Author's Note

NOTICE! REQUESTING REPAIRS ( editor needed)
Well, with that out the way, GREETINGS!!! This is my first fic so if you will, all feedback is requested. Just don't try to make me cry. Because I won't. Real quick this is how the Siren and Titans looked - http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/deadfrontier/images/0/0a/Siren.png/revision/latest?cb=20130729200356 / http://media.moddb.com/images/mods/1/23/22628/Titan.png - again, first time submiting to this site, have NO idea how to input images in text and stuff. Next chapter will appear HOPEFULLY within 2-4 weeks. Seriously, just this prologue took a month. Again, thank you for your feedback ALSO REALLY QUICK! Cover art is of Disturb's The Guy and the zeds belong to Neil Yates and his MMORPG Dead Frontier. Check it out, it's free. Ghost gone.

Prologue: So It Begins. . .

Prologue

The sky was a dark gray with thunder clapping now and then. A wind blew empty cans and papers through a street filled with puddles, abandoned vehicles, and corpses in various stages of decay. The once living city of Fairview was now a dead zone, just as every other human settlement. The eerie stillness was broken by the sounds of footsteps echoing on the wet pavement as four men cautiously made their way through the street in diamond formation, clad in military gear and armed to the teeth with assault rifles, shotguns, pistols, and various blades and explosives.

"Hey Carl any movement?" the man in the lead whispered to the man to his right.
"Nothing, all's dead here." Carl, a sturdy young man in his early twenties, whispered back.
"Hey," the man in the back quietly laughed, "nice pun asshat." Carl shot the man a look before flipping him off.
"Yeah why don't you stick that up your pussy" The rear man quipped.
"I swear to God. . ." Carl sharply turned and made a swing with the butt of his SKS at the offender only for it to be caught mid-swing by the man in the left.
"Hvatit! Enough!" He hissed. The offender grinned at Carl with smugness written all over his face.
"And vat are you leffin et, ah?" The senior man glared at him, instantly swiping all the smugness from his face.
"If you two keep fighting ve vill all die. Do you understand!?!" The silence was only broken by the rustle of some fluttering papers and skidding tin cans. Carl looked at the offender for a few more seconds before closing his eyes and letting out an exasperated breath.
"Yeah. I understand. My bad." He slightly tugged on his gun, showing the old Russian he calmed down. The Russian let go of the rifle and flicked the backside of the offender's head.
"Hey what the hell man!?" The man hissed, grabbing his injured area.
"Thets for ecting like little sheet," The Russian answered in his thick accent,
"Now zatknis end pay attenshion."

The man in the lead silently shook his head and checked his wristwatch as he let the previous moments transpire.
"Hey chief ya alright?" Carl whispered to him.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's get a move on, we don't have much time left to get to the Stockade before nightfall, and we don't want another run with that again do we?" The listening three men slightly cringed at the unpleasant and terrifying memory, just the thought of it sent a chill down their spines. "Alright let's move."

The men continued their stealthy trek down the haunting street, jumping at every sudden loud bump a can would make.
"Hey fellas," the rear man grabbed everyone's attention,
"I don't like this one bit, I mean, it's been already like five whole minutes that we haven't seen a single zed." unease was clearly evident in his tone.
"It's ok Collin. I guess we can take this as a blessing of sorts." The leader said in a calming voice, hoping to ease the poor man up a bit.
"Yeah? Back at Dogg's the eggheads said some crap about some super-mutants that are highly territorial and the first signs are lack of zeds." The team stopped in their tracks and looked at Collin.
"Vhat?" The Russian was the first to speak. Collin glanced around before talking,
"Back at the Stockade I overheard some scouts being briefed by the eggheads about the new strand of infected. They referred to them as the 'Titan' and according to eyewitness reports the things are mutated to three sizes of a person and encased in massive bony armor with spikes and claws and enough strength to shred tank armor."

Every man looked at one another with tense expressions.
"Well if that's the case then we'll have to be even more quiet." The leader spoke. His comrades nodded in unison and continued their journey, this time aiming their guns at whatever made a sound. The team continued their stealth move until Carl suddenly broke the silence.
"John, zeds up ahead, two o' clock!" Carl addressed the leader. John, the leader of the group, was a tall well built man of 22 with medium length golden-brown hair, brown eyes and a stubble of a goatee, and taught history at a community college before the shit hit the fan.

