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                   Zombies in Equestria                    
                    -by FanOfManyShows-                    
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                    You don't remember?                    
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You don't remember?
Greetings, I'm Iron Wind, I am in pain, I couldn't tell what is causing it, and right now I could see nothing but blackness. I could hear a muffled word, repeated over and over again. I was sure I was dead, but that voice ensured me that was not the case. But it was annoying. "Sorry Sorry Sorry!" She repeated over and over. I opened my eyes slowly, a blurry mare appearing. Yellow, red mane, a really nice purple bow on her head. It was ruined by a blood splatter. Wait, what was she sorry about? "Oh good, he's awake."
I got up shortly realizing there were other mares there as well, one orange with a purple mane, the other white with a pink and purple striped mane. There was also this banging headache I had. There was only one question, well two to be precise. "Who are you?" And the other question, well... I would've asked it had this mare not spoken.
She looked at me confused. "You don't remember us?"
I was suddenly rather concerned with that question, but I wanted answers to my question, so I asked again. I shook my head as a response to her question, then asking: "No, now can you answer my question?" I asked in an intentionally demanding tone.
Apple Bloom sighed in combination with a groan. "I'm Apple Bloom, she's Sweetie Bell and she's Scootaloo." She said, gesturing to whom I assumed were the ponies she was naming. "And I'm so sorry f-f-for..." She stammered, then trailed off.
I raised an eyebrow, I was sure I looked more confused than demanding right now, but I was trying my hardest to look demanding. "Sorry for what?" I asked, sounding intimidating to even myself, it showed on Apple Bloom's face that she was also intimidated.
She sighed deeply, opened her mouth, shutting it again. Sweetie Bell placed a hoof on Apple Bloom shoulder she whispered something I didn't quite pick up, it lead to Apple Bloom to smiling, breathing in deeply and then speaking. "Sorry for hitting you on the head with a shovel."
Fury, Suddenly know why my head hurt, although the pain was subsiding now, and why all my memories except my name are gone. I was angry, no more words needed. "WHAT?!" I yelled, my voice cracking, I coughed clearing my throat. "What?" I asked a second time.
Apple Bloom leapt back falling onto another pony, orange like Scootaloo, but with a yellow mane with a nice little red bow, but she looked rather worried at me. "Calm down."
"I suppose I should recognize you too?" I said rather frustrated at this point.
She nodded with a nervous expression, yeah she should look nervous. "Yes, why do you ask?" I shook my head and she face hoofed.
I pointed to Apple Bloom. "She hit me on the head, with a shovel, thinking I was a zombie. I remember nothing about anything, except my name."
"Oh great. Well, either way you should come inside or your yelling might attract zombies." She looked to Apple Bloom who was rather nervous right now.
I face hoofed upon the realization that I had no idea what zombies were either. "I have never heard of those."
Surprise was on that large orange mare's face. "You've never heard of-" I cut her off with a nod, knowing she was going to say zombies. "Come with me, I'll explain it on the way to the barn."
I followed her. "So who are you?"
It should've been seen coming at this point, but she sighed and turned her head to me. "So you don't remember anything?" I nodded at this question for the last time, if anypoint was to ask this again, I was going to not answer it. "I don't know how well I can take that. It'll be just like when we first met."
I smirked, letting out a snicker. "Maybe it'll be just as great as our first time."
She blushed, I was wondering why.. "I don't know, our first time wasn't that great." She replied, making me snicker.
My snickered turned into a chuckle. "Okay." I breathed in deeply in the attempt to stop oncoming laughter. "Let's be serious, what's your name?"
Her smile shrunk a bit in disappointment. "It's Applejack, and your Iron Wind. You remember that right?"
"Yes, a name isn't usually something a pony forgets." I said with a shrug. "The thing is, I can't remember anything else, but my name, how to speak, breath, etc, I still know how to remember basic functions." I said letting out a disappointed sigh. "I would like to know what zombies are right now, might be important."
