Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait. What with my laptop breaking down, I had little access to an actual computer to do anything. But with finding a computer in the classes I'm going to as well as using the family computer, I am at least able to finish a chapter for this fic. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and any criticism is welcome.

Chapter 1

Frank West was seen rummaging through a desk to look for something. Feather Weight seeing this was a bit angry. "If you have time to look for buried treasure, you have time to tell me why you're here!"

"Ugh. I'm trying to look for a phone so I can try to at least call for help. If I can try to call the Department of Homeland Security and tell them my name, they could definitely send some help." He said as he kept on rummaging.

Feather Weight threw his hands up. "Depart---Who the Tartarus is that!? Nopony is going to help us! We are in a zombie filled city! You really think the Royal Guard, let alone Dainn is gonna sacrifice his own men just to see if anypony is alive!?"

"That and I could get a great story with the amount of pictures I could take here."

"What in Celestias giant flanks is wrong with you!?"

Frank didn't answer as he stopped searching. "Damn it. Not a single phone, laptop or even a fax machine. How the hell do you guys even function without e-mails?" He then searched the cabinet behind the counter and found nothing but old cloths and a giant dildo which he almost grabbed.

"Why did you even come here if you aren't gonna help me or anyone else that might be here?"

Frank stopped searching as he walked in front of Feather Weight. "Kid, I don't know! Do I look like I know this place!? This isn't even close to were I come from, I was in Colorado! Now how about you tell me more about what this place is!?"

Feather Weight held up the spear in fear but he didn't point it at Frank. He instead held it like a club. "Kid, you better know how to use that thing if you are gonna try and turn me into a shishkabob!"

Zombies can be heard banging on the main door as they argued, lured in by the loud yelling. This had them stop arguing and had Frank speak calmly. "Okay, as much as I love to see princess dresses and overpriced shirts, we need to get a better place than this. This place is gonna have those zombies break in any minute if they try that again."

Feather Weight nodded. "So what do you suggest."

With the zombies now away from them keeping their voices down, he looked through a crack from the barricaded window and looked around the street. "Any bigger places that can keep the zombies at bay?"

Feather Weight thought about this as he paced back and forth. He stopped and looked and spoke his answer. "I know just the place. But it's pretty far away."

"How far away?"

"About five buildings away."

Frank looked outside again and the same amount of zombie that blocked the entrance to the hotel had now grown significantly. "I hope that you have a plan to get there unscathed."

Feather Weight smiled. "I do."

"Well I'm all ears, kid."

Feather Weight and Frank West snuck were now putting their backs against the wall, outside of the back of the clothing store. They sneak across to the corner, Frank West taking a picture if a hoard of zombies eating out of a body of some sort of moose creature, the same kind that he fought earlier. "Good..."

Feather Weight smacked him on the back of his head. "How is this any good!?"

"Hey, watch it. You are lucky I'm going along with the plan of yours."

Feather Weight looks around before he throws an object at an empty location. Frank was barely able to see it, but it seemed to let out a ringing noise like an alarm clock. This in turn distracted the zombies from feeding and walking in random directions as they heard the noise. They started limping away to the source of the sound. Soon about thirty zombies were hoarding around it wondering what this noise was, thinning out the zombies that were originally walking around.

Feather Weight started running at a slow pace, crouching down so no other other zombies could see him.

Frank on the other hand, was not. He was following the winged pony at a normal jogging form. "You do realize that they are more concentrated on the noise at the moment?"

"Doesn't hurt to be careful."

Frank shook his head with a sigh as he kept on following him. "What did you even throw at them?"

"Oh, just taped a vibrating dildo in between a couple of frying pans."

Frank couldn't think of what to say to that. He kept on following him and found themselves in front of a building under construction, entrance covered in plywood. Feather Weight easily moved it aside as they both ran inside and covered up the entrance again. Feather Weight flipped a switch and a few lights activated.

Frank West spoke up. "So what is this place anyway?"

Feather Weight flipped another switch, a few more light activating. "This was supposed to be a dance studio to teach mares and cows to 'properly dance' for the Caribou. They couldn't finish it for obvious reasons."

Indeed this place was supposed to be a dance studio. Though unlike most dance studios, this actually had a stage. Obviously no chairs were built into the floor as this was supposed to be a dance studio, so the employees would have to bring in folding chairs. If their were any employees left alive.

Frank West found a folding chair and sat down, checking his camera for any damages while Feather Weight is barricading the windows with boards of wood. "So how long has this been going on anyway?"

