"Wake up!"

You feel a shaking sensation

"Come on wake up!"

The voice spoke again, the voice was one that was feminine, although the voice was hushed, it sounded frantic and panicked, trying to be a yell, but kept the sound low which made it a whisper. You start to wake up. Your face is down in the earth beneath you, your hands splayed out at your sides, and your whole body hurt. You groan in pain as you use your hands to push your self up from the hard ground. Your head throbs in pain. As you get to your feet you notice the sun is setting. 'How long was I out?' You think to yourself. Your bag was next to you some of its contents strewn about mostly just first aid.

"I know your not suppose to move much after being banged up as badly as you were but we have to get out of here quickly!"

You look around at first and don't see anyone.

"Huh? Who said that?" You ask aloud searching for someone.

"Down here. I'm trying to save your life here. Now let's get a move on."

You look down to see a dark yellowish coated miniature horse with a pith hat upon its head, it had a spectrum of gray for a mane and tail, magenta eye color and what looked like a whip on its bags which were thrown across its back. You noticed that it also had wings, and a compass like mark upon its flanks. You didn't question if you were imagining it to be there, or if it was real. You put all of your supplies back into the bag.

*Common backpack acquired: can hold 25 more pounds of equipment comfortably.*

You grab your Colt .45 1911A1 pistol from the ground.

*.45 pistol acquired: your ol faithful you have put more money into this than anything, you love this thing more than your parents, almost everything about this pistol was brought because you just had to have it. The grip had your name engraved along the spine, the stupid extended magazine cartridges which now allow it to hold thirteen bullets, twelve in the magazine and one in the chamber, the red dot sight which was a must have because 'its so cool', and let's not forget the ridiculously expensive silencer you just had to have.*

You also grab the three boxes of ammo that were on the floor.

*x2 boxes of 45 ACP; x50 bullets per box.*

*x1 box of 12 g shells; 20 shells per box.*

You cock back your 1911 to see if there is a round in the chamber, but the magazine is spent. You eject the empty magazine and pull out one of the 45 ACP ammo boxes and start to reload the magazine, unsure if you have any loaded mags in your bag. The miniature winged horse looks at you while you load the cartridge with thirteen bullets. You insert the mag in and the slide slams forward loading the first bullet in the chamber. You flick your thumb and switch the safety on so you can safely holster the weapon on your hip holster so you can throw your bag on and head out. You groan in pain again as you shoulder the damaged bag upon your back. You were in so much pain, you only remember running from your run down shack because of a few gunshots and loud screams, then you woke up when this, winged creature woke you up. You knew that ponies and humans lived in peace, but you never really got to know one because of the outbreak. The winged horse has a look of concern as you try to walk and hears you grunt in pain, more than likely you just sprained your ankle but nothing that time wouldn't heal.

"Can you walk fine on your own?"

The horse asked. You let your companion know that you will be fine, the horse let out a relaxing sigh.

"Okay. So we need to get out of these woods, and fast. There are a bunch of walkers about five kilometers to the east from where I was, and I'm sure that with you bleeding they might be getting closer as we speak. I did my best to clean and bandage the wounds as best as I could, but with you not being a pony I really am not sure how durable you are, or how quickly you could recover without the help of magic. Let's head north out of these woods so we can get to the nearest town, they have a doctor or two there, and just might be willing to help us."

"Why should I go anywhere with you?"

Your voice filled with suspicion.

"How do I know that you won't just lead me into a trap and kill me?"

"Ugh! If I wanted you dead you wouldn't be alive right now. I would have left you for dead, probably would have made some loud noise to attract the zombies to finish you off while I took your bag full of supplies, and got to the town with little to no problem. So as for your stupid little accusation no I am not trying to kill you I am trying to save you, why can't you just accept that?"

"Fine lead the way." You reply.

The two of you creep through the heavily wooded area avoiding small boobietraps. You try to move as stealthily as you could, avoiding branches on the ground when possible and keeping your 1911 equipped with the silencer because of the noise reduction it provided. You might be able to take a few pot shots at some zombies and not be heard as long as they weren't within a hundred feet of you. Not bothering to get to know the name of your new 'companion' you and the winged being kept on moving. Your companion was much quieter than you because it could actually fly, it hovered about eye level with you so you two could communicate with one another, but it was silent between you two. You held up your hand with a clenched fist to communicate a 'stop' signal for your companion. As you two stopped you listened, a rustling sound came from a nearby bush. You let your companion know that you wanted to know what it was and asked if they would like to check it out.

"What? No! We don't have time for that we need you to get to the town and get real medical attention, for all we know its another walker in the middle of feeding, and we don't need that kind of attention right now."

