No More Room In Hell

It was a cold Monday morning during December, the cool breeze blew through Washington D.C. The sun and its rays were blocked out from the accumulation of grey clouds. What seemed like a normal snowy day in Washington was interrupted by cries of the undead as they crave for human flesh. Several kilometers South of the White House, a swarm of UH-60L Blackhawks carrying a whole company of US Marines, flew over the rotting city while being escorted by AH-64 Apache helicopters. They were en-route to protect the ongoing evacuation.

The commanding officer of this company was no other than Major Adam Jenkins. Adam Jenkins was a proud US Marine, he served in Iraq and Afghanistan for God knows how many years. He has endured the toughest of situations, but nothing like this. No matter how hard you trained, nothing can prepare you for a global zombie infestation. His second in command was Captain Joseph Urbani. Joseph met Jenkins during training, ever since then they brothers. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Major! We're fifteen mikes out of the LZ." Notified the pilot.

"Washington Command this is Major Jenkins, 5th Marines, Bravo Company, callsign "Archangel", requesting permission to enter restricted air space, over?" Hailed Jenkins.

"Archangel", permission granted, proceed to evacuation point Charlie and provide assistance, over?"

"Understood, "Archangel" out."

"Lock and load people! Its time to send these undead fuckers back to hell!" Hollered Captain Urbani over the comms.

As if in unison, Marines began to load their weapons, from simple pistols to shoulder fired rocket launchers. Jenkins himself began to go over his gear. He began my loading his M4 Carbine with a ACOG sight and a M26 Modular Accessory Shotgun System. Next was his M9 Beretta, a simple standard issue sidearm courtesy of the US Army. He also had three M67 fragmentation grenades, two M18 smoke grenades, a combat knife, and some extra magazines.

"Archangel"this is Whiskey 1-1 of the 160th SOAR, callsign "Rogue", entering restricted air space near your position, how copy? Over."

"Whiskey 1-1, good copy." Jenkins replied. "Your here to evacuate the civilians too?"

"Yes sir. We got four MH-47 Chinooks ready for pick up."

"Copy that, maintain course heading North bearing zero-three-zero, ETA to LZ is T-minus thirteen mikes."

"Roger Wilco, Whiskey 1-1 out."

As the cluster of helicopters flew towards their objective, the weather seemed to worsen. The wind began to pick up causing each heli to vibrate, snowfall began to worsen. From small, floating, individual snowflakes to pebbled sized snow, traveling at speeds that could fill up a tennis court in mere seconds. According to weather charts, today was just another cloudy day, not a blizzard. Shit just keeps better and better doesn't it?

"Archangel! This is Bravo 2 Actual, we need immediate assistance! Over!" Screamed the comms while gunshots and explosions could be heard in the background.

"Copy Bravo 2 Actual, ETA twelve mikes." Jenkins replied.

"We don't have FUCKING TWELVE MINUTES! We got multiple-- scratch that, we got a fuck ton of Zeeks outside our perimeter! If you don't get here now, we will be nothing but A PILE OF FUCKING CHEWED UP FLESH!!"

"Overlord this is "Archangel", are there any other QRF units in the vicinity?"

"Negative, all other units have been deployed. You're all thats left." Replied Overlord.

"What about CAS? Or artillery units?"

"All available aircraft are RTB for R&R. All available artillery units are either overrun or are out of shells." Sighed Overlord. "Like I said, you and your men are the only ones left."

"Bravo Actual to all units, Broken Arrow! I say again Broken Arrow!"

"This is Alpha 1 Actual, we are pulling back! I repeat we are pulling back, the left flank has fallen!"

"Badger 1 to all units, we are out of shells! We cannot respond to any more fire missions at this time! We are pulling back to BP Ginger."

"This is Washington Command to all units in the vicinity! Olympus has fallen! I say again Olympus has fallen! All remaining troops are to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" A bloody scream ran through the comms catching everyones attention. The sound of gunfire could be heard, soldiers barking orders as they open fire on the endless stream of the undead and the occasional of tearing flesh could be heard. Then all of a sudden silence could be heard. Then nothing but static echoed through the radio.

All the Marines on board just sat there, dumbstruck. One could only imagine what could be going on inside their heads.

"It's official, Washington, the Capital of the US has fallen.... Its over." Spoke a young Private.

