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I was sitting on top of the apartment and just staring up at the sky. And by sky I mean the giant magical dome stretching across the city that prevents any unwanted outward or inward traffic. I wasn't even paying attention to the chaos spanning the city streets below, it was pointless to try killing all of the infected now. The virus has spread much too rapidly in much too short of a timeframe, and so I only had two goals at this point in time.

The first goal was to brutally murder the Supreme Hunter, consume him while he is still alive, and make sure Color was safe. Simple, direct, and the top priority. My second goal is to pull off a Heller when I defeat the big baddy. And by that I mean pulling out a big ass devastator and kill off the virus in the city. If I manage to do both I could minimize the loss of the city to approximately forty or fifty percent, much less if I can kill the Supreme Hunter before the end of the day.

One small part of me was actually morbidly impressed at how quickly this city went to hell. Another part wondered how the Supreme Hunter even managed to get such a large army of walkers, or even the bodies, underground without any pony noticing. But none of that mattered now, the only thing that did was the end of this little nightmare. I pulled out a pocket watch I found inside Grassy's nightstand and checked the time.

11:50

I sighed and stood back up on the ledge. My hot, unbridled rage last night was finally worn down to a cold fury. With no further thought I formed my wings and took flight at a pace that would get me there in about eight minutes. The hellish city landscape sped by me as I flew towards Trotfeller Station. My route there was flooded with the infected, not a single soul to be found. Gritting my teeth I shook my head to clear it for the upcoming fight.

I arrived at the station and I pulled out my pocket watch, waiting for the exact moment the hands reached noon. The seconds ticked by as I watched the watch. Eventually it reached noon and I put the watch away. Retracting my wings I fell down a few stories and landed at one of the entrances to Trotfeller Station. Getting up from my crouch I descended the steps and entered the station, I looked around for any sign of Color.

I was about to scream for the Supreme Hunter to come out until I heard a noise from one of the tunnels. I looked in that direction and saw a regular Hunter staring at me, it growled an took off down the tunnel.

"I guess that's my cue." I thought and gave chase.

While sprinting down the ruined tunnel I couldn't help but notice the growths. Pods and other basic viral decorations lined the subway system. I suppose that would be why and how the infection has spread in such a wide area. But I was sure that it took much longer than this to get enough walkers to spread further. That begs just one question.

Why is the virus so much more infectious now?

My train of though ended when I spotted what was likely the meeting spot. The wide array of various infection helped confirm. Skidding to a halt I stood fearlessly in front of a few hundred infected. Not even giving them the time of day I scanned the area for Color, silence was the only sound that could be heard.

"You won't find her here just yet. That would be too easy of a game." a voice spoke out from the eery quiet.

I looked in the direction the voice came from and there stood a lone guards pony. I wasn't fooled by the guise though, I knew this was the Supreme Hunter in the flesh.

"Humph, finally appearing before me and you don't have the courtesy to at least show me your real face? What? Too ugly? Too bad you got the bad viral strain isn't it?" I sneered at the Supreme hunter.

It merely shook its head at me, all the while donning a condescending smirk. "Your taunts will not bait me, besides what use will looks give me? And what good would they do to you? You will die soon enough anyway."

This guy was pissing me off and my patience was already running thin. "Enough with the talk. Where is Color?!" I shouted the last sentence with a deep growl. My hands clenched and a few arm tendrils squirmed wildly about, all the while staring down the Supreme Hunter.

"No need for yelling. And don't worry, your 'daughter' is safe. For now. Locked up just passed those stairs in fact." He waved a hoof behind himself indicating the mentioned stairs. "Of course in order to get to her you need to get passed all of this." This time he waved to the infected. "And any other... surprises, I might have in store for you." He smiled at that.

The Supreme Asshole turned around and walked back to the stairs. At the foot of them he stopped and turned his head to me, "Don't take too long now, because every second you waste is another second that your dear Color might become... infected." He turned back to the stairs and started walking up them.

"If she is so much as scratched when I get her there will be nothing in Hell worse than what I will do to you! DO YOU HEAR ME?! NOTHING!"

The asshole disappeared from my sight without so much as a glance back to acknowledge my statement. Frustrated I turned my head to the other infected and snorted in contempt. I needed to clear my head of all this pent up rage before rescuing Color. It would not do to have her see me like this.

Activating my claws I entered a standoff, the horde of infected and I just looking at each other, waiting for one to make the next move. Deciding to abandon all strategy I slammed a foot down in front of me and shot myself forward with a bit of a leap, my clawed arms cocked back. The horde took this as their signal and charged back.