You sigh and tell them that you'll check it instead. As you reddied your pistol you felt your heart racing, your hand shaking slightly. You had to know if it was a zombie or this was just some elaborate joke that your mind was playing on you and you were dreaming. As you draw closer to the bush the rustling ceases. You Can only hear your heart beating, you use your less dominant hand to brush aside the shrubbery to see what is on the other side. You feel time slow to a crawl and you feel your stomach drop like if you were on a roller coaster about to take its first nosedive, and felt your veins go icy. As you move the bush from your sight to see on the other side your nostrils are assaulted with a very pungent smell of rotting meat. You couldn't tell if your companion was correct or you just stumbled upon someone eating some really rotten food, but you did see the body of what looked like it would be a pony, much like your companion. The only difference there was a horn upon its head and you couldn't see if it had wings because of the human hunched over the midsection. You weren't sure if you should shoot, walk away, or see if the person was just in dire need of food. All reason went right out the window as you called out to the person eating the pony. The being picked up its head and turned to look at you, and the image on the persons face was horrifying. Days old dry blood which looked to be caked and blackened around the eyes of the person, fresh pony blood dripping from the mouth, a hole in the left cheek which allowed you to see the rotting jagged teeth inside their mouth. There was no other explanation this person had turned into a zombie, just as your companion had said, and you just disturbed its meal. It got up and started limping towards you, the sickly sound of blood escaping open wounds unseen was getting to you. You freeze for a moment, but soon take a few steps back as the zombie moises its way through the shrub. The smell, and horror finally catch up to you and your brain sends a message to your stomach stating that you must empty all contents from inside your stomach, and allow them to be free. You lean over onto a tree nearby and let loose all the contents of your stomach, it burned and left the awful taste of bile in your mouth. After emptying your stomach onto the ground you wipe your mouth with your shirt and ready your pistol once more this time with the intent to kill. You line up a head shot, not too difficult with the distance between you and the zombie only being about ten feet, and you squeeze your trigger finger three times. As the hammer, and slide activated three times the being before you crumpled into a lifeless heap of limbs, or a truly lifeless heap of decaying limbs. You looked over your shoulder and saw your companion with a worried look upon their face, as they are frantically looking around.

"You idiot!" Your companion exclaims. A forelimb came across your face as your winged companion continue uses to show panic.

"You could have alerted every zombie within a nine kilometer radius, or worse you could have been bitten and you'd have turned too. I can't have that I've already had to kill another pony because they acted as irrational as you just now!"

You tell your winged friend that you were sorry but you needed the confirmation that she was indeed telling the truth about the situation.

"Its fine, I'm sorry I hit you too, its just this isn't the type of adventure I am use to. Ponies don't normally die when I am looking for artifacts, the worst they get hurt and retreat not die in place to rot."

Your companion took a breath to calm down a bit.

"By the way the name is Do, Daring Do, I'm a mare who loves adventure, but since this virus spread throughout the world I haven't been contracted for any ancient artifacts to be found and brought back to a museum."

You told Daring your name and what you liked to do before the virus outbreak happened. Its been nearly two years since the first infected was dealt with at the beginning of the outbreak, and with your luck it had to be in your town. So you did the only logical thing one could do. Purchase some "insurance" and try to start working on your survival skills. You always knew that a zombie apocalypse would happen you just didn't think that it would happen so soon. The 1911 you bought was actually bought without your parents knowledge. You knew some people who could cut you a deal had you bought accessories along with it.

As the two of you traded stories along with trying to stay silent you passed a lot of time. The moon was already high in the sky, it was probably around midnight. Daring tried to stifle a yawn with her forehoof.

"Alright we are only about another ten to fifteen minute walk from the place I was telling you about."

You saw a giant sign that had "Stable Township" crudely written on an empty billboard. As the two of you were with in a few hundred yards a loud booming voice came from speakers upon poles around the town.

"Stop! If you move any further we will be forced to shoot."

You and your companion obeyed the voice.

"Are you clean? As in not infected. Meaning no bite marks or any direct contact with an infected. If your answer is yes make a circle with your arms above your head, if you have been bitten but its fresh make an 'x' with your arms and we shall treat you properly to try and exterminate the virus from your body."

You make a circle above your head with your arms and Daring follows suit with her hooves.

"Okay. We are opening the gate now, approach slowly any sporadic movements will be taken as a threat."

We moved slowly towards the door and were soon let inside, we explained how Daring found me out in the woods and how we both needed a place to sleep for the night.

"Well we don't rightly 'ave extra beds to sleep on but we got rolls, an' we do 'ave the space if 'n y'all willin' tah sleep on the floor for the night."

A southern sounding pony stated, she was orangish with a blond mane, her face matted with freckles, and her eyes were a deep emerald color. She too had a mark upon her flanks but hers was different than Daring's mark, hers was of three apples. Daring and I agreed to the terms and both unraveled our bed rolls, and soon you drifted off to sleep, hopefully tomorrow will bring some answers as to what the hell is going on here.

Author's Note

Well this was something that just popped into my mind yesterday and I just wrote it, I do like how most of it came out, and hope you do too. I will take suggestions from the comments to put into the story if I like the premises. This is kind of like the "if life was a game" as well as a "survival horror" if there is any constructive criticism either pm me or post it in the comments, as well as any typos, I don't have a proof reader so its just me looking over for errors. Thanks for reading.

I want to make this story interesting so I am going to do something I have never done and have a voting system on what I should make the next chapter about here are the choices for the next chapter, after the choices are exhausted I'll figure out what to do next:
Decoy duty
Medicine run
Fuel run
Food supply run
Tech supply run
Ammo run or
Entertainment run