Jenkins just sat there, trying to accept the fact that Washington, one of the most protected cities in the world has fallen to the undead. There was nothing else to do. No.... They were still here, they could still do something, something meaningful.

"No." Spoke Jenkins as he broke the silence. All the Marines in the bird turned their heads and stared at him. Like a lion stalking its prey just before the kill.

"Sir?"

"I said no." Jenkins stood up and looked at his men in the eye. Each one bore sorrow, hopelessness, fear. "This shit ain't over."

"But sir, you heard the chatter.... Washington has fallen."

"Who the fuck cares? Just because command said to 'GTFO' doesn't mean we should turn tail and run. We have a job to do, and that job it to extract civilians as well as ANY remaining military personal regardless of the consequences." Jenkins paused for a moment, his men bore expressions of worry and confusion. "There are men, women and children, fucking children out there that need our help. So are just gonna sit here with our dicks out whining like a bitch? Or are we gonna show these fuckers what for? Oorah?"

"Oorah!!"

"What the fuck was that!? OORAH?"

"OORAH!!"

As the company makes it's way to the frontline, or whats left of it. Another civilization in an alternate dimension is facing a similar problem.

Ponyville, Equestria
Same time frame as Washington

Today was ment to be another cold Monday morning, a morning were many Equestrains would be going to work, foals would be going to school and everypony would go about their business. But today was different. The dead, many which were former townsfolk, wandered aimlessly in search of something, anything to fill their cravings. Nopony knows what or how this bloody incident started, but one thing was certain... The apocalypse had just begun and it seemed that nothing could stop it. Trapped and surrounded in the town square now converted to a CCP (Casualty Collection Point) were the Element's, Spike, the CMC and several other civilians struggle to keep the dead from barging into the building. An evacuation of Ponyville was under way and the Royal Guard managed to secure the train station for an evacuation, everything seemed to be going well until a horde that was six times the size of the entire population of Ponyville arrived. The Guard, now short on manpower and weapons were making a last stand at the station, a message was sent to the princesses in Canterlot for reinforcements, but it would take a miracle for them to arrive on time.

"You still with me Twilight?" Spike question Twilight who had created a shield around the building.

"Ya I'm still here Spike. But I don't know if I could hold on any longer." Replied the young alicorn, almost drained of magic. The dead were were barraging her shield with their blooded heads and hands causing her to flinch in pain.

"Where's Discord when ya need him?!" Exclaimed Applejack.

"You called?" Discord replied while forming out of thin air. "Oh by the way, in order to deal with a zombie you have to hit it in the head."

Rainbow Dash facepalmed. "Ugh! Why didn't I think of that?"

"What d-do you mean?" Spoke Fluttershy in between sobs.

"He means." Twilight stated in pain. "In order to survive this ordeal... Lethal force is required."

"So in other words... We have to kill them?" Rarity gasped. "Thats absurd!"

"I know! So only Discord and I will perform such a task."

"You know I can't do that. Right?" Stated Discord.

"Well you're gonna have to!" Retorted Twilight. "Because I can't hold out any more!"

The shield began to flicker and cracks began to grow faster than being mended. If Discord didn't do anything now, there won't be anything left of them.

"Alright fine, theres no need to be so fussy about it." Discord snapped his fingers and a strobe light and a radio appeared out of thin air. "Hopefully Bravo 2 Actual won't mind me borrowing this."

"Who the hay is Bravo 2 Actual?" Questioned Applejack.

"I'll tell you later." replied Discord as he began to focus his magic in his palm. Twilight on the other hand was preparing a shockwave spell that would scatter the surrounding infected so it could buy them some time to get out of the town square.

"Now Discord!" The Shield finally gives way.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Yelled Discord as he shot a boost spell straight into Twilight's back.

Now reenergized with magic, Twilight didn't hesitate as she created a ball of magic in her palms and smashed it straight into the ground. A blinding florescent light shot out the town square in all directions.

As the group regained their eyesight, Twilight, now exhausted from her overuse of magic collapsed into a heap on the floor.

"Twilight!" The girls yelped as they rushed to her aid.

"Is it over? Are they gone?" Questioned Sweetie Belle.

Her question was answered in the form of a moan followed by another and another. "Well that answers that question."