The group dropped to a knee and aimed in the reported direction. Their sights landed on a small horde of infected, their clothes, mouths, and hands caked in blood.
"What we doin chief?" Collin anxiously bounced in place, his finger tapping the trigger.
"Not a sound, they'll most likely shuffle out of here, c'mon everyone behind that car now!" John ordered and they quickly crouch-walked behind a blue rape van with its side windows busted.
"Ok, Seriy do you see any covered paths we can take?" The Russian shuffled to the front of the van and peeked around, his gray eyes scanning for a safe passage. "Uhhh, blin, nothing yet."
"Shit." John took a quick glance around and sat back against the van, trying to figure out a way past the horde.
"Chiiief. . ." Collin's 'oh shit' tone broke him out of his mental state and he turned his head to look at Collin, noticing his left arm was pointed away from them. Following his arm John's heart dropped in his chest. Standing there, staring right at them was a Siren. Everyone froze in their spots, praying to Anyone out there for the inevitable to not happen.

The ear-splitting screech forced the men to grasp their ears and shake their heads to clear the dizziness. Once the ringing subsided their ears instantly picked up the sounds of rapidly approaching footsteps and the snarling of the hungry undead. "Incoming!" Carl yelled as they stood up, slinging their guns to the ready. No sooner had they done so the infected swarmed from around the car and the men simultaneously squeezed their triggers. The infected screeched and snarled as the bullets tore through their bodies, shredding the flesh in bloody splatters. As the last zombie hit the ground John quickly lowered his empty AK-12 and pulled out his Sig-Sauer and aimed it at the Siren, pumping out two bullets, each making it between each head's eyes. The heads lurched backwards and the Siren stood still for a second before falling back with a sick thud.

"Nice aiming there Chief." Collin praised. John holstered the pistol and reloaded his AK.
"Zhey hev heard us. Ve must move before more arrive." Seriy spoke as John cocked one in the chamber.
"Yeah let's move, c'mon no more stealth maneuvers." His companions nodded and they took off down the remainder of the street. Rounding a corner they noticed infected slowly emerging from a few surrounding buildings and looking right at them.
"Run 'n gun gentlemen!" John yelled and shot an upcoming zombie in the head. "Yeeeeaaaahhhh buddy!" Collin laughed and let loose streams of bullets into infected that stood in his way.

The men were halfway down the street before Carl called out,
"I'm empty!" Everyone stopped and faced their backs to him as he reloaded his rifle, holding off any incoming zeds. Suddenly a monstrous roar caused every man to curse in surprise.
"The fuck was that!?!" Collin yelled. No sooner did he, a sedan came flying from the air right at them.
"Holy sh-" before he could finish they all dove in different ways as the car crashed where they just were and skid down the road, crushing some infected and spitting sparks, glass, and loose debris everywhere.

John coughed and got up in a crouched position looking around. His men were seemingly uninjured and were getting up, shaking wet dirt off their jackets and gear.
"Chief you alright?" Carl asked as he picked up his SKS that fell from his grip. "Yomayo! Chto za chyort?!" Seriy said something in Russian as he checked his AA-12.
"Goddamn! Where the fuck did that shit come from?!" Collin cursed while adjusting his ammo belt. A second roar made the men jump and raise their weapons in its direction. Before anyone could say anything a massive monster leapt onto the roof of a city bus about 150 feet away, the thing's weight forcing some windows to shatter and the roof to cave in a bit. The thing was roughly three sizes a regular man and was encased in a bony red and white exoskeleton with spines protruding from its shoulders and elbows and huge claws on its hands.
"Oh my dear sweet Lord. . ." Carl said in a shocked voice.
"It's a Titan!" Yelled Collin and began shooting his LMG at the beast.

The Titan roared again before leaping into the air and onto some cars, crushing them completely and charged at the men, kicking cars out of its way like they were cardboard boxes.
There is no way we can take on that thing. John thought and yelled
"Fall back! Run!" and began sprinting away from the monster. Seriy and Carl wasted no time in following their leader while Collin continued to shoot at the oncoming nightmare. John looked over his shoulder and shouted,
"Collin you fuck get out of there!" Collin let loose a few more rounds before turning and taking off. John saw that the Titan was more than halfway to them and getting closer. Dear God we're gonna die he thought as he faced forward again. As the men ran down the street the Titan zeroed in on Collin and with a quick swipe lifted him off the ground and stopped.
"OH FUCK! HELP ME!!!" Collin's cries were answered by the men by stopping in their tracks and turning around. To their horror they saw the Titan holding him like a doll before swinging him around like an angry child.
"Take 'im down!" John raised his AK and took careful aim not to hurt the swinging man before shooting, hoping to hit the monster's head. The two men next to him quickly did the same.

The Titan raised its unoccupied arm to shield itself from the barrage of bullets and roared in agitation.
"Keep firing!" John ordered and began making his way towards the creature in a flanking maneuver. The Titan decided it had enough and let loose the mother of all roars, forcing the men's ears to vibrate painfully. Suddenly the Titan reared back the arm with Collin and before the men could react, threw him with the speed of a highway car. Collin screamed as his body sailed through the air and with a dull thud and crunch crashed into the ground behind the three men, rolling for a few meters before seizing all movement.

