The now three survivors were now in the dance studio like last time, now with some supplies to improve the barricades blocking the windows. Frank was busy welding the metal bars and nailing bigger boards of wood so that the zombies would have a harder time getting through. Feather Weight on the other hand....

"Tartarus to the no!"

Octavia was not expecting those words from the same pony who had saved her from the grotesque, skinless pony...if that was even a pony to begin with. "What!? My companions are over there, they might be still alive!"

Feather Weight shook his head. "I nearly got my wings chopped off because of that maniac that thought I was a caribou! Who's to say that the concerto haven't gone insane because of the zombies, or even more insane than the guy in Wild Woodies!?"

Octavia scoffed at his accusation. "I'll have you know we had fought those...things as hard as we could! You think you are the only one that is suffering!?"

"No, but I know I'm smart enough to no commit suicide by going to your friends with a high possibility of getting eaten!"

The two kept on arguing with each other until Frank butted in and shouted at them. "Would you guys shut up! You're gonna attract more zombies, you really think it's a good idea to be arguing!?"

They were gonna say something to him, but then a crowd of zombies were seen shuffling out of a room they thought empty. The undead seen them and started to limp their way to the three survivors location. Seeing this had them running as fast as they could, getting as far as possible while Frank lead them to another room where he was positive was empty.

After a while, they have finally lost any form of undead and started to rest in an empty office. While Featherweight was looking around, Octavia was talking with Frank. "You are...human?" Frank was surprised at her completely accurate assumption.

"How did you know what I am?"

"A girl named Lyra. She always tried to prove your kind were real. I owe her five bits....if she's alive that is." Being in a bedroom, Octavia sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. "I just hope I can get out of this unscathed."

"Lady, you'll probably get a couple of scratches. Maybe a missing limb, but you'll get out of here."

She glared at the human. "That is not comforting. I need all my limbs to play my cello!"

"Speaking of, why did you bring that thing?" He pointed at the cello she was seen running with as it rested against the bedroom wall. It was not damaged much, but it also had some blood stains on it.

"It's my lively hood. I was supposed to play at the Canterlot Sluttwalk."

"To protest?"

"Wha-No! I was going to be forced to play while mares would be forced to walk down the street as pets! How do you not know of the Caribou!?"

Frank fiddled with his camera as she asked this. "I'm uh...from out of town."

Featherweight came across a room branched togethor with the office, a bedroom to be precise. It looked pretty small however, almost like it belonged to a single pony.

Or a foal.

It had baby toys covering the floor as well as a window with plastic stars stuck to the glass. The crib was pretty big, the rails covered by blankets and a mobile hanging above the heading. The place was filled with baby belongings like diapers and a bottle of baby powder as an example, but what seemed to be odd was the abundance of baby food.

So Featherweight slowly walked to the crib with his sword in hand, ready to strike at a moments notice. Once he took a peek, he was met with disgust.

What he saw was a blanket, covered in blood and bile as it wrapped around Celestia knows what. Larva crawling around it as well as a fowl stench that somehow never expanded out of this room.

Featherweight quickly got out of the room and shut the door with a loud slam, coughing as he tried to catch his breath from holding it in. He only hoped that the foal was safe, away from the chaos. Slavery to them probably looked more like a savior than damnation at that point....

Featherweight continued to look around the building and found the kitchen. It was a standard equipped kitchen with stoves and a fridge, so hopefully it had the essentials and non perishables.

He was right, opening cabinets he found pasta and bread as well as canned veggies. He went to find a bag under the sink, but the moment he opened the door, Featherweight was met with a shriek.

Like it belonged to a baby foal.

"You're such a wank stain, you know that?"

Frank sighed. "That was not the response I was looking for--"

"You honestly believe that I'm going to buy you being from another world?"

Frank rolled his eyes as he looked at the pictures he had taken from this event. "Look, you may not believe me but it's true. Is it really that hard to believe in a world where magical zombie ponies are out to get us?"

Octavia growled at his remark. "That is different! We have lived for thousands of years living in harmony with each other. Unicorns, earth ponies and pegasai have lived for generation among each other just as long as the sun itself has existed. In my travels, I have never seen the likes of you. "

Frank took a picture of Octavia, snapping her out of her rant. "I'm not gonna stay here and argue with you, I'm gonna--"

A loud shriek echoed the house, making Frank turn towards the doorway. "What the hell!?"

Featherweight is seen shutting the door, barricading it by pushing a cabinet in front of it. "Lightweight, what the hell did you do!?"

It was then veiny tendrils burst through the doorway, waggling around as it searched for its prey. Featherweight was still holding the cabinet in place with hope that it holds. Octavia stood back as Frank helped him out in holding the barricade in place, the tendrils slowing down a bit as it slowly wiggled back out, leaving small holes the size of billiard balls on the door.

Frank grabbed young stallion by the collar of his shirt and brought him in close, in shock. "What the hell was that and how did it find us!? That was no zombie I seen before!!"

Featherweight shook his head denying that he knew. "I don't know! I ran away from it the moment I saw it! It was freaky, I never seen anything like it!"