The infected shook off the blinding effects of the spell and began to harass the windows and the entrance with their bloody limbs. All hope seemed lost, Discord on the other hand just smiled. He adjusted the frequency on the radio and pressed the button on the side.

"Hello? Can anyBODY hear me? We need immediate assistance! We are surrounded by the infected in the town hall. Please Help!"

"What are you going about Discord? What in tarnation is that thing" Muttered Applejack while pointing at the radio. "Not to mention how are you so calm about this?"

"You'll find out soon enough my friend." The group rolled her eyes at his statement. Little did they know, approximately five minutes away, South West of Ponyville was a fleet of metal birds that they summoned... And, they heard their call.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell was that?" Shouted the Black Hawk pilot. "Where are we?"

"I don't know sir, the GPS is FUBAR." Replied the co-pilot. "Not to mention that Comms are too."

"Whats going on?" Inquired Jenkins.

"Don't know sir. Everything seemed fine beforehand."

"Alright, maintain course and get us bellow the cloud cover. All Platoons report in."

"1st Platoon ready and waiting."

"2nd Platoon awaiting orders."

"3rd Platoon standing by."

"4th Platoon locked and loaded."

"All platoons are reporting in sir." Reported Urbani.

"All units be advised, we have lost contact with Command and are flying blindly. GPS and Comms are down so we're gonna have to do this the hard way." Ordered Jenkins. "Maintain current heading and await further order--."

"Hello? Can anyBODY hear me? We need immediate assistance! We are surrounded by the infected in the town hall. Please Help!" Came a male voice over the radio.

Everybody perked up as their ears were suddenly assaulted by the new voice. "This is Major Jenkins, 5th Marines, Bravo Company, callsign Archangel Identify yourself."

"My name is... Dis-DAVID!! Yes David, my friends and I are trapped in the town hall. We need help!" Replied the man.

"Alright just stay calm sir, we'll be there soon, just hold out a little longer." Replied Jenkins in a soothing tone. "We'll be arriving South West of your position. Archangel out.

"Major! We're bellow the clouds now." Informed the pilot. "I got eyes on... A... Settlement. Sir I don't think we're in D.C. Anymore."

"Ya think!?" Replied the co-pilot.

"Do you have eyes on the town hall?"

"Yes sir and there is a lot of infected."

"Sir! There's and evacuation attempt at the train station." Interjected the co-pilot. "They're not fairing well. Not well at all."

"Vulture 1-1, 1-2 clear the infected around the town hall. Vulture 1-3, 4, 5 ,6 provide air cover for the evacuation." Began the Major. "Whiskey 1-1, 2, 3, 4 land behind the civilians and get the onboard. 1st, 2nd and 3rd platoon will fast rope down behind the defensive line, 4th platoon will do flybys in the birds in the mean time. Understood?"

"SIR YES SIR!"

And with that, the fleet broke off into their separate groups and began to rain hell upon the infected.

"Alright we're in range, light em up!" Barked Vulture 1-1's pilot.

"EAT LEAD MOTHER FUCKERS!" Screamed the gunner as he pulled the trigger and the 30mm chain gun began spewing out lead into the horde like there was no tomorrow.

"This is the end... Never really thought we'll go out this way." Mumbled Rainbow.

"This was bound to happen eventually, it was only a matter of time." Came a random civilian.

"It's been nice know'n y'all." Spoke Applejack as she tipped her hat. "Guess I'll see you folks on the other sid--."

Applejack was cut off by the sound of distant thumping, not one of somepony hitting wood, but one of a rope being swung in the air at an astonishing rate. Not only did it catch the group's attention, it appeared to be coming closer, and closer. All of a sudden, the sound of thunder, explosions and whizzing could be heard. Everypony jumped at the sudden sounds of explosions and thunder, limbs and body parts were flying everywhere as infected blood splattered across the streets as well as the windows.

"Oh my Luna! What was that!" Shrieked Rarity.

"Look!" Pointed Sweetie Belle. "Its coming back around!" Looking up, the group spot not one, but two massive birds strafing the surrounding area. A series of flashed erupted from the nose of the bird leaving nothing but destruction in it's path. Pillars off fire were spewed out of a cylindrical piping just under it's wing. These pillars smashed themselves into the horde causing an explosion and rain blood and body parts.

