Scar in Equestria...

this is my second attempt at story writing and i'm going to do my best!

He walked through the streets again, looking for something to do. He wasn't going to read the books because he doesn't know how to read. Watching television? Nah, like there's actually someone trying to broadcast something at all. Take a look in the local toyshop? Sure, why not. He started walking towards the toyshop. Someone was inside, and he wasn't infected. How did he know that? Well being used for cruel experiments has its plus points, you know. He has enhanced strength, speed, defence, sight and smell. He can smell if someone is infected or not.

He entered the shop by breaking the wall. Why? Because he is too tall, you silly. The survivor jumped at the sound an quickly turned around. What the survivor saw was worse than a Tank. It was The Crusher. A two and a half metre tall infected with armour-like skin on his arms with hands as big as a pony. It's arms were black and the rest of his skin a sickly blue. He had torn up cheeks because his teeth had grown three times their normal size, making it look like he was always grinning. The muscles in his torso weren't as big as those in his arms. He had bandages around his eyes but that didn’t hinder his sight. The survivor was getting ready to scream and run away.

"CRUSHEEERRR!!!"

With that the survivor started running as fast as he could, but before he was outside he was stopped in his tracks be a oversized hand.

" Shit! Leave me alone, you MONSTER!" To the survivor’s surprise, the monster moved out of the way and waited for the survivor to leave. "What the... Never mind, I’m outta here!"

Scar just watched the survivor run away until he couldn't see him anymore. He started looking through the stuff in the store, hoping to find something useful. Wanna know why the survivor called him The Crusher? It's because Scar literally crushes his enemy with his oversized hands.

"An empty health pack, nope. A bottle of whisky, well, I don’t drink. Nope. A big mail bag? That could be useful. And I can even open it. That's a keeper."

He put the bag around his neck and contiued searching. Anything of use was stored in his bag.

"A bottle of water, keeping that one. Some diapers, to hell with that. A pen, too small and I can't write. A picture book? I'm too old. Some chocolate...HELL YEAH! Definitly keeping that. Some fruit, might be useful later on and it looks ripe. Well, that's it I think. Wait is that a..."

What Scar saw was a teddy bear.

"Little Tim would like to have that. I’ll take it with me, too."

When he got outside he saw the survivor from before being eaten by a group of hunters.

"What an idiot, don't they know they shouldn't be yelling in an area filled with infected? Well, let's if he has something useful with him."

The hunters backed away as Scar walked towards the corpse. When he got there he saw that the lungs were already half eaten and that the brains were gone.

“Really, they ate the brains first? Guess the stories are partly true.”

He started looting the corpse for anything of value or use.

"A health pack, some pills, stuff to keep. A pipebomb... no, too dangerous and it attracts infected and not the survivors. An axe? Might be useful. A shotgun, way to small for my hands. That’s it, I suppose. Well, have a nice meal guys." He continued on and the hunters continued their meal.

Fifteen minutes after seeing the survivor at the store, Scar had returned to a specific area. “I’m back, guys.

After he spoke some strange looking infected came out of the buildings. One of them was a little girl stitched up out of the body parts of other little girls, hence the name, Stitch. She wore a white shirt and some short, white pants. One of the other ones looked like a perfectly normal human. He had short, white hair, blue eyes, stood a little under two metres tall, had a brown jacket with sleeves that looked like they were oversized, but with fingers like a witch that were sharp enough to cut through bone like a warm knife through butter, they were necessary. He also wore green pants and brown shoes and was a bit skinny. Named Fright for his tendency to get scared, his honorific is The Slicer. The third one was Little Tim, or The Slender One. He was a kid at the age of eight but thanks to the infection his limbs grew insanely fast tearing his skin at the joints. He is three meters tall and wears long clothes stitched together by Mena - a witch that looked after Little Tim before meeting Scar and the others.

Stitch seemed joyous at Scar’s return. "You're back!"

"How did it go?" Slicer inquired.

"It went fine and yes, I'm back. And Tim, I got something for you." Scar stuck his hand inside the old mail bag and pulled out the teddy bear.

"A teddy bear? Thanks!" Tim hugged the bear tight with his extensive arms.

"No problem." Scar’s grin seemed to get a little bit bigger.

"How nice, a big guy gives a teddy bear to an oversized kid." The voice came from the shadows in the behind Scar.

Scar looked around, searching for the source. "Who are you? Show yourself."

"Don't be so boring.” The voice sighed when it realized nothing would happen. “Fine, I’ll show myself.” A infected walked out of the shadows and he looked very... chaotic, to say the least. His arms were two meters long and his lower jaw was too big. Plus, his eyes were mismatched.

"I think you want to go somewhere else. Someplace more peaceful and more accepting. Someplace where you don't need to kill for your food. What do you say, if I help you to somewhere more peaceful with plants filled with proteins so you don't need to eat meat anymore will you do what I say? Heck, I’ll even give you a cooking book so you know how to cook the plants!" The odd-looking infected grinned mischieviously.

Scar was confused and accidentally said okay.

"Well then, arrivederci!"

And with a snap of his fingers and a bright flash the five infected were gone.

When Scar opened his eyes after who knows how long passed out, he saw that he wasn't in the city anymore. He was in a forest.

i thank Limeattack for editing this chapter!