This is the END

by Silver Butcher

One Big, One Little, One Mini

Previous Chapter

Spike and Winnie were sitting in silence, a few undead could be heard outside their room, but judging by the occasional scream they judged they weren't the only ones in the town.

"The other day I saw a Griffin," Winnie whispered and held up her hands "New 'contestants' are shipped here every few days from the main city but Gumshoes only sets off winter at night or if a new one walks through the barrier on their own."

"OK, so this Gumshoes sounds like a...jerk, why wasn't this place an apocalypse when I arrived?"

"Undead are easy to Shepard, Gumshoes used speaker system to coral undead, they usually used to guard the outer perimeter of the city,"

"And this city?" Spike asked.

"Use to be Comand center for Stormking, but after he fell it was taken over by the Dragon Slayer Spike," the look on Spike's face told Winnie she had hit a nerve. "You know of him?"

"Yeah, we've met," Winnie looked at him and he turned away so all she could see where the bandages covering the left side of Spike's face, the red lens sticking out gave little away, she could just see his pupil shining behind it but it was reflected red and it gave nothing about his expression away. "So now what?" Spike asked, Winnie was about to answer when suddenly a loud blaring noise sounded in the hall and they had to both cover their ears as a static voice cried out.

"Come on now Bites! the games no fun ta watch, you got's a run and fights to keep them Biters from gettin's you!" As soon as the speaker sounded off the sound of breaking glass was heard and Spike jumped to his feet, he grabbed the satchel of Winnies stuff and tossed it into his larger bag.

"We gotta move," Spike said as he opened the door, the groans of the dead could be heard both above and below them.

"But the dead..." Winnie started when Spike looked back at her with a serious look in his eye.

"Are all gonna be swarming us, we move now or we get stuck in here with a tiny slab of wood protecting us from an entire hoard!" Hearing that was all the motivation Winnie needed and she followed Spike to the stairs as a Zombie Griffin smashed its way in through a window down the hall, Spike made it to the first floor first and was instantly met with a Zombie Earth pony jumping him, mostly out of shock Spike swung his metal fist at it and smashed through its skull.

"Oh yes," Spike said before turning and finding a total of 9 more making there way to him "Oh fuck no," He amended as Winnie made it to the floor, a 10th Zombie was making it's way through the window when Spike grabbed a chair and used it as a battering ram and mowed a line through the hoard, Winnie was on his tale when one of the ones he missed grabbed at her only to greeted with a chair to the face. A second one approached and Spike grabbed his Knife tail with his robot hand and rushed it, taking it down with a simple slash. "There we..." he started when another one managed to touch Winnie, her reaction was instant, she let out a blood-curdling scream and ran to the door, breaking through it with ease in her fright.

"Winnie wait!" Spike cried out as she slid out after her, the snow was freezing and was slowing but both Winnie and Spike were on too much adrenaline to notice, Winnie out of fear for her life, and Spike out of fear of losing track of her. Winnie barreled past Zombies and ended up running into an alley, she slid to a stop and blink.

"Oh no, I forgot about Mr..." She was cut off from her worry when Spike swooped her off her hooves, a few dozen undead following after him.

"Alright," Spike said, his voice barely audible through the wind "Never do that again please," Winnie gave no reply as she pushed herself as far into Spike's grasp as she could, Spike repositioned her so his robot arm was free and continued to run, Spike's tail limply waving behind him with a fair number of the dead grabbing at it. In front of them was a fair number of the dead piled up on each other swatting at the air.

"Mr.Spike," Winnie said when she saw them.

"If I slow down there gonna get my tail," Spike put his metal arm over Winnie and rushed at the pile, who turned their attention towards him but not at him, Spike blinked when he saw there target, who had intern seen him and was making a B-line at him, after a moment Spike felt something smoosh against his face and he plowed through the hoard, he felt something clinging on to his forehead but ignored their new companion as he focused on hiding, the horde chasing them having collided with the hoard trying to catch their new friend, Spike slid and ducked into an empty restaurant. he shut the door and rushed to the kitchen, he slid to a stop breathing hard for a second before taking a quick look around and spying his prize, the metal door of a kitchen Fridge, he opened it and was met with the cold air that wasn't nearly as cold as the air outside, Spike walked in, shut the door, and quickly locked it he set Winnie down and sat down breathing hear, Winnie looked at Spike, then her eyes darted to his forehead and she jumped back, Spike held up his hand and their new friend moved to it, he moved his hand and looked down and the shivering Breeze, it was decked out in winter survival gear and even had a cap to hid her antenna from the cold so Spike pinned she had been stuck here for at least a while, she was a tan color with an orange mane.

"Oh mate," She said much to Spike's surprise "When I saw you rushing at me it was like a dream come true," after taking a deep breath she stood up and took off the top of her snowsuit and shirt, giving Spike a more than generous view of her body as she gingerly tucked her cold wings into the tiny snowsuit she looked back to him and found him staring at him blankly. "What?" She demanded as she zipped herself back up, "my wings are freezing, and it's the dam apocalypse out there," She patted her chest and said proudly "My Name is...well," the Breezie faltered for a moment before giving Spike a determined look "...my old name died with my team and my way of life, new friends, new world, new name, You can call me Adira," Spike recognized the meaning and smiled.

"Ah, strong, noble, and powerful, an excellent choice Adira, my names Spike, oh and by the way, your Equestrian's flawless" She smiled at him and pointed at his other arm.

"Nice arm," She noted "Is that armor or..."

"This is a robot arm forged using the scale and bone of my old arm, same goes for my tale blade,"

"Smart," Adira said with a head shake "Not only that but I see you've chosen to forgo being a giant and went with a more compact body type, didn't know Dragons could change that but I must say it makes you one hell less of a target," Adira turned to Winnie who had watched all this happen in silence and frowned before asking in a much softer tone.

"Hey, there kid, what's your name?"

"I'm Wandering Winds, but my Mommy liked to call me Winnie," she said, repeating the same introduction she had given Spike, Adira turned back to him and he nodded at the obvious question she wanted to ask.

"Oh honey," Adira said and motioned for Winnin to get close, she did and Adira did the closest thing to a hug she could manage with their size difference. Spike looked around the fridge and began looking around at its contents.

"Well," He said after a moment, "Most of this stuff is still good for another week, and ain't no Zombie's getting us in here so..." Spike took off his bag and got to work writing a very short note "...hopefully Trixie can at least try and solve this before then," Spike went to the door, opened it slowly and then sent the letter before locking it again. "Alright, so I guess we should start with finding a safe way for all three of us to get around," as Spike got to work planing with his two new friends they were all unaware of a small lens in the upper corner of the fridge.

"Ah," Gumshoes said as he looked at the footage "Gots to say I'ms impressed, none to many bites makes it to the fridges, and what a team, Big Bites, Little Bites, and Mini Bites along with the outside helps, oh I hope theys making it to me, they be making good pet's, but maybe better trophies,"