"By the goddesses, what kind of bird could be capable of this?" Questioned a sickened Applejack.

"I don't think its a bird." Replied a now conscious Twilight.

"Over there! There more of those birds." Applebloom points toward the train station. These 'birds' however were different, these ones seemed just as large but they were carrying somepony or something. The birds began to hover above the train station before dropping ropes down it's sides. One by one these bipedal creates began to repel down from the bird, each one wore some sort of camouflage as wells as some kind of khaki body armor. They all wielded a black object in their hands, some differed in size as well as attachments. More of the same birds approached and began to repeat the same process. In total, there were at least 3 platoons worth of camouflaged, bipedal, masked creatures that stood at the height of a stallion if not taller.

"What are those things?" Questioned Twilight.

"They appear to be... Humans." Contemplated Discord.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"Yes, they are Humans, and judging by their uniform they are US Marines." Everypony began to stare at Discord in disbelief. "Is there something wrong?"

"GO GO GO!" Shouted Urbani as Marines began to repel down the Heli. "Create a perimeter and await further instructions!" Marines began to break off and head to their positions. Guards that were left to spare immediately took defensive positions in front of the civilians, many whom were scared shitless.

"Woah woah woah! Easy there mate!" Spoke a Marine Sergeant as several guards rushed him.

"Drop your weapons! Now!" ordered a guard.

"Not gonna happen smart ass!" Retorted a Marine.

"Why you undisciplined rasca-."

"ENOUGH!" Bellowed an authoritative voice.

"But sir-."

"That. Is. Enough Sergeant." A tall, bulky Earth pony stepped forward. His golden armor that shined brightly in the sun was covered in blood. His sword laid at his side, fresh blood slowly trickled down the blade and dripped onto the floor. He bore an expression of neutrality, his green eyes reflected ones of a veteran, a proper soldier. "Identify yourselves."

"I am Captain Urbani, 5th Marines, 2nd in command of Bravo company. And you are?"

"Captain Scorch of the Royal guard. Apologies about earlier, we're just on edge."

"It's quite alright Captain." Broke in Jenkins. "I'm Major Jenkins, active commander of Bravo company."

"Pleased to meet you Major." Replied Scorch. "As much as I would like to continue this conversation, we have civilians to evacuate as well as rescue Princess Twilight. Can you offer any assistance?"

"You have my full support. I'll deploy two of my platoons to your line, a third will protect the train station as well as the Chinooks.

"The what?" Questioned the battle hardened Captain.

"Those guys." Pointed Jenkins as the Chinooks landed near the station. "Load the civilians on those birds, we'll get then somewhere safe."

"Much appreciated Major."

Jenkins placed his hand on Scorch's shoulder. "Hey, it's the least I can do. Now come on, we got a job to do."

"YOU HEARD THE MAJOR! MOVE OUT!" Hollered Urbani.

"SIR YES SIR!" Squads of Marines began to take position just behind the guards. Civilians looked in awe as the newcomers jogged passed them.

"Tell your men to fall back." Scorch nodded.

"EVERYPONY FALL BACK! FALL BACK NOW!" As the guards turned around and began to run, they saw the line of Marines behind them and froze. "What are you waiting for?! RUN!" The guards finally broke their frozen state and ran to the Marines.

"Fire in bursts, go for the head. Fire on my signal!" Ordered Urbani. The last of the guards passed through the line, the dead soon followed. Step by step they came closer, and closer. The Marines began to grow worried.

"Sir..." Came a Marine Lieutenant.

"A little closer..."

"Sir."

"Hold...Hold!"

"SIR!"

"LIGHT IT UP!" Marines began to fire relentlessly into the horde, rounds bore holes into the infected, some tore off arms, legs, even heads. The guards behind cover their ears as the shots erupted into the day. "Use you 40 Mike Mikes!" Grenadiers began to lob HE grenades out of their M203 or M320 Grenade Launchers. Everypony looked in horror as the infected were being cut down like flies. Explosions from the Marines and the Apache helicopters sent nothing but bits of infected and dirt in all directions. Within minutes the infected lines were decimated, there was a clear shot to the Town hall. Major Jenkins looked at Urbani and nodded. "Vulture 1-3, 1-4 give 1st platoon an entrance."

"Rolling in." Replied the pilot. Two gunships flew over head, pounding the infected in a line that reached the square."

