M.L.Z.

"Dash, that's insane, I can guarantee they got numbers on their side," said Apple Jack.

"So, we'll bait a small group of them to come to town," said Dash.

"Wait, let's say Dash's plan works out and we get the guns; won't they just attract attention? I think we should look for a more peaceful approach. Maybe those things will starve on their own if we can secure a base or something," said Pinkie.

"No, that can't work, we need to get rid of the infection quickly so that the rest of the population can survive. We might survive the outbreak that way, but if we do; where would we go? The world would be destroyed," said Dash.

"She's right, Pinkie and what if those ponies who attacked Zecora came to that base?" said A.J.

"More the reason to steal some guns!"

"Dash, where would we even get the ammo for those things?"

"I dunno, it looked like she was hit with a shotgun, so maybe we'd go to a gun shop,"

"Do you know how hard it is to find those things?"

"L.P. found it's way around gun laws, they got a couple,"

"Dash, do you hear yourself?"

"OK! How about we stop this exhausted conversation and do something productive!. Remember that loud banging? I can guarantee that was a shotgun. I say we look for it and plenty of ammo, then use it for emergencies. I have no real vote, so anypony who wants to grab that gun, raise your hand if you don't want to, don't raise your hand, if you don't have an opinion, leave the room with me, I'm gonna watch TV," said Pinkie, walking away. Zecora walked away with Pinkie, Dash and V1NY1 raised their hoof, and Apple Jack stayed seated.

"Alright, A.J., you lose," said Dash, looking smug.

"Dammit, Rainbow,"

                                                                                                                      -Two hours later-

"Nothing in his bedroom," said Pinkie. an infected who have been shot with the shotgun and was left with a misshapen arm, a broken leg and an open abdomen was sitting up against the wall. It began crawling towards Dash. It was a foal between the ages nine and ten.

"Shit, I thought that thing was dead," she said, kicking it across the room.

"Don't just kick it, finish, that thing," she said, crushing its skull. Everypony had gloves, a mask, sunglasses (or goggles), thick, tall horseshoes with their pants tucked into them, and a jacket. They wore so much because killing the infected results in a lot of blood. What if that got into your eyes or your mouth or a cut? Better safe than sorry.

"C'mon, he's just a kid,"

"It's not a he anymore even if, he'd die anyway,"

"Hey, you're gonna wanna see this, Dashie," said Pinkie in the garage.

"What?"

"Whoever this guy was, he had plenty of guns,"

"Holy shit..." Pinkie revealed five firearms: A 22. rifle, three 9mm pistols and a 12. gauge pump shotgun with six rounds per magazine. There was a box containing 20 22. rounds, nine 9mm clips and 18 live shotgun shells. They were all mixed together for some reason. "Oh my Celestia... why does it smell like shit?" There was also a dead body ripped in half, leaving vital organs all over the floor and a severed arm was thrown against the wall. "Pinkie, how can you breathe?"

"It's just smelly air, silly!" said pinkie pouring the ammunition into a small pouch of her backpack. "OK, give a pistol to A.J. and Zecora; I'll put the bigger guns in the pack. Also remember, only use them if you have no other choice, try to stick to the knife,"

"Will they fit?"

"There's gonna be stuff sticking out, but I'm sure they'll make it home," she said. Dash checked her pistol which held 4/12 rounds. Pinkie came out, holding a shotgun and having a rifle barrel coming out of the top of her backpack. The walk was short and simple with nothing to really talk about. Pinkie made a couple of jokes on the way to keep everypony in a good mood. V1NY1 was looking for a signal on the TV. Any news network or information was everything.

"OK, I'm gonna set up a window we can shoot out of, said Apple Jack, Going upstairs.

"OK, just don't use those guns," said Pinkie.

"So, now what?" asked Dash.

"V1NY1, how's the TV? Any working channels?" she asked, not getting a response. Dash got up and waved her hand in front of V1NY1.

"Huh?" Dash pointed behind her, toward Pinkie. "Oh, sorry what is it?"

"How's the TV?"

"This one's working, not sure if you can hear it,"  the channel clearly said that there were murders related to cannibalism in Los Pegasus and that Cloudsdale was 85% infected.

"Dad..." said Rainbow, shocked. "I have to go there,"

"Dash, you can't, you'll die," said Pinkie.

"Pinkie, you don't understand,"

"No, dash you-"

"I ALREADY LOST MY MOM, I'M NOT LOSING MY DAD, TOO," The room was silent. Nopony knew what to say or how to put it. Dash's mother died when Dash was 10. She was flying and somepony going at high speed hit her, breaking her wing. She plunged to the ground. When she was found, she was alive, but bleeding out and there was nothing anypony could do.