Feather Weight stopped what he was doing and looked at Frank. "The zombies? Two months, three if you count the start of this craziness. The same amount of time that I lived here to get away from all the trouble in Ponyville. Bad choice on my part."

"And why didn't you try getting out?"

Feather Weight flinched when he asked this, a visible expression of hurt on his face. Frank West didn't notice and kept talking.

"Then again, with a name like Feather Weight, your flying ability may be lack luster."

Feather Weight didn't say anything. Frank got up and dusted himself off. "So, what's the next step?"

"Oh...right. The plan..." He twiddled his fingers in a nervous manner as he prevented any eye contact with Frank.

Seeing Feather Weight pause like that had Frank furrow his eyebrows in agitation."Well? You said you had a plan. Besides distracting the zombies and coming here, what else is there?"

A pause that was only a few seconds but felt like a whole minute had enveloped the two as Frank realized something. "This is it!? This was your whole plan!? To just distract a couple of zombies and just wait here and hope they go away!?"

Feather Weight flinched from the photographer raising his voice. "W-w-well I don't meet many survivors here..."

"Oh yeah," Frank said. "Because you living in this zombie infested city doesn't make you think on your feet, that makes total sense kid."

Frank starts walking around the auditorium as Feather Weight stands there, trying to get used to how blunt Frank was to him. Frank walks around and finds an air duct. Before he could even think about opening the door to crawl inside, Feather Weight stops him. "That won't work. Since this place was under construction, they never bothered to put anything connecting to the vents in here."

Frank West sighs. "Well, there goes the usual escape route. Don't suppose you got a car around here?"

"Uhm..."

The short conversation was interrupted when the moans of the zombies were starting to get louder, a sign that the zombies even closer to the building. Frank spoke up, but had to try to keep his voice down to avoid the zombies attention. "Alright Light Weight..."

"It's Feather Weight!"

A plank of wood fell and bounced on the ponies head when a hornless unicorn mare started to try an invade the studio.

Frank continued. "Shut your snout and be quiet. You want more zombies to come here?" Frank quietly said that while he stuck his electric baton through a crack of the barricaded window, shocking the zombie and making it fall on its back. It wasn't dead as it was squirming on the ground. "I'll look around in a couple of the buildings to get some more supplies to reinforce the doors and barricade the windows. You are gonna go out and get some for eats so we can survive." Frank took a picture of the squirming zombie after he said this.

Feather Weight raised an eye brow. "You think I haven't tried that? When more zombies started sprouting out, ponies started to try and look to food stores for shelter. Now most of them are shambling in front of them."

"And now that I'm here," Frank smirked, taking another picture of a reanimated equine corpse. "I'm gonna get you through those zombies."

Frank stopped taking pictures now that he thought he got enough for now. He started walking towards some left over construction equipment too look for what he can use as a weapon. Feather Weight just stood by and watched him as he picked up a sledge hammer and a lead pipe with an observing gaze. Frank gives Feather Weight the lead pipe and nods. "What is that nod supposed to mean?"

Frank sighed. "It means that I found a weapon for you that fits."

"You gave me a pipe, how in Tartarus is this gonna help me?"

Frank growled a bit at this "Kid, one of the things you have to learn when it comes to a zombie infestation," He removed the plywood that was covering the entrance only for a zombie stallion to come shambling towards him, getting closer and closer. When it came close enough, Frank swung the sledge hammer and hit it over the head. The zombie fell tot eh ground, skull cracked open and brain matter rolling out. "Is that anything you can get your hands on is a weapon." A few more zombies of different equine races and both genders started shambling towards his location, the loud bang of the sledge hammer catching their attention. Frank swung his sledge hammer again, hitting two zombies at once sending them to the ground and jaw bones stabbing through the rotting skin and fur. He swung the hammer downwards, this time the hammer dug into its head leaving an eyeball dangling from how much damage the undead creature received. Frank kicked it away and swung one last time and hit a mare zombies snout, ripping it off and making the zombie die of blood loss in seconds.

After slaughtering five equine zombies, Frank turned his head to find Feather Weight with a stunned expression on his face. "Come on Light Weight, let's go get some supplies." Frank walked forward a few steps until Feather Weight got out of his stupor.

"Hey, wait up! Don't just keep on walking like some action hero!"

After killing about over thirty zombies, and pulling off a zombies hand off of the pegasais wing, they finally arrived at a construction shop, with a simple sign with a picture of a hammer and a plank of wood behind it. There was also 'Wild Woody's Construction Supplies' etched below the picture. Frank took a picture of the sign, making Feather Weight raise an eyebrow. "That's just a sign."