"Well, ever since ten years ago, ponies don't die and stay dead. They come back as zombies, and still decay naturally."
I nodded, as if I got it, which I didn't. It was probably best I didn't ask how that worked. Not yet anyways, I may find out on my own. Maybe when I turn- Nah, rather not wait until then. "But do they remember anything from before they turned?" I asked immediately realizing how horrifying that thought was right now, especially being in a situation where I had no memories. I was sure I looked like I was horrified at the thought.
"No, but they can't speak either. So don't fret about it." So I was showing how terrified I was. Nice to know, slightly awkward though.
That idea wasn't something I wanted to hold onto for long. "Good, I thought for a moment I may have been a zombie."
Applejack seemed to be chuckling for some reason, I really hope it wasn't anything on me. "You sure look the part." She said, before looking around my lower waist behind me."Hey, you went out to Ponyville for supplies; where did they go?"
"I don't remember. although by now it may not be that surprising." I said with a chuckle, Applejack chuckling in response. We walked through the field of grass that surrounded us. Approaching the barn, it grew closer to us, which really set in how tall the thing was. I hadn't seen a barn before, maybe that was a side affect of my memory loss, an odd sense of nostalgia was flowing over me.
I approached the barn doors, Applejack placing a hoof on my shoulder, shaking her head. "Those lead to where we keep the animals, the door that leads into the house is over here." She explained pointing to a normal looking door. I smirked, following her as she walked away to it.
I followed suit quickly, didn't want to get left behind, and besides I was already following her. These other doors she was leading me too looked more of a entrance than the others, it definitely looked like a door only a pony could use. We entered inside the house, I entered first, the interior looked rather good for a barn. "It looks better on the inside." I spoke without intending to.
Applejack chuckled as she passed by me. "You said that the first time you were here."
I shrugged with a smirk. "Yeah, I kinda forgot." Applejack chuckled while I maintained my smug smile.
"You've never been this funny before."
Okay, my smile dissipated a bit. Was I rude before my head injury? Or did I just lack comedy all together? Two questions I would rather get answered later, since my comedy didn't matter that much to the situation. Actually I wasn't even trying to be funny. A smell caught my senses leading me to sniff the air to find the origins, it wasn't the sweat and blood that covered me, it was apple pie, good I recognized that at least. "Apple pie?" I sat down at the table. "I've never had that before." I looked to Applejack as she sat down. "Or do you remember differently?"
She nodded with a slight frown. "We ate the same flavor often, you wanted some variety...." She looked at the table. "You went out to fetch food for that, leading to now."
Applejack smiled taking a bit of her pie as well, and then. "Iron Wind! Applejack!" A wild Apple Bloom appeared yelling out our names. "Zombies are roaming the field!"
I was panicked and excited at the same time, I had forgot what a zombie looked like. So it'd be interesting to see what one looks like, again. But Applejack just ran over to grab a shotgun. I got up as well. "Could I help?" I asked, pulling out a crossbow from behind my back, I'm shocked I knew it was there.
Applejack shook her head. "No, you might have forgotten how to fire that thing!"
I shrugged, shook my head, but then turned it into a nod. "Maybe." I shrugged one last time. "But it might be like riding a scooter, I can't forget how to do it."
Applejack face hoofed, in a way that implied she just gave up. to easily I might add, was I pushy before this? "Fine, but if you miss a single shot, you have to give me ten bits."
"I don't have any bits on me."
She looked at me smugly. "Then let that thought motivate you."
