My Little Zombie: The Virus is Magic

"Bloody Hell..."

Scratch wasn't scared, he wasn't angry, or much of anything really. It was as if the scene in front of him forced him to cut all emotional ties at once.

The scene of which made him emotionally reboot, was this: Blood was spattered all over the ground, as well as bits and pieces of skin, belonging to their completely dead owners. A ring of ponies...no...a ring of those, creatures were surounding what seemed to be some royal guards, only recognized by their flashing armor.

Storm Scratch heard a cry of pain as another pony fell, but when a few of the creatures leaned down to eat at it, the sight made Scratch freeze even more so. There was Fluttershy, tears streaming down her face as she hit one over the head with a frying pan, blood covering a majority of her coat. Rainbow Dash, her expression unreadable, bucking wildly at a nearby one, caving in it's face, earning her coat a new spot of blood.

Applejack, who swung her lasso around one of their heads, then jerked, ripping it off, and surprisingly almost spotless. Well, besides her hind legs. Rarity was nowhere to be found, nor was Spike. Princess Twilight, who was currently casting a spell, which made one of the creatures get crushed into a ball, and was surrounded by her guard, which only numbered few now, all covered in a majority of blood guts and Celestia knows what else. Then...there was Pinkie Pie...her normally poofy mane and tail were straight, she held a meat cleaver in her mouth by the hilt, as well a small frightened look in her eyes, yet an everlasting scowl on her face, and she was covered in blood...hind legs, tail..all of her.

Pinkie slashed a creature as it reared up, and sliced it's stomach open,  spilling it's intestines out all over the ground, then jumping up and slashing down, cutting the face deeply, seemingly killing it as it dropped to the ground. With that, the creatures that had been feasting, looked up, blocking the view once more as they advanced.

Scratch heard multiple growling noises behind him, and when he turned, he was met by two familiar stallions who had chased him, looking as gross as ever. He swooped down and gripped the rolling pin in his mouth, swinging at the first stallion brave enough to charge...there was a cracking sound that echoed around the area, only unable to be heard by the surrounded ponies due to the growling and moaning.

The stallion stared at Scratch, unresponsive as blood trickled down it's forehead...then collapsed, skull splitting open. Now, the second stallion took the distraction and charged, glancing the live earth pony's flank when it dodged, but it was still enough to send him reeling. As the creature charged again, Storm Scratch swung down and, just like that, the rolling pin shattered over it's head, the recoil sending Scratch and the stallion earth pony back.

As Scratch shook off the pain in his hoof, he limped away quickly, into a nearby house, that wasn't as dark as the others. When he entered, Scratch immediately entered the kitchen, which had no second exit except a window, searching for a weapon, even though he heard the stallion shuffling behind him.

Something shiny caught the earth pony's eye as he quickly grabbed it in his mouth, gripping for dear life, and turned around. What the shiny thing was, was a long butcher knife, about 13 inches long, and very sharp. The stallion was face-to-face with him, and snarling, which surprised Scratch so much, he reeled back as he swung, only grazing it's nose, which, in turn, made it angrier. So, he swung again, dispatching of it's head swiftly.

"Alright, mental note. Rolling pins: *bad. Long, sharp knives, **good.*" The earth pony thought to himself quickly as he galloped out the door, heading for the ring of ponies.

As he approached Scratch saw multiple more creatures, which he now dubbed Zomponies, coming out of little alleyways, and dispatched of them quickly so he could make his way to the ring. Then, with a mighty heave, Storm Scratch launched himself over the ring and landed in front of the survivors, making most of them jump. Rainbow's jaw was open in shock as she bucked another zompony in the face.

Scratch simply ceased to see anything around him, and it was as if everything was in slow motion. He slashed into one, killing it then swung at another, just barley reaching enough to kill, as he bucked a different one. Sure, the other ponies were dispatching them, but not very fast, as Scratch, fueled by a cease to care, tore into them.

During the fight, the earth pony caught a glimpse of the pony DJ, but didn't care. Scratch stopped only when the zomponies were dead, then turned back to the other ponies, who leaned back at his appearance.

"Has anyone else been bit or scratched?" He asked frantically.

After a quick run over, the survivors proved fine and Scratch sighed, but tensed once more, when he heard a familiar voice.

"You alright, sugarcube?" Applejack asked, a concerned face just barely hidden.

"Yes, why wouldn't i be?" The exhausted earth pony replied.

"Er...this is why." Rainbow Dash spoke up, pointing at a window nearby.

Scratch got up, leaving the knife behind, as he checked his appearance...he gasped.

Put simply, he looked horrible. His short mane was disheveled, matted with blood, as well as his coat. The earth pony's pupils were shrunk to pinpoints, and he had a few cuts and bruises on him. Not to mention, his Cutie Mark, which was a question mark, was almost covered in dry blood. He rubbed his shoulder where a slight green tint was, then turned back to them and laughed.

"Wow, i look horrible." He laughed, a bit mildly, but nonetheless, laughing. "So, why were you all here?"

Twilight stepped forward. "We are here to find some kind of clue to of what this is. So, we arrived here at said hospital, and got surrounded." She said, with a blank face.

"Alright, well i'll help." Scratch said, not wishing to be question, as he picked up the knife in his mouth.

Twilight nodded. "Thank you. Now, why don't you take Applejack and Vinyl Scratch, and hurry."

All three nodded, and went in without question.

~~***~~

A shape moved in a nearby window, anxiously, inside the hospital. The living were coming, and soon, it would be time to feast...