"Collin!" Carl yelled and ran to the downed man. He threw aside his gun and knelt beside the body, turning it around. Collin's eyes were shut and his face was bloody and bruised.
"Come on man you can't die right now, come on man! Clara is due any day now and you have to be there for her man, come on!" Carl took Collin's upper body in his lap and shook him.
"Augh . . . that shit was unpleasant." Collin coughed, his eyes remaining shut.
"Oh thank God!" Carl let out a relieved breath.
"Hey are you alright? Can you stand?" He asked, concern all over his face.
"I-I can't feel my right leg, I think it's fucked." Carl glanced to said limb and clenched his teeth. The leg was swollen and bent out at a wrong angle.
"It's ok bud we're gonna get you outta here." He assured his injured companion.

"Get 'im up and get to the Stockade! It's right down four blocks! You'll have to detour around the block though!" John shouted to Carl and sprayed more bullets at the beast. The Titan acted like an aggravated gorilla, snarling and beating it's chest.
"Aim for the ankles, it's veaker over dhere.!" Seriy called to John. John instantly brought the sights down lower and shot at the ankles with instant results. The Titan roared and stumbled to its knees, seemingly losing use of its legs. John took the beast's handicapping as a time to shoot a glance back at the men.
"Dammit Carl can he walk or what?!" Carl turned his head sideways and called back, "He's not opening his eyes and his right leg is busted!"
"Damn!" John cursed and thought of a solution.
"Seriy help Carl carry Collin back to base, I'll hold this fucker off!" Seriy paused his shooting and stared John in the eyes.
"Are you sure comrade?"
"Yes!" John answered, reloading his AK. Seriy and Carl exchanged looks then looked at John, who looked back and forth between them, and back at each other, at Collin, back on each other and nodded. "Stay strong comrade." Seriy quickly ran up and grasped John's shoulder, giving it a firm shake.
"Don't die you three." John patted the Russian's own shoulder. Seriy then ran up to Carl and they both lifted Collin up, who was more gone than there.
"Hey chief!" John turned his head back, his gun traced on the beast, which crawled closer and closer, growling like a rabid tiger. "Don't take too long." Carl gave his leader one last nod and the trio began shuffling away.

John closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before slowly turning to face the Titan. Exhaling sharply he opened his eyes and ran arpund the beast, leading it away from the retreating trio all the while screaming profanities.
"Come on you fuck!" *BANG BANG!*
"Come here!" *BRATATAT* The Titan roared with rage and doubled its speed after him, easily shoving cars out of its way. John kept this up for a good while, leading the monster farther and farther in the opposite direction. Halfway through John was amazed the thing wasn't dead even with about a good 400+ rounds in it.
"What does it take to kill your fat ass huh?" He asked it.
*SNARL!*
"Really? Well thanks for the heads up." The Titan crawled a few more feet before suddenly collapsing, loud gurgling breaths heaving it's torso up and down.
"Wha- you're . . . exhausted!?" John was surprised, "Well that's a first. A zed getting exhausted. What's next? A cure?" A deep familiar growl behind him shut his brain in lock as the deep vibrations passed through his body.
Well fuck . . . John slowly turned himself around and came face to face with another Titan no less than five feet away, he had to crane his head all the way back just to see its head.
How in this hell did you manage to creep yo fat ass up like that? was the exact thought that ran through his head before the beast launched him through the air. As he sailed rag-doll style he couldn't help but be glad that he was wearing military armor and helmet as the ground rapidly approached him.

The impact took the air out of his lungs and rattled every bone in his body as he rolled across the pavement and slammed with his back against a car.
Oh God everything hurts. . . John tried to move his head but was horrified when he couldn't move a single muscle.
OK this is NOT good this is NOT good! John managed to force his right hand to his belt and unclipped a frag grenade as the Titan's footsteps shook closer and closer. John felt his windpipe get crushed as the monster grabbed him by the throat with its massive hands and lifted him into the air, no oxygen entering his body. The Titan held him above its head like a trophy, all the while growling like a dinosaur.
Well this is how I die John barely forced his left hand index finger to wrap around the grenades pin as the Titan opened its mauw, revealing two rows of blood-stained sharp teeth, and began bringing him closer to itself.
John pulled the pin and couldn't help but replay his favorite movie scene and gapsing out,
"Surprise motherfucker!" as everything exploded and his world fell into a pitch black void.