I smirked and ran out the door. pulling my crossbow to my eyes, having to stand on my back two legs, it felt strangely more comfortable this way. It didn't really matter though, it was a better stance to use, although really hard to walk around in, I quickly figured out how to though, I fired my first shot at the first zombie, it looked familiar to me in some way, a single yellow pegasus, one that lacked most of its wings, definitely stood out from the rest. It may have been the military uniform though, and it had a name tag, unfortunately it was to far for me to read it. I fired, the bolt causing their head to explode and send bits of brains and skull and flesh all over the place. The body fell to the ground, dead. I fired my next shot ripping clean through another zombie's ribs, and it looked like it can out the other end, ew, but it wasn't enough; The zombie was still walking, but was walking towards me now. I fired another shot landing in the eye and tearing clean through but leaving a large portion of the zombie's head intact. That was enough to kill it, making it clear to me that the head was the only way to kill them. with this information I shot another zombie in the head, and another, killing nearly all of them. "Hey!" I yelled out to Applejack. "Do you have ten bits on you!?"
She stepped outside to see me nailing every shot. "This doesn't mean you're just as good of a shot as you used to be!"
I turned my head to her. "Of course it doesn't." I said, smirking as I managed to shot one without looking at it. I hadn't even known it was there. I was just smirking for comedic effect, although my unintentional naiveness lead Applejack to laugh loudly. There was a loud and sudden shot gun sound that seemed to instantly attract the attention of all the zombies at once. "I hadn't gotten his name yet." I pointed to the source of the shotgun noise, the window at the top of the barn.
Applejack snickered seeing me yet again show naiveness. "Big mac."
I pointed one of my hooves up to him. "He's a better shot than me." I fired a shot at a zombie as I spoke, without looking at it, and it was nearly 20 feet away. "From that height." I added.
"I'm sure you'd be just as good." She said chuckling, it was almost not understandable under her holding back laughter.
I pointed a crossbow point blank to another pony wearing a military uniform, their name tag ripped off. They had rather grey hair with blood scattered throughout it. Although that didn't draw attention away from the partially visible bits of skull along with their blue coat color. Firing something that close to a face was something, it went clean through, although most of the ones I fired previously did too. Well I would ask why but they were a zombie, and their head was gone. I reached back to reload my crossbow again, but realized I was out of bolts. "Considering the current state of the world, I can see why." I lifted my cross bow up, hitting a zombie across the head. Doing nothing other than ripping it's jaw off. I hit it again caving in the skull.
Seeing that my crossbow was not a weapon for melee fighting. "Big Mac, We need your help here!" She called out to Big Mac for his shot gun.
Probably, I wouldn't know, I do know she was definitely calling out to him for help. He shot out all the zombies in front of us. managing not to hit us, despite using a shotgun, which made me wonder how he was able to be so accurate, with a shotgun. "See? he is a better shot than me."
Applejack rolled her eyes, I chuckled when she did, knowing the answer involved my past knowledge; when I hadn't lost my memory. "You're just as good a shot as him. Mostly because a crossbow is more accurate."
I lifted my crossbow onto my back with a smile. "Just as good a shot? I want to be better!" I said jokingly.
Applejack didn't seem to take it as much of a joke. She blew out a raspberry as she walked out into the field.  "You've said that before."
I rolled my eyes with a chuckle, it was becoming to much of a running joke for me. "I'd rather not be told that constantly."
She turned her head to look at me. "I'll make sure too."
Before I opened the door, I turned to her. Wanting to make sure of something. "Where are you going?"
"I'm making sure the gate wasn't left open, by you." She explained closing the gate.
I chuckled and entered into the barn, turning around to be greeted by the living room. Apple Bloom caught my eye, sitting there and eating what ever pie was left over. It surprised me that a second ago she was outside. "How did you get inside so fast?"
She paused eating and shrugged. "I learned from the best." She said with a smile, resuming eating her pie.
I sat down at the table, looking down at the empty plate I had sat in front of. "Any idea who that would be?" I asked while taking the opportunity to get more pie.
She looked at me with her eyes, with her head still turned down to her plate. "Pinkie Pie. We don't talk about her." She turned her head up to me.
