Hurricane galloped at full speed toward the sound of the pony screaming. He was nervous, seeing as he hadn't been found by Whirlwind and the rest yet. When he came to the scene, he was greeted with a horrid sight. Six or seven mutated, bloody zombie-ponies were surrounding the broken corpse of what used to be a blue mare. He screamed, and the zombie-ponies turned to him. One of them had a chunk of the mare in it's mouth, so it let the meat drop with a splat! He turned and flew off as fast as he possibly could.

He ran into Stencil, and they tumbled over one another, Stencil getting thrown of into the direction of Draft, who was checking out an advertisement for an armory that they had seen. Whirlwind saw Hurricane streaking toward them, and she had moved clear of his path. Slowly getting up, he looked at them all, fear clouding his eyes. "Guys, we've gotta get outta here! They're coming!"

Now of course, the rest of the ponies had no idea what he was talking about, but they had no reason not to trust him. She they set off at full gallop in the direction Hurricane was headed. That just so happened to be the direction of Record Skyscraper.

These zombie-ponies just so happened to be incredibly quick on their hooves. One of them, a dark orange unicorn, was ahead of the rest of the zombie-ponies. She snarled, and pushed ahead faster.

This particular unicorn was a track star. Normally, you would see earth ponies, maybe even the occasional pegasus, doing track. This orange unicorn, on the other hoof, was incredibly fast. Her cutiemark was a gold medal, symbolising her love and success in sports.

She forged ahead, snarling and snapping at the group's back hooves, almost yapping with delight when she nearly took a chunk out of Draft's leg.

"Gah!" Draft yelled as he saw what used to be a normal pony take a snap at his left hoof. Being the trained and highly skilled guard, he took out one of the guns he had taken and put a few rounds into the zombie's head. The zombie-mare crumpled, and the others faltered. They stopped over the dead pony, and, even though she was their apparent leader, began to rip her bloody carcass to pieces.

They devoured her in a matter of seconds, much like a pack of pirhannas. They resumed the chase.

Hurricane's eyes got wide and he picked up the speed. He grabbed Draft by the saddlebags and lifted up into the air. Whirlwind saw this, and she followed suit with Stencil. They took off higher, and scanned for a place to hide the night, which was approaching fast. Hurricane considered Record Skyscraper, but he decided that it would be the first place the zombies would look, seeing as it was so big and easy to get lost in. He found a nearby building, tall but not wide, and decided to set down there. Absolutely exhausted, they tumbled onto the roof of that building and lied there, trying to regain composure.

Little did they know, the pegasus zombies could still fly.

Hurricane was the first to see a flying zombie pony. He then did something he hadn't needed to do in a while. "Damn it all," he said. "They can also fly?"

Whirlwind looked at him in despair. "You're lying. They're mutated. They couldn't be able to fly."

Hurricane pointed at a blue pegasus mare flying their way. "We might want to get going, guys."

Draft stood up, looking fierce. "No," he said. "I'm gonna take 'em on. You can go if you want to, but i'm staying!"

Not surprised at his will to fight, but at the moment he had it, Hurricane shook his head quickly. "Draft, you know we can't stay-"

Draft cut him off. "Go, then, Hurricane! Leave me be! I want to fight!"

"Draft, seriously-"

"No! I'm staying!"

Hurricane at that point had enough. "Damnit, Draft, you can't stay here! They're going to kill you!! Can't you see!? If we don't leave now, we're all going to die, damnit!"

Draft stayed silent for a few moments. Whirlwind trotted over and put a hoof on his shoulder. "He's right, Draft... we can't stay."

They all heard a snarl and spun around to face it. The blue pegasus mare had reached them. Her torn snout contorted into what looked like a smile. She, or, "it," ran toward the four, laughing in a hyena-like way.

Hurricane, Whirlwind, and Stencil were too slow pulling out their weapons. Draft, on the other hoof, was not. He pulled out one of his guns and just littered the mutated mare with bullets. She stopped dead in her tracks, and fell down. Brown, infected, rotting blood poured from her wounds.

"I want to fight," Draft said. "If you try to stop me, I will have no trouble putting you in hell like that other one." He pointed to the pegasus mare.

Hurricane looked down, solemnley. "Draft, are you serious?"

Draft pointed to the pegasus mare again. "Dead serious."

Hurricane scowled, turned around, and took off toward Record Skyscraper. It didn't matter to him whether or not they followed him, but he did feel a bit worried. He shrugged his worry off and found a busted window to fly onto.

What he found was way worse than any number of zombie-ponies.

He found Spade, Sarcasm, and Trock.

Author's Note

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