Equestria

Fluttershy's Cottage

8:36pm

Lightning flashed and thunder boomed, causing the shy and timid Pegasus known as Fluttershy to 'eep' and drop her cup of tea and spill it all over her floor.
"Oh goodness" her soft voice filled the room,
"Quite the doozy Dashie's team organized." she stooped over to pick up the cup, her D cups squeezing together in her yellow V neck.
"Oh dear, I've made quite a doozy myself." she placed the cup on the table and walked over to a counter, taking a napkin and returned to clean the mess. A sudden low noise like magic charging up made her sit up in confusion.
"Now what could that be?" Her question was answered by a sudden bright purple flash coming through her front window, forcing her to shield her eyes with her wings and releasing another 'eep'. After a few moments she left the sanctuary of her feathery fortress and looked to the window. The purple glow was still there, pulsing brighter and dimmer , but not as bright as before. The strange sound was replaced by another noise which sounded like a soft whirring. Fluttershy timidly stood up and shakily inched her way to the window and peeked outside.

Out in the open just outside her door lay a stallion dressed in strange clothes with his back to her cottage. The purple glow came from a rotating energy orb several feet above him, the rain seemingly vaporizing in an umbrella shaped field coming from the orb. "Oh my!" Fluttershy's timidness was instantly replaced with concern for the well being of the poor stallion outside. She unbolted the door and rushed outside. The first things she noticed were that the air was comfortably warm and the ground was completely dry in a circular shape around the stallion in a seven foot perimeter. Kneeling beside him she turned him on his back and gasped. This was was no ordinary stallion. In fact he wasn't even a pony! She stared at the new creature and didn't notice her favorite white rabbit hopping up next to her. The rabbit stared at at the strange creature and brought a paw to his chin. After thinking he hopped up to it and gave it a test kick in the right arm. The creature groaned and stirred, the rabbit instantly flew backwards, while Fluttershy 'eeped' and skid away a bit, bringing her hands to cover her mouth. After the stallion didn't move again for a good minute she turned to her rabbit,
"Angel bunny could you please bring mama a quill, ink, and paper?" The rabbit saluted and zoomed into the cottage, returning with the requested materials and watched the creature while Fluttershy quickly wrote a note which read,

Dear Twilight, please hurry to my cottage as soon as you can because I came across a strange nonpony stallion who appeared out of a purple orb in front of my house. I will take him in and check for any injuries, hugs and kisses - Fluttershy.

P.S please hurry!!!

Fluttershy folded the note and gave it to Angel, who looked at it quizzically.
"Now Angel Bunny can you please do mama a big favor and deliver this to my good friend Twilight Sparkle? It really is very very important." Angel looked up at her with a look of pure disbelief as his ears drooped downwards. He rapidly pointed out into the downpour that was still raging out of the orbs field.
"Oh I know sweetie but can you please do this for me? I promise to bake you the best carrot cake tomorrow." The rabbit's ears perked up and he licked his lips eagerly. He turned towards the rain and was about to head off before halting mid-jump and turning back around, pointing a paw at her.
"Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, now please hurry!" Fluttershy pleaded. Angel wasted no more time, his white fur disappeared in the night. Fluttershy turned her full attention on the still form underneath her and thought of how to get him inside.
Oh, he's awful big, maybe even bigger than Big Macintosh. Oh, I hope I can move him . . . She placed her arms under his armpits and tugged. . . . with no result. Huffing she took a deep breath and tried again, this time wildly flapping her wings. She wasn't making any progress and stopped to catch her breath. Once she done so she positioned herself again, wings extended and ready to flap.
"Come on Fluttershy you can do this! One, two, THREE!" She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, grunting from the strain. For a second it seemed she would fail until she suddenly felt her drag him several inches. This discovery fueled her strength and she doubled her effort. Slowly but surely she managed to drag the unconscious creature indoors and onto the couch. Letting out a breath she collapsed to the floor, too tired to shut the door.
"Goodness *pant* that was *pant* much more *pant* difficult *pant* than expected *pant*" she gasped, slowly getting herself together. After she felt better she went over and shut the door before addressing the prone figure. Only now did she notice a dark red blotch forming on his chest.
"Dear Celestia! We need to fix you right away!" Her motherly instincts took over and she started a flurry of activities, removing the stallion's strange armor and shirt before attending to the gash underneath.

Outside the orb pulsed a few more minutes after the duo went inside before disintegrating into a black flame and vanishing. Lightning flashed and a hooded figure clad in black spiked armor and glowing red eyes and sharp shining white teeth stood in the clearing outside the reaches of the cottage's light. The being watched through the window as the yellow pegasus tended to the human. It's breath came out in frosty clouds, instantly freezing any raindrops that passed through, turning them to hail.
"So it begins . . ." The being's voice was dark and deep yet alluring at the same time.
The figure continued to watch for several minutes before a black/purple fire sprang up around it, and with another flash of lightning, was gone, leaving behind a spot of scorched smoking ground.