I shrugged, I took the pie scooper, scooping up the pie as it's purpose. And putting the slice on my plate. I found it to convenient that there was only one slice left. But I was hungry, and I had forgotten whether or not I had ate. "Could you please explain why?" I asked calmly as I scooped a piece of my slice to eat.
She rose a hoof to speak, Applejack opened the door as she came in. Apple Bloom placed her hoof back down. "I could, but I would rather not right now."
Applejack looked in between the two of us. "What are you talking about?"
"Pinkie Pie, and why she shouldn't take about her." I was quick to point out.
Applejack looked at Apple Bloom rather surprised, more than I expected. I more expected her to explain it wasn't a big deal, since Pinkie Pie doesn't sound like that bad of a pony, but that's just from the name. "Apple Bloom! Ever since last year's fiasco-!" She breathed in, as if holding back something. "I told you not to bring that up."
"But he doesn't remember!" Apple Bloom stood up to eye level with Applejack.
She swung her hoof in the air. "It doesn't matter if he doesn't!" She shouted before I could ask what she was talking about. "It would cause him to freak out!"
"Wh-"
"Does it matter?!" Apple Bloom interrupted me as if I wasn't talking, or there at all, making me growl in anger.
But before I could speak again. Applejack spoke. "UGH! His memory loss is only making this discussion more difficult."
"HEY!" I yelled out furiously. "What are you two talking about?!"
The two looked at each other. Applejack let out a sigh. "Iron Wind, Pinkie did something to you. We've all been rather tense about it."
I nodded in understanding. "I understand, if you don't want to tell me. I'm fine with that." I stood up walking to the stairs, having no idea where they lead, other than upstairs. "I'll go now/" I actually regretted saying that. I wanted to know, especially if I had forgot. Knowing that I was missing something, something I should remember, it frustrated me, and it was all Apple bloom's fault.  I got a glance of a window through an open door, it looked like some ponies room.  Didn't know who's. It looked dark outside. Earlier it was dark outside, but it looked darker now, how long were we yelling? Didn't matter. I might as well take some time to sleep. Maybe a shower first.
The bathroom wasn't took hard to find, there were toothbrushes and a mirror. "Ew." I was disgusted by my own appearance. Grey mane, grey body. Definitely wasn't somepony with genetic variety, even my eyes were grey. My hair looked rather decent despite this, but it was ruined by blood that had scabbed, it wasn't mine, I think, I am now unsure if that shovel caused a physical head injury. Better reason to shower either way. Once I took of my shirt I noticed that there was a bandage around my midsection. "Should I take that off?" I wondered out loud. Having forgotten its purpose, or how long it was on, I decided not to hoping it was water proof. "Nah." I vocalized my decision as I stepped into the shower. I turned the knob with my hooves to hot, the water poured down my mane causing it to cover my face.
The water turned red from the amount of blood that covered me, soon it turned brown once it started cleaning the dirt. I squeezed some soap onto a hoof, rubbing it into my other one. using the two to rub it into my mane. I was surprised that they still had soap. "Agh!" My eyes stung, but were closed. Soap got in my eyes rather easily. I waved my hooves around for the towel, I pulled it towards me as soon as I felt it, drying my mane and face with it. I placed it back on the rack, now able to see. I continued the shower after this, for quite a while.
I felt rather clean from this. The bandage didn't suffer much, it was just soaking wet, a bit irritating to have a wet object around my waist, but I was able to deal with it. I was as dry as I could be, I stepped out of the shower seeing a clock that sat on the wall. "9 pm?" I shrugged. with no other context for what time I should sleep, I decided this time may work. I opened the door and proceeded to leave the room, and find mine. Ah nice, I spotted Big Mac coming up the stairs, I could ask him. "Which ones my room?" He pointed to the left of the bathroom. "Thanks!" I walked over to my room, the door was wide open. Clothes laying on the bed. Which reminded me, I went to grab my clothes from the bathroom, realizing the door was closed, and Big Mac was inside. I shrugged, he might grab them when he leaves. I went back to my room and let myself fall on the bed with a thud. I threw the clothes off the bed and into a corner, and drew the blankets over myself. I closed my eyes to sleep, and hopefully I wouldn't lose my memories tomorrow. Or during my sleep.