Frank let him go and peeked out of one of the holes, checking if the supposed zombie was anywhere in sight. "Coast looks clear enough...." Frank moved aside the cabinet and slowly opened the door, careful he didn't cause any noise. He readied his camera, ready to snap a photo of any nearby zombies for his big story. " 'Frank West survives interspecies zombies' not bad, but needs a snappier title." He said to himself.

It was then he heard what could be taken as an infants cooing. He followed the sound to the kitchen, wich was in shambles no doubt due to the outbreak. He found a little red furry baby in the corner, his head down and starring at the corner in its diaper. "Awwwe, look at you! So cute and fluffy!" He teased.

Feather Weight on the other hand took the sword he gained from the former guard and prepared to cut it in two, but Frank grabbed his wrist. "What's wrong with you, it's only a baby!?"

Octavia ran to the scene and gasped. Feather Weight had eyes that looked like it belonged to some druggy, pupils twitching as he looked at the infant. "Kill it, gotta kill it! It's gonna eat us!"

Frank kept holding him back, not seeing the infant crawl close. "It's a baby, it's practically gonna bit your nose with its gums! We're not gonna slice a baby in two!"

Octavia kept on starring at the infant, shaking as she truly saw what it looked like. "Frank...you better take another look...."

He turned his head to see the infant with bloody feet and hands, the face decaying as its eyes were popped as if they had been overheated. snout bone showing as its tongue dangled out of a hole in its jaw. But what got him the most was the stubs on its side, three on each as the infant looked up with a blank stare.

Frank pieced everything together. "Crap..."

The baby then screeched loudly as the stubs extended out into tendrils and lifted him by pushing on the ground like they were tentacles, the screeching becoming deeper in tone as it opened its mouth wider to the point it could swallow a melon.

"Run!" Octavia shouted. The trio did and with much haste. Frank barricaded the house door with a chair and continued to run, catching up to the others. "Bloody hell, what was that!?"

The door as well as the chair barricading the creature inside busted into splinters as it started coming out of the studio with the same signature screech. Frank took the picture of it as he still ran. "Whatever it is, it's hungry!"

They kept on running, the thing chasing them around the studio until they were chased out into the open. This gave them an idea of running towards the closest house. This time instead of a cabinet, they used a table and a few chairs to block the main entrance. Feather Weight stood in front of Octavia as he prepared to attack the creature if it managed to break through the door. Frank on the other hand held up his camera so he could get a good shot of the thing.

Moments passed, the gang were being as quiet as possible. Featherweight was still holding the sword up while Frank was keeping his finger on the trigger of his camera. Octavia was shivering, hopping that the creature had found something else to bother itself with.

Frank took the initiative and opened the door ever so slightly, looking through the crack. That 'thing' wasn't there, though he could hear the pitter patter of what sounded like small feet and hands hitting the ground. Opening it a bit more, he took a look to see that the zombie foal was playing with a severed pegasus wing like it was a rattle, sitting in a pool of blood to signify how fresh that wing is. Frank closed the door slowly, as to not get the attention of that thing. "Well, looks like it's occupied at the moment. We can't risk going into the hall without being spotted...." Featherweight let out a sigh of relief, lowering his arms while Octavia hugged herself thankful it wasn't coming for them at the moment.

The noises of coos and baby babble echoed the house, Octavia looking at the door in fear. "How? How is it that an innocent baby can turn into such a thing? Why does this illness have to target the most innocent of souls?"

Featherweight looked out the window as Octavia lamented over this predicament, looking for any way to escape that thing. Zombie after zombie would pass by, moaning and wandering around until they found their next meal. Nothing looked out of the ordinary from these things compared to that monster baby they almost got eaten by.

That was until one of the zombie pegasus realized they still had wings on her back. She began to flap them once, nothing. Twice, nothing. Feather Weight was about to dismiss this until said zombie continued to flap them harder, faster, elevating itself above the ground as it looked down in....amazement?? Do zombies even have emotions anymore? That was irrelevant because now the zombie was relearning how to fucking fly!!

"Uh, guys? We've got trouble." Featherweight said.

Frank Rolled his eyes. "Besides a demonic baby using a wing as a rattle after trying to eat us with its tentacles, what else could possibly going on that's worse?"

Featherweight only pointed out the window, making Octavia and Frank look outside to see a zombie pegasus flyiing towards them.

"Oh."

It crashed through the window with a snarl of hunger, tackling Octavia against the wall. She cried out in fear,trying to push it away as the zombie pegasus kept chomping at her trying to nibble away at her face. She was shaking her head as she denied the things advances while Frank grabbed on of its wings to pull it away. This in turn made it go feral, now tackling Frank against the floor. The human didn't panic, throwing a single punch to disorientate it as it crawled back up on its feet.

The zombie came back on its feet and looked at the two, now flapping its wings again. It was about to charge at the both until Feather Weight swung his sword, decapitating it. The head would fall flat on the ground while the body was still flapping its wings like a buzzing fly, desperately using what was left of itself to attack. Frank would step forward and push it away, making it fall flat on its back and crush the wings it was trying to use like peanut brittle.

