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Frank stared at himself in the mirror, it was to good to be true, not only has he found a whole new story, but somehow, he was young again!

Last time he looked like this was around the Willamette incident, hell, maybe even younger, that girl said it was magic, but he didn't give a damn, he was back in the game. "I don't even care if there are zombies, this is amazing..." He uttered out.

Everyone in the main room looked towards him, some with a questionable look, a glare or just neutral sadness. The first to get his attention was Twilight. "Um, mister West-"

She was cut off as Frank turned from the mirror, a smug look on his face. "Kid, the name's Frank, not mister West."

The freelance photographer started going up the stair of the library. "Frank West, photojournalist..." He said as he got his camera ready. "Um, Frank, please, I need to talk with you!" Twilight yelled out to him, following behind.

Frank walked through the door in front of him, looking around, he saw a balcony, slightly jogging to it, he saw the outside world.

He'd seen this happen multiple times, yet, he couldn't help but always feel shocked. Such a peaceful town, crawling with the undead, smoke rising from fires, blood in the walls, on the floor, everywhere. With a small unintentional gulp, he raised his camera and started taking pictures.

"Frank, please!" Yelled Twilight as she appeared next to him. "I need your help!"

Deciding he had enough pictures for now, Frank lowered his camera and turned to Twilight. "Alright, I'm all ears, what do you need? You want me to help you figure out what happened? You need someone to take pictures? Someone to help find survivors?" He asked.

Twilight sighed in relief that he was willing to help, but a little confused at how he was taking this so easily. "Yes, we need your help, when I was in your world, I saw how it also had this problem, and how you were the first to survive during the Willamette incident."

Frank hmm'ed as he looked at the town again. "Alright, tell me what you know..." He started taking pictures again, this time at cities far in the distance.

That's when Twilight just dawned on something, she had no clue how this mess all started. "Oh... um, well, you see, I have no idea how this came to be." She looked at the ground in shame, how could she do that? Just go to the closest option, bring some person from another world, heck, maybe even the zombies here are different from his world.

She turned to see a possibly irritated Frank, but only found him starring into the distance, his hand in his chin. "Well, let's start with basics, this has never happened before, am I right?"

Twilight went wide eyed before regaining her composure. "Uh, yes, this has never happened before, ever since this morning, there were reports of riots in various cities, and by noon, there were these things everywhere!" The alicorn exclaimed 'Things' as she pointed at the limping zombies in the streets.

Frank stayed quiet, thinking, until he raised his head, an imaginary light bulb appearing over his head. "Ok, do you have any idea where this all started? The first city that reported the so called 'riots'?"

Crossing her arms across her chest, Twilight started to think where she heard it started, but nothing came up, by the time she started investigating, her neighbor was already trying to have her for lunch. Curses... wait, maybe town hall had some information, reports from all over Equestria circulate through there to keep the city up to date! But there was one problem.

"Grahhh..."

It was filled with zombies.

Turning towards Frank, Twilight nodded her head. "Yes, in Town Hall but-" Again, the alicorn was cut off as she saw Frank get up on the edge of the wooden balcony, and was about to ask, no, yell what was he doing, when suddenly, he jumped off!

Landing on top of a zombie, Frank used his left foot to crush it's head on the ground, a sick crunch and splat was heard. Going wide eyed, she looked off the edge of the balcony, suddenly everyone inside looked as well from the balcony.

Grabbing a nearby mailbox, Frank looked around, zombies starting to surround him ready to feast on his flesh. And he loved it, the rush, the adrenaline, he missed this feeling, although he would never admit it. Smiling he raised his camera and readied his makeshift weapon.

"Frank West is back in the game..." He muttered, soon, blood and pieces of heads started flying around.

Everyone in the balcony just stared in awe even the less strong willed ones turned away as the photo journalist dispatched of the undead, with swings of the mailbox and kicks. Twilight had managed to see how some people killed zombies in her visit to earth, in that program, but none of them were as fast as Frank, even if they had weapons made for killing zombies, he was doing it with a mailbox, and taking pictures while doing it.

"This guy is unbelievable..." Muttered Rainbow Dash.

Turning towards her friend, Twilight thought the same thing, even if Frank couldn't help with finding out what happened, he could surely help to survive.

And before they knew it, the group of zombies around the treehouse was gone, only a bloodied photojournalist standing there, checking his camera. "Fantastic!" He said out loud.

Twilight started smiling, there was hope now, hope that she could now be able to fix this problem.

"Gahh!"

But that all went crashing down when a presumably dead zombie sprang to life and latched onto Frank, and took a bite.