopped off and blood running down the side of the torso, he gagged. He had to stop for a moment to make sure he wasn't going to vomit. During this small time window, his group caught up with him.

"You could've gotten yourself killed, Hurricane," said Stencil.

Hurricane just rolled his eyes again. Now that his group was with him, they could explore together. If you could really call it 'together.' Whirlwind was off to one side to protect the trotting arsenal and Stencil. Draft and Stencil were both in the middle, or as close to it as they could get. Hurricane was off to the opposite side of the two, his eyes wandering forever around.

They came up to SugarCube Corner without a single hiccup. No zombie-ponies, no crazy Travellers trying to kill them for food, and nothing else. It looked like an average day in Ponyville. That is, until the fog came. Now, fog isn't considered a hiccup in their little journey, but it still made travelling a bit more difficult.

Hurricane initially ran face first into SucarCube Corner because of the fog. He stumbled back, shaking his head. "What in the name of Celestia was that?"

"It's a building, Hurricane," Whirlwind giggled.

Hurricane rolled his eyes once again. "I meant what building is it," he mumbled. Squinting and trotting around the building, he found the door. Opening it, he immediately wished he hadn't.

Half eaten cupcakes littered the floor. The walls were covered in stains of what looked like blood. Rotten bodies were in the corner, piled up, with chunks taken out of them. On the counter, the words "HELP ME" were written in pink cake frosting. He gagged at the smell. The stench of rotting flesh and cupcakes was disgusting. It burned his nose, making him tear up. He looked at one of the cupcakes on the floor, then to a body that was laying next to it. The pony's fur used to be bright green, as far as he could tell. He looked back at the cupcake. It was lime green, with a cutiemark on the wrapping. He gulped.

"What's in there, Hurricane?" It was Draft.

"N-nothing, Draft... it's fine."

"Doesn't sound fine to me."

Hurricane backed out of the destroyed SugarCube Corner slowly, closing the door behind him. He was absolutely digusted. When he reached the group again, he shook his head.

"What's up?" Stencil asked.

Hurricane just shook his head again, this time he trotted away into the fog.

"Well..." Whirlwind began, "I guess we should follow him, huh?"

As they trotted after him, Whirlwind found herself thinking about the last night. I had gotten him to lighten up, even if it was only a little, she thought. I wonder what he'd be like happy... I guess I'll never know for- her thought was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot. It had come from the left, and they hadn't caught up with Hurricane, so they galloped in the direction of the sound.

Hurricane had also noticed the sound, and he looked in it's direction. "Where am I?" He mumbled to himself. Trotting toward the sound, he tried to scan his surroundings, but the fog was way too thick. He began to gallop toward it. He heard more gunshots, and galloped faster.

Then they all heard the pony scream.

Author's Note

Third chapter done! Thank you all who have been following my project here, it's all much appreciated! Hope you enjoyed!!