Frank shrugged.

They walk closer to the store to find that the place was one of the few cleaner places in the run down city. Frank turned the knob on the door, but that somehow triggered an alarm, probably to scare off burglars. The two jumped in fright from the loud noise, Feather Weight yelping unlike Frank you only just jumped a bit back.

The buck toothed pegasus tried to plug his ears with his fingers but to no effect. "By the---It's freaking loud! Turn it off!"

Frank went to the doors again to try and pry them off, but to no avail. He then noticed that their was a number keypad attached next to the door. He quickly started typing in random numbers into the pad. Every combination he can think of did not work, even the simple codes didn't work.

"Hurry up! I think this alarm just got louder!"

Frank pressed the buttons faster, now to the point of his presses being random. He was about to give up until he realized that a piece of paper was sticking out behind the keypad. He took it out and fond the numbers he was supposed to type in. He followed the combo and finally the noise stopped.

Feather Weight unplugged his ears and released a sigh of relief. "Man, I thought that would never end! What was the combo?"

Frank held up the paper. "The combo was eight-eight-zero-six. This guy had it stashed behind the keypad. I guess the owner of the store never really had much of a memory if he had to put it behind there of all places." He turns his head to hand him the paper only to see a zombie towering over him, resembling the other one he first killed off when he arrived here.

Feather Weight turned around as well and screamed seeing what it was. "Holy crap! It's a fricken' caribou!"

The now identified species that is the zombified caribou growled like a lion, glaring in hunger at the two. It charged forward attempting to bite off Feather Weights snout off. In response, Frank shoved his shock baton into its mouth. This has the same effect as the first time he used it, electrocuting the zombie and blowing its head into pieces in a matter of seconds and plopping to the ground.

While Frank West was used to undead gore as he began shaking the brain matter off of one of his weapons, the buck toothed pegasus was desperately trying to wipe off the blood off of his face. "Ah, ah! I don't wanna turn!" Frank shook his head and opened the door to the store dragging Feather Weight by the collar of his shirt. As Frank shut the door and block it with a chair, in case a zombie might wonder in, he starts looking around the store.

Feather Weight on the other hand wanted to look for a bathroom to wash the blood off of his face. He opened the door to a back warehouse, stocked to the brim with supplies. It had everything that could help them fortify the auditorium and keep zombies out. The racks had even bigger stuff like steel beams and concrete pillars, though how they were being held on top of them was probably magic. As Feather Weight explored a bit more, he found a jacket with spots of dried up blood. He picked it up and found that it had dog tags, though try as he might to rub the blood off he couldn't read them properly. While he kept on trying to wipe the blood off, footsteps could be heard behind him. Before he could ask if it was Frank, a yell told him immediately it wasn't the photojournalist.

"Name and rank, soldier!"

Feather Weight quickly spun around to find an earth pony stallion. He had on what looked like a Royal Guard helmet, pants that had an ace of spades printed on, combat boots and white fur. This stallion was fit and was sort of bigger than the average earth pony, putting him about six-foot-two. He was covered in dried up blood as well as some fresh blood, some of that being in the stallions eye though it didn't look like it was bothering him in the least. This stallion was also holding a massive broadsword in one hand, wielding it like it was a toy.
The stallion took a few steps toward Feather Weight as he began to speak again.

"You can't tell me. Can you, shorty?"

Feather Weight couldn't speak.

"Oh yeah, I know why." He pointed an accusing finger at the pegasus. "It's because your part of the new Equestrian order!"

He took a couple of steps more towards Feather Weight as he in return took a few steps backwards.

"I'm right. Aren't I?" He says, pointing to himself with the tip of his sword. "You're nothing, but a filthy rapist!"

The moment he spoke the word rapist, he swung his sword towards Feather Weight. He quickly dodged his attack by rolling out of the way, but the moment he stood back up he couldn't see were the stallion has gone to. "How!? What!? Were!?"

A voice then began to echo throughout the place. "You, boy, are gonna tell me were they're hiding the plans for the next invasion!"

Feather Weight started running around, isle after isle of racks of construction supplies and building supports, praying he won't get killed.

"By the time I'm done beating the info out of your sorry carcass, you are gonna be begging for death to come take you away!"

Feather Weight stopped running and held his metal pipe up to swing, trying to hold back tears as he begins his first ever fight for his life against a living being.