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I sliced my way through the first infected with no problem. Swing after swing, slicing, dicing, the infected fell by the dozens. I did a quick Link styled spin to clear a small area and turned my arms into whipfists. With newfound reach I decided that I needed to get rid of these things and save Color, I didn't have time to play around. I did a quick spin and extended my arms wide, easily killing many of the weak grunts. A few more sweeps and the room was cleared of all the infected but me and the debris and dust clouds from slamming my arms down.

"Humph. Did that bastard really think these grunts could hold me off?" Just as I finished that sentence I heard deep growls come from behind me. I groaned, "Ugh, did I really need to jinx myself? I need to learn to not taunt Murphy."

I spun around, changing my right arm to the blade and my left to magic. I decided to do a power I hadn't used yet as well, armor. Tendrils swirled around my body and my biomass hardened into the black armor. I was curious at how well it would protect me, and I wanted to look and feel cool.

The first hunter came charging from the shadows, leaping at me. I decided to test my durability by letting it hit me. I braced myself and felt the force of the hunter hit me, I stopped it dead in its tracks with little to no effort. It tried clawing me but that did nothing against the armor, it probably won't work on multiple hunters. Or it might, I'm not part of a game so I could be far legitimally superior to a hunter and not have any game mechanics blocking me from my full potential. After all Prototype isn't like Saints Row 3 where you can upgrade yourself to godhood, they wanted to keep it challenging at some sort of level. Perhaps now that this is real life I have this superficial godhood against grunts, it would explain why killing a hunter is so pathetically easy now.

I guess I only have to worry about bosses now, or what would constitute as a boss. I casually stuck my blade into the abdomen of the hunter and consumed it halfheartedly. I was never fond of becoming this overpowered in video games, it sucked all the fun out of it. Of course I shouldn't complain really, this keeps me from dying, and I don't like dying. I glanced back to the tunnels and saw three more hunters coming my way.

I caught one more in my magic and did an uppercut with my blade on another when it got too close. I yanked the one in my magic towards me, impaling it head to ass, like a spit roast, on my blade. I pointed my magic arm at the last and charged up my magic. This time instead of telekinesis I tried firing a rather large bolt of magic, and despite the seriousness of the situation I couldn't hold back a smile when I realized I shot a laser out of my hand. It ripped through the head of the hunter like a Zabuza Sword through rice paper.

The room got quiet and I figured there were no more. As I turned around to head to the stairs I heard another growl. I turned back towards it and blinked when I looked at this absurdity.

It was a normal hunter... but it was purple.

"I don't...." I didn't even bother finishing that sentence. I raised my magic arm and fired the biggest laser I had. The hunter was struck and knocked back, but it wasn't damaged much.

This just got interesting, I turned to face this new foe with my full attention. And that was when its friends joined the party. Five more leaped and sprinted over debris as they charged me. I put away my magic arm, it was useless here apparently, and focused on my new objectives. Getting that magic resistance DNA. I jumped to the left and grabbed the nearest hunter by the throat. Cutting it in half and consuming it at the same time. I activated muscle mass and grabbed the arm of a hunter as it tried to swipe at me with its claws. Ripping it off, tendrils shot from my body and sucked both parts of the hunter into me.

It was at that time one of them hit me in the back, it seems that these new hunters are more powerful than their color scheme makes them out to be. That attack actually hurt me a bit through my armor. I stumbled from the sneak attack but quickly retaliated with a back hand. Grabbing the body before it flew away and slamming it on the ground before consuming it. The final three charged me at the same time.

I activated my blade and waited for the right time to strike. Events started to move in slow motion and I watched as the claws got ever closer. When the new hunters finally got within easy reach, I swung. My blade went through the first hunter and traveled to its brethren. When the pieces of the final hunters fell to the ground, my tendrils shot out and dragged them to my body. It took a little more time than usual because of the quantity.

With this finally finished I ran to the stairs and activated thermal vision. I looked in every direction but did not even see a single heat signature. I was justifiably worried now but I calmed myself. Color could just be in an area where thermal can't see through, like how Superman can't see through lead. It wasn't much, but it was all I had at the moment. So I decided to go through the normal way of searching a building.

By busting down every single door in this damnable place.

"This fucking guy couldn't even give me the courtesy of telling me which fucking room she was in?!" I cursed when I destroyed the twentieth door in a row with a kick.

After breaking everything on the first floor and a half my search was finally rewarded with progress.

But it was not the progress I could have wanted...

Author's Note

Sorry this took so long. I was busy writing a crossover with FrostTheWolf on my other story, "Wub Me or Hate Me"

But what a cliffhanger eh?