6 months after the world ended, I was finally happy with where my life was. I was alive, armed, and on my way to becoming a scout for the scavengers. Then, things took a turn for the worst. The life I had spent so long building was taken away from me. Me, my family, my friends, all forced to survive in the wilds. To brave the undead nightmare that was now Equestria. There are no heros in equestria. No saviours. Only survivors. Or so I had though. Little did I know, behind the scenes, I was being guided. Pushed towards my goal, my destiny. I was born to pick up the pieces of the past, and put it back together. To follow the teachings of the 6 bares of the elements of harmony to bring about a new age for all. Or die trying. This is my story. The legacy I leave behind.

I'm getting back into writing fanfiction. However, before continuing this story, I hope to go over and improve the quality of my work (And refresh my memory on everything that's happened. I'm happy to be back)

☠☠☠ Warning- This is a zombie story. That means there will be gore and death. If you are sensitive to such things then please don't read it. If your not, great! ☠☠☠

(possible spoilers in comments)