Frank would look up at Feather Weight, seeing him wipe some blood off of his face. This gave him an opportunity to snap a picture of him before he gave an appropriate response. "Alright, it did just get worse. Now we have flying zombies."

After that debacle, they were finally able to walk around the house thanks to that freaky demon offspring crawling out of sight. Literally, crawling on all fours away from the house. Frank even took some pictures with Octavia wishing she could find that cute.

Anyway, they packed up any supplies they managed to find in the house and ran back to the studio. After killing off any zombies that wandered in, the three would start putting away supplies while a few more pegasus zombies started to relearn flight outside the building. Octavia could only frown at such a thing. "Out of all the times to start flying, it had to be now."

Frank managed to find some batteries for his camera since the rechargeable it originally came with ran out of juice and well, there were no chargers for his camera here. He even managed to find a few radios, though who knows if these still worked. He also found a baseball bat etched with a lightning bolt and rainbow colored grip. Looked a bit worn out, showing how much this was used, but a weapon was a weapon.

Featherweight managed to find some medical supplies such as bandages and painkillers, unpacking them to reveal he also found ice packs and emergency rations. His wings coated in blood, he was holding back tears from what he just experienced. He had to be strong if he wanted to survive.

It was then the door was being slammed upon, voices coming from the other side. "Please, let us in! We need shelter, please help us!!" Octavia jogged to a nearby window and peered through the cracks of a barricade, seeing many female figures from the neck down. Frank was about to open the door until Octavia shouted for him to stop. "No, we can't risk it! They might be infected!!" The person behind the door shouted again. "We don't have any infected, we're clean!! Please let us in!! They're closing in!!" Zombies can be seen walking towards their location from all the screaming, reaching out to grab the nearest female.

Featherweight couldn't listen anymore and pulled the doors apart, a flock of mares as well as what seemed to be female caribou ran in with no hesitation. After the last one came in, Frank and Featherweight closed the door on a zombie that almost got in, severing an arm when they closed it. Barricading it back up, the three could only see the females cry and cheer after finally looking for a safe haven. But Frank being Frank, he took his camera out and took a picture of the large crowd. "Perfect..."

They froze hearing the males voice, looking at Featherweight and Frank West with anger. "No, no men! We can't have men in here! We've already been tortured enough!! We won't play your sick games!!" The mares shouted in anger, Octavia stepping in front of the two. "Wait, please! They are men, but they have helped me survive ever since I had escaped the caribous hold on me!! I trust them with my life because of this!" The mares looked at her in anger, one of them stepping forward. "We can't trust any males because of the caribou! Or have you forgotten they brainwashed most of the males into the way they think!!" "Well they are not under his control! Strange one of them may look, they are not under the influence of King Dainn's Crystal--" They interrupted her with nothing she says making them believe her. They kept on berating her, shouting and threatening to kill him as well as her if she doesn't abide to their wants.

"They are male! They enslaved every female they came across thanks to King Dainn!"

"They're probably spys!! We need to get rid of them!"

"Everyone is dead, and we're supposed to trust these ponies!?"

Octavia was trying her hardest to gain their trust, but nothing was working. She was used to drawing in a crowd for enjoyment, entertainment. Survivor politics were not something she was accustomed to.

"Alright, shut up the whole lot of ya!!" This silenced both Octavia and the mares making the shouting match. "I could care less if you like me or not, and you should care less if I'm a guy with a dick or if I'm a lady!! What matters most is that we get out of here as soon as possible!!" This gained their attention, listening to the strange and almost hairless creature. "This whole disaster has brought on the worst in all of us, but we don't have to be that way! What we will do is bring out the best in us and get out of this together!" He stepped closer to the mares, some of them backing away with caution. "Now you've seen how bad things can get,and how quick they can get that way. Well they can get a whole lot worse! So we're not going to fight anymore!!" Featherweight nodded, agreeing with what he was saying so far. "And we're gonna find a way to get out of here! Understand me!?" Most of the mares nodded, the female caribou doing the same. "Good. Now get some rest. You need it after experiencing what you've been through."

The females all spread out, picking spots to rest and reevaluate themselves.

Octavia went up to him and smiled. "Where did you learn to speak like that?"

Frank smirked. "Just a few words I picked up from a buddy I met during movie production, nothing too fancy."

Featherweight chuckled. "Well, at least it worked. All we can do now is plan for our next move."

Frank nodded. "Guess my vacation will have to wait a bit longer."

Author's Note

So yeah, after more than a couple of years I finally updated this fic. Hopefully I can keep this going, as this was a project I wanted to do for a long time. I have no excuses to give as they will just sound just like that, excuses. I'm gonna keep writing this as best I can for as long as I can.

So yeah, two new zombie types are a thing in here now and more will come. Psychos will come back again, though they will be spread out in a couple of chapters and not one each, as that will give me too much strain.

Also added in another couple of references, so hopefully you guys will get them this time. :P

See you all in the brighter later.