WingZ

by Thunder-Dasher

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Adventure, Dark
Length: 1560

Join me on my adventures as I try to live as a small pegasus in a zombie infested world.

The world is overrun by zombies.
I'm a purple pegasus pony.

Well… time to kick some undead ass.

Journal style story inspired by "The Walking Dead" and The Last Pony on Earth written by Starscribe

Unlike Starscribe's story, this one won't always have daily updates.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-30 05:31:54 UTC

Day one

05/29/2015

Alright, so I woke up this morning in a hospital after having had surgery yesterday for a broken leg. No, not too strange, except that I woke up in a body that isn't mine. Ever hear of a TV show called "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic"? If not, look it up if you can. I am now a pegasus pony like from the show. I have a purple coat, a mane and tail that is two shades of blue, emerald green eyes, and my cutie mark (otherwise known as a butt tattoo) is a Celtic knot in the form of a two-tone silver/pink heart. I am also a mare, which is really strange cause I'm so used to being a guy instead. I have also decided that since I am this pony, I should take on her name "Amethyst Skies".

That's enough about me, I suppose you want to start hearing about my adventures now. I started the day off, after discovering that I had become a pegasus, by calling for help. I pressed the button by my bed and waited for what felt like hours before realizing that nobody was coming. I tried a couple more times before I had to accept that nobody was coming to help. I was going to file a complaint about that before I realized what was really going on... but more on that in a little bit.

I figured out pretty quickly that not only had I become a pegasus pony, but my broken leg is completely healed up now. Yea, I thought it was weird at first, but pushed that to the back of my mind because I was glad I wouldn't have to be in that damn hospital any longer. I rolled out of bed and, severely misjudging my size, hit the floor pretty hard. You'd also think that walking on four legs instead of two would be easy, but it's rather difficult. It took about an hour before I could walk from my bed to the door without falling on my face. Kind of odd, but I was extremely proud when I did that successfully for the first time.

Being roughly three feet from head to toe hoof (and having hooves instead of hands) is a severe disadvantage when it comes to opening non-Equestria doors. Equestria is the kingdom of ponies by the way. Anyway, it took me close to thirty minutes of trying and failing before I finally decided to learn how wings work. Extending wings is one thing, flapping them is slightly difficult but not too bad, lifting off the ground is a challenge all it's own. No matter how hard or fast I flapped my wings, I couldn't get off the ground even a little bit. Perhaps I need to eat before flying, because I was sort of hungry at the time. In case you're wondering: No, I still don't know how to fly.

I'd almost given up on getting out of the room when I saw a chair near my bed. How I hadn't seen that chair till then, I will never know. I pushed it over to the door and climbed upon it. I could finally reach the door handle, but there was another problem. Like an idiot, I had placed the chair in FRONT of the door. I facepalmed facehooved after taking notice of my blunder... by the way, hooves hurt if you didn't know that already. After pushing the chair to the side, I climbed back on and actually opened the door.

Upon entering the hallway, my nose was assaulted by the horrible stench of decay. Something died and it was obvious nobody had cleaned it up yet. I would soon find the source, and why nobody had bothered to clean up the source. As I walked, I heard a strange moaning noise. It didn't sound like somebody was hurt, more like they were trying to speak. As I rounded the corner, I saw the source of the moaning, and it scared the shit out of me. What I saw was a person with half their face gone, one arm with only three fleshy fingers (the other two were bones), a foot that had been twisted a hundred and eighty degrees, very little hair... ok, it was a zombie. It didn't seem to notice me as I managed to get away and it didn't even bother to give chase. That walk down to the other end of the hallway was the longest walk I've ever taken.

Where there's one zombie, there's bound to be a hundred or so more nearby. That in mind, I used every single bit of stealth in my body to get downstairs and through the lobby to get outside. It's not easy to be stealthy with hooves by the way. I really didn't want to test my luck with running when it took nearly an hour to walk properly, so I had to move extremely slowly to keep my noise to an absolute minimum. Once out of the hospital, I was in the clear for a little while. Decided to take a look around, see if I could find anything useful that a pony can use. Figures the first car I'd look in would have a really fucking loud alarm. In hindsight, maybe trying to loot cars wasn't a great idea anyway. The only reason I got into the car I did was because I saw a nice kukri that I wanted.

Kukri in hand muzzle (learning to use equine terms is not that easy, believe it not), I moved rather quickly away from the car as the alarmed blared on. The only thing I could be grateful for was that the alarm kept the zombies' attention away from me as I escaped unharmed. The first place I saw is where I've decided to spend the night: the local Walmart. I had to take out a couple of zombies to make it safe-ish, but being eye level with a zombie's waist is a great advantage, so killing the zombies in here was easy enough.

Anyway, I'll be keeping a journal of my survival for anyone who happens across it after I'm dead (I don't really expect to survive the zombie apocalypse). If you do find this, I hope it'll help you.

Day two

05/30/2015

I survived the night well enough. I had a most unusual breakfast this morning: salad. When I was human, I was mostly carnivorous, but since ponies can't eat meat... yea. Anyway, it did manage to surprise me just how good a bunch of various green things could taste. I took a good bit of time after breakfast this morning to look for anything to help me carry supplies. My first thought drifted to saddlebags, but then I remembered that I'm not in Equestria, so I wasn't going to find any. The next best thing was a backpack, and it works... kind of. It likes to slide around a LOT, but it's the best I've got for now.

After loading up everything I could fit into my new backpack, I left the Walmart to find a better place to stay. Did I mention how not fun it is to carry a knife in your mouth non-stop? Well, I couldn't find a sheath for my kukri, so that's the only way I could carry it. At least I wouldn't have to deal with unsheathing it if I ever got into trouble. Oh, and no zombie contact today... somehow. If you were expecting that, then too bad because I am not going to look for them just to tell you about fighting them.

I did manage to find a safe enough home not long after leaving Walmart. It's an old colonial style home with plenty of easily defensible positions should somebody, somepony (for all I know, I'm not the only one who turned into a pony), or some zombie comes in uninvited. If I ever figure out a good way to use a rifle, the upstairs has plenty of really good sniper spots. In addition, the people who lived here were gardeners. I may not have a green thumb hoof, but I can probably find plenty of books on the subject to help me learn.

It would seem as though the previous residents were true candle lovers. I have yet to find a room without at least five candles of various shapes and sizes. At the very least, I'll have plenty of light for days. Also, in order to light up the house safely, I covered ALL the windows with thick sheets, comforters I think they're called. To do that, however, I had to learn how to fly. It wasn't as hard as I made it out to be yesterday. I just simply had to leap and flap my wings to actually produce lift.

I created Amethyst Skies for another story I was going to write before all this. I had decided to give her a disability that made it impossible for her to hover. As such, she was also unable to take off while standing still. I don't exactly remember why I made her that way, but I do kind of regret it.

Anyway, not much of an entry today, but nothing particularly exciting happened today. Hopefully tomorrow will be different.