I woke up to a world filled with zombies, whatever the heck those were. At least I could recall who I was, no idea who these three mares in front of me are, where I am, how long it's been. But I woke up into this mess, and I'm going to survive until somepony cleans it up, and it's likely going to be me, Iron Wind, an earth pony.

Warning, Gore, lots of it.
This is a zombie fic dude, what do you expect?

I am also willing to tone it down the gore if I go too far to maintain this rating.