An Equestria in Red

You wake up from what seemed to be a very long unnatural sleep. You look around and notice you’re back in your apartment. “Dawn!” you scream, making your side feel like it was being torn apart. You look over your body and see bandages around your midsection. What happened to me? You get up from the table, your joints popping from the lack of movement over the long period of time. You hobble to your bedroom and look inside. “Dawn?” nothing. Then a flood of memories come back to you. You hearing the news then rushing outside for supplies with Dawn, getting injured somehow.

You walk back out to the living room and notice that there is a half-empty bottle of vodka on the table. Deciding that it’s best to test your magic, you pick the bottle up in your levitation field, hovering it over to your mouth and taking a swig of the delicious alcohol. You open your door and look around. You take a step out and a huge green stallion comes running towards you. You slam the door shut as the stallion beats on it with his hooves. Oh shit, not good you think yo your self. You go over to your kitchen and look around. You find a kitchen knife and a broom.

You prop the wooden broom against the countertop and give it a good stomp, smashing  the head of the broom off leaving you with a wooden pole. You proceed to open the door as the stallion lunges in at you. You swing the pole as hard as you can with your levitation and the stallion stumbles, tumbling over and dropping to the ground. You jump on top of him with the kitchen knife in your white aura. You position the blade of the knife at his throat and quickly jerk the knife to the right, slitting the stallions throat. You jump back, feeling hollow. I just killed somepony! Sweet Celestia I just fucking KILLED somepony!  The stallion gets up and starts walking towards you. “Impossible!” you scream as you jump at him, stabbing him in the side of the head multiple times, trying to penetrate the skull.  “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” you bellow in rage as you keep stabbing him.

You get up off of the corpse, inhaling deeply, sides feeling like they have been cut open. You grab your saddlebag and put the knife and vodka inside of it. You walk out the door and into the hallway. Staring at the blood ridden walls, you continue towards the elevator. You press the down button, nothing. You groan as you trot over to the stairs. Slowly making your way down the steps. You step into the lobby and real at the corpses littering the floor.

Gagging, you make your way to the front door. You step outside and see the destroyed city of Manehattan. You can’t help but feel depressed as your hometown was turned into nothing more than a ruin. Walking down the main street you notice a small group of those things piled around a wagon. You hear grunts as you see a large black griffin chopping them down with its razor sharp talons. You levitate our your knife and start running towards the griffin. You sneak behind one and jam your knife into its eye, leaving it to fall onto the ground. You repeat this process a few more times until its just you and the griffin. “Thanks for that, I owe you one.” He says, “my name’s Kiate” the griffin states.

“I’m Grey Beat, nice to…meet y-” you slip into unconsciousness.

You wake up inside of a wagon and look around, spotting Kiate sitting in the corner. You notice it is around midnight.“Kiate” you say, startling the griffin.

“What happened out there man?” The bird says, worriedly, “I thought you were going to turn into one of the zompony things.”

“I-I just kind of blacked out.”

“What’s with the bandages?”

“I was out getting supplies from the market and I think I got shot.”

“You think you got shot?”

“Yeah, I felt a pain in my side then I fell and blacked out” you explain. “Speaking of which have you seen a green and orange mare anywhere around here?”

“No, I haven’t”

“Oh” you say gloomily

“What’s her name?”

“Dawn Clover”

“What happened?”

“Well like I said I got shot-” you hear a moan from outside the wagon door. You stop talking immediately, afraid to attract the undead to your resting position. You slowly look up and peek out a window, spotting endless hordes of zomponies. You whisper to the griffin, “we need to get out of here”

“I know man, just be calm”

“I’m trying to, just… we need to go”

“alright, here put these over your hooves” he says, passing you some strips of cloth, “these will dampen the noise your hooves makes against the concrete”. You strap the cloth to your hooves and gently step out of the wagon. You levitate out your knife while slowly walk towards an office building. A zompony emerges from the back of the wagon and starts to moan. Before it lets out even a single syllable you plunge the knife deep into its throat, severing its spinal column and gently laying the incapacitated zombie onto the ground, spearing it in the head. Why am I good at killing things? you think, startled. How did Manehattan come to this? you contemplate, a single tear sliding down your face.

You open the door to the office building, making your way inside. You notice the ominous silence that has cascaded over the area. “Try to get some sleep, we are going to need it tomorrow” you say, “look for anything that can be useful as well”

“um, Grey?”

“yes?” You look over to Kiate and see him extending his talon towards a cubical, noticing a scoped rifle in the doorway.

“do you think you got shot by a rifle?”

“oh shit.”