The Trotting Dead

by Changeling Granthmon

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Dark, Sad, Drama, Adventure
Length: 270

Granthmon thought life hated him before the world ended. Now he has to fight every day just to keep himself and his family alive. Now life seems out to get him.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-27 21:47:26 UTC

Chapter 1

Granthmon sat on the rooftop next to his pregnant marefriend Dimond Spear. His brother, Blazing Light looked over the last of the medical supplies they had, while the last of the three brothers, Lightning Strike, looked over the streets of Manhattan through his sniper scope. "For once, we can relax" Blazing sighed as he stopped what he was doing. "Don't jinx it or anything" Granthmon replied. A couple more ponies came up the stairs. His friend Bella, and her sister Ariana. Bella was a white Pegasus mare with sparkling blue eyes, and Ariana was a pink earth pony with sea green eyes. "found nothing, Manehatton is getting low o supplies" Bella sighed sadly. Ariana looked down and sighed as well. Lightning was a purple Pegasus who had crosshairs as a cutie mark. He was a sniper before the outbreak happened. Blazing was a medical pony for the army who had a red cross for a cutie mark. But Granthmon was the hated one, not by his brothers, but by most ponies. He was a changeling hybrid, not just any changeling, but the son of Queen Chryislis herself. Granthmon looked like a pony, had two or three holes in his legs, had a misshapen horn, with pony wings, and on his body was chitin. Dimond Spear was also a Pegasus, she was grey and had two spears crossing over a shield as a cutie mark.

A loud rumbling sounded and Granthmon looked over the roof "Well fuck, somepony has a tank". Lightning pulled his rilfe up "we need to get out of the city". Everyone nodded in agreement.