"1st Platoon on me! Move out!" Motioned Jenkins.

"OORAH!" Jenkins began to lead the platoon through open path towards the town hall. Hopefully the survivors are still alive. Hopefully.

"That was awesome! Scaring, but awesome!" Blurted Dash.

"More like disturbing." Replied Rarity. They were soon interrupted but the infected breaking through their barricade. Last of the planks came down and a sea of infected poured in. The grouped huddled together in the centre, each one muttering their goodbyes.

"MOVE IN! GO GO GO!" Everypony's ears perked up at the new voice. Then the sound of miniature explosions erupted throughout the room as bright flashes blinded their eyes. Then it ceased, everything went quiet, the group lifted their heads only to see bodies of infected spread around the floor as well as the bipedal creatures...In ...Digital camouflage. They stood there with smoking weapons, their eyes scanned the room as well as the bodies. The same voice rose up. "Clear?!"

"Clear!"

"Clear!"

"ROOM CLEAR!" The creatures began to eject a slightly bent rectangle out of their weapons and placed a duplicate in the empty slot. One figure walked up towards them, took off it's helmet and gas mask before clearing it's throat. "Who here is David?"

"Who here is David?" Jenkins asked but nobody replied. "Anyone?"

"That would be me." Attention was diverted to 'David'. He had the torso of a slender dragon body, his head held two types of horns. A fang protruded from his mouth and had oddly shaped yellow and red eyes. He lifted a... Lions paw? And waved while his... Claw laid at his side. "Yes I'm David but I prefer Discord."

Everybody stood there in silence, not sure what to do next. The silence was interrupted by the distant gunfire and the strafing gunships.

"We got your call, seems like we just got here on time." Spoke Jenkins as he fixed on his headgear. "Times wasting, we have to move. Now." Everybody nodded and began to stack up at the door. "Whatever you do stay in the middle of us, you fall behind you will be left behind. We cannot go back for anybody else."

Everybody nodded. "Alright, all units this is "Archangel", package retrieved, falling back to the line so watch your fire."

"Copy "Archangel", we'll cover you."

"Understood. Ready? 3...2...1... GO! 1ST PLATOON FALL BACK! DIAMOND FORMATION!" 1st platoon surrounded the group and began to dash across the open street. Each Marine fired at the closest infected, giving enough room for the group to move through while conserving ammo in each mag.

As they got closer and closer to line, more infected got in their way. Jenkins was firing away into the oncoming undead, then the audible click of an empty mag came. Without hesitation, Jenkins switched positions to the M26 and fire slug after slug into in mindless heads of the dead. Buckshot tore through flesh and bone some managed to go through multiple bodies. The platoon eventually made it to the safety of the line. 1st platoon began to reload their weapons and resumed the onslaught. "How's evac going?" Panted Jenkins as he reloaded his rifle.

"Not well, the civilians are scared." Replied Scorch worriedly.

"How so?"

"One would be you guys, two those metal birds and not to mention your weapons."

"Tell them to get aboard, if that doesn't work then shove them in!" Ordered Jenkins. "We don't have time whiny butt hurt civilians!"

"I'll see what I can do Major." Scorch returned to the station and ordered his men to shove civies into the Chinooks, literally. There was another problem, there weren't enough Chinooks to evac all the civilians. Thankfully Pegasi guards with large chariots arrived as well as a steam train. The remaining civilians were evacuated via chariots or train, with them out the picture the company can begin to pull out. 3rd Platoon pulled out first and then 2nd and 1st followed suit.

"We're aboard! Lift off now!" Shouted Jenkins over the Black Hawk's M240B's gunfire.

"Copy that!" Replied the pilot as he increased power. "Alright we're clear, orders sir?"

Jenkins was quiet for a moment, a moment that felt like a eternity. "Sir should we follow them?"

"hmm, I doubt these guys or horses have an airfield that can hold the birds but they're our only lead." Doubted Urbani. "It's your call sir."

"Sir! They're lifting off!"

"Well we have no other options, so we follow them." Sighs Jenkins.

The company regroups and maintains a safe distance from the chariots ahead as they returned to the Equestrian's Capital with the survivors. The steam train below can be seen accelerating out of Ponyville station. The only thing the company can do now hope, hope for a way back home.