~~To Be Continued in chapter 2~~

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                    Gathering Supplies                     
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Gathering Supplies
I woke up from my sleep, luckily I could some what recall the previous day, so I knew I hadn't earned some form of amnesia. I rolled over to see Applejack sitting on the edge of the bed. She turned around to look at me, standing up suddenly. "Oh um... mornin'."
I got up, not to surprised at this, clearly something had been going on in between us before I forgot it. "Hey." I said with a groan. I climbed off the bed, the floor creaked as I stepped on it.  I let out a yawn stretching my hooves. I looked around the room, brightened by daylight. Which strained my eyes, instinctively rubbing them until they got used to it, I eventually got off the bed, to turn around and look at Applejack. "I think this question is obvious, but why are you in here?"
"Wanted to make sure you were okay, you did get hit on the head with a shovel." I shrugged, at least there wasn't  anything going on, cause as far as I knew, that was highly unlikely, her being a farmer and all. That or she just lived here, and hadn't worked here before this mess, one of the two. I turned around and headed out my room door. "Is there any food?"
Applejack walked past me and out the door. "Well we haven't even made food yet."
I shrugged. "Would it be pie?" She smirked and nodded. I knew after a while, I'd be annoyed from the constant flow of it. "Do we have any helmets?" I asked walking out the door looking around.
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"I just figured, I could go out for supplies, and with a helmet,  so there's a smaller chance of losing my memories again." I said with a light chuckle, while tapping my head with a hoof. "Ouch!" I rubbed the spot, realizing that was actually where Apple Bloom hit me. "Maybe an ice pack too." I went downstairs Applejack followed behind me.
"We don't have one, so you'd have to get it."
I was already down stairs, realizing my weapons holster was upstairs. Upon this realization, I head back upstairs quickly, grabbed it, rushing down stairs, I grabbed my crossbow, and a bag for the stuff, I got to the door, and turned around. "I'm going to try to get supplies again, Apple Bloom, ask me if I am a zombie before hitting me, if I don't respond within a minute, I am likely a zombie."
She stood up off her chair, and walked over. "Maybe if I came with you, I wouldn't."
I looked up to Applejack who nodded, I looked down to Apple Bloom. "Yeah why not?" She and me walked out the door, closing it behind us. "We should try to get back before sun down." I looked around, wondering which direction I should go, then I looked to apple Bloom. "Do you know where I should go for supplies?"
She nodded. "Just follow me." She walked along the path, I followed, while the path seems obvious from the start, i figured that it might not be the right way, despite being literally the only path out of here. We got to the gate, and just jumped over it. Then continued along the path, the meer jumping over that fence got me on the thought of wondering how the zombies never did that themselves.
We continued our route, to a small town ahead of us. I wanted to ask what it was, the town had no signs for it's name, which was rather strange. I looked to Apple Bloom. "So, what's the name of the town?" I asked pointing to it.
"It's called Ponyville, you lived here before we found you." She looked to my waist, at that bandage that was around it.
My ears rotated towards the sound of a growl.  I looked in the direction of it, I lifted my crossbow, pulling back the bolt. But my shot was taken, by somepony else. They look at me in their hood, glancing over at Apple Bloom. "What are you doing with this loner?" She asked stabbing the ground with the end of their rifle, having a knife poorly tapped onto the end.
"He's a close friend" I looked in between the two of them.
They took their cloak off and- a lot of hair flowed out onto the back of her cloak. "Really, Iron Wind? friends with your family?!" She pulled a bat out, with some sort of magic, and hit a zombie besides her in the face with it.
I stepped in front of Apple Bloom. "Do you two have something to work out?" I asked, lowering my eyebrows to look serious.
She seemed to growl as she looked to my waist and pulled her rifle out of the ground, and walked away. "It's not something that can be worked out." She gave me a glance, to my waist. "Not any more." She pulled herself to the ground, the cloak shuffled around, and wings sprouted outwards as she took to the sky.
"What." Was my one word to this, I felt the urge to follow her, instinctively trying to fly after her and- "Wa- AGH!" fell flat on the ground.
"What are you trying to do?" She asked, almost sounding nervous.
I looked up at Apple Bloom. "I don't know, I felt like that would work." I explained as I got up from the ground.
She looked around and pointed. "There!" I looked in that direction, seeing a hospital. "Medical supplies can be found easily there!" She wandered over to it.
I followed her. "You sure? ten years is a really long time for medicine to not expire, or not get raided."
She turned her head to me. "We can still get something from it..." she explained turning back over to the hospital. We kept walking, having to use a few rocks to smash in the glass doors, before we found out how easily they opened.
I was a bit creeped out by the dark hallways, blood spread about the walls, clear signs of bodies being dragged along the floor, converging towards a surgery room. "Apple Bloom, do you think it'd be a good idea to split up?" I asked turning to her.
"No, that's a terrible idea."
I nodded with a chuckle. "Thought so, I was just thinking that maybe-"
She put up a hoof to interrupt me. "No, covering more ground, as a group, is safer." She explained.
I pointed to the room, with the blood smears on the floor going under the door, which was closed at the moment, and there was a window into it. I peeked inside, seeing a pink pony with a large straight mane sitting down, facing away from the window. "Let's see who that is." I said tapping the glass, she turned suddenly to the window, eye wide open with a stare of death. She never moved from where she sat.
Apple Bloom shook nervously at her appearance. "That's Pinkie..."
Pinkie pressed her face against the glass. I walked past, to the door and turned the knob, it was locked from the inside. The pink pony turned around and wandered to the center of the room after turning on the lights. "I need to do something." picking up a knife.
I stepped back seeing the rather bloody room, a rainbow haired cyan pegasus torn open on the surgical table, no signs of organs missing but many limbs missing, including signs of missing wing. "Let's go Apple Bloom!" I said starting to walk away, grabbing Apple Bloom we left and tried looking else were for supplies, eventually leaving the place. I looked back to the hospital, hearing a loud metal thug. "We still needed medical supplies, but there is a bad place to go." I looked back over to Apple Bloom. I shrugged, pulling out my gun. "Let's talk to her, maybe some company will help her."
"WHAT?!" She yelled I looked to her, surprised she could yell that loud. "She cut off your- AGH!" She stopped, now leaving me to wonder what it was, did it have something to do with the bandage around my waist? "I'm going back home, and don't worry, I know how to keep an eye on myself." She trotted away.
I grumbled a bit, walking into the place. The entrance was beaten up, vines overgrowing the place. "Maybe Apple Bloom is right, and what did Pinkie cut off?" I walked around a bit, thinking as I walked further inside. I saw the room she was in earlier. I walked inside, blood was everywhere, some hair was on the floor, I heard weeping from outside. I followed reluctantly.
In the nurse's office I found Pinky sobbing over a corpse, of the earlier Pony. "I'm sorry." She turned back. "For your wings."
I tilted my head in confusion. "You must be confused, I am an earth pony."
She chuckled, causing my to feel an odd twitch on my back, in two locations. "You don't know?" She tilted her head, looking to my waist. "I did save you, but you thought it was revenge for hurting me." She looked to a large bandage on her leg, must have been recent. "You were bitten on both of your wings, I had to cut it off to save you." She looked to the rainbow colored gore spectacle of a pony. "She was bitten many more times. But I cut off too much, so she turned and attacked me." She looked at her bandage again, turning her hoof revealing a bite mark, it was more recent than the bandage, in fact it was ripped around the teeth marks. "Are you squeamish?"
Already shocked by knowing my wings was chopped off by this pony right in front of me, sure it was to save me, but that idea was frightening, I backed off frightened. "I wouldn't remember, but I killed a lot of zombies back home." I grimaced as she reached for the knife again, she had brought it with her. "I'll need help to bandage it up, I'll likely faint from the pain or blood loss."
"Just do it then." I said turning away. "Or I cou-" My ears turned, so did my head, Pinkie was screaming so loud... I was sure I'd go deaf.
I heard another sound once Pinkie hit the floor in pain, it was a pony dragging itself across the ground to us and I turned to see it, and a blood trail behind it. It was being followed by a oddly slow group of zombies, but then it occurred as they got closer. The old ponies here turned too, why would that happen? were they bit before death? I didn't care to find out right now because running was a better option. I picked Pinkie up, and ran outside. "WATCH OUT!" I heard Pinkie yell as a zombie threw a hoof at me, I pulled out my crossbow, out of ammo so I decided to hit it's face so hard, it scraped away skin and broke its jaw causing it to flip it's head back, ripping open it's neck from the force, and I didn't react a bit. Must have not been squeamish then. I was grossed out, but I wasn't rushing to cover any arteries in my body. "Hurry! I'm bleeding out!" She cried me looking to my side to see it drenched in blood, I ran out the door as fast as I could, finally escaping.
"Twilight! Can you try to help!?" I yelled as the horde broke down the entrance wall, the removal of this wall caused the top of the building to collapse onto the zombies. "So much for supplies." I said with a really hefty sigh.
And suddenly a spear hit Pinkie sending her flying off my back. "AGH!"
I turned to Twilight, staring angrily at me. "Oh buck." I got down to Pinkie pulling out the spear. Luckily by the looks of it, it only hit the leg Pinkie chopped in half earlier. Guess losing more of that leg woul- well actually it would hurt, a lot likely. But then I realized something  about Twilight and how she could help... "Twilight, surely having a horn means you can fix her up right?" I asked pointing to her horn.
"I can't magic the hell out of everything! My magic knowledge has it's limitations!" She yelled as she walked over. "She's insane now anyways. She can only hear 'voices'." She said using quotation marks made by her hooves, however you do that. "Words spoken by some 'dramatic reader' about this world we are in, whatever that is about. I wouldn't risk letting her survive around a sane pony, it might affect you."
"I already lost my wings! Not much else panic could be caused by stuff like that!" I yelled getting closer to her face. "Plus she saved my life, sure it meant losing my wings. but she cut them off so I wouldn't turn into a zombie!"
She rolled her eyes. "How can you trust something if only one pony told you? What if she removed your wings while attacking you, or because 'the story said so'." She said mockingly while I growled in response. she scoffed and walked away. "You deal with her yourself, and you can't bring her home either, think about how Applejack will react." She said, spreading out her wings. "Don't blame me if you turn insane. Because I did warn you."
"They'll worry if I don't return, so I have no choice but to go back to them." I looked to the fainted Pinkie, blood on the ground having spread quite far because of how much time we spent talking. I let out a sigh hoping she wasn't going to turn. "I'll have to risk it." I lifted Pinkie off the ground, groaning from the strain. I walked all the way back, encountering no zombies, having been ten years, it was entirely likely most of them died. But who did it... In fact, who caused this? was it magic? if it was that maybe Twilight could fix it if she knew how, but I don't remember if she had any magical abilities at all, and If the group back at home kicks me out, and Twilight doesn't help, I would have to figure it out myself. Soon I'd find out... I got to the door finally, I reached a hoof up. Knocking it four times, then Apple Bloom hit Pinkie with a shovel right after the door opened enough for her to see Pinkie. "APPLE BLOOM! Now she might not remember us!"
To Be Continued.