It should have taken days to get to the city at the speed we were walking, yet as I shook my head to clear the haze that had gathered and focused on my path I found we were little over an hour away. Where the hell had the time gone? There was no way we simply walked fast enough to skip straight there, I'd lost days. It was bad enough when my thoughts weren't right, but now I was losing time?

What was going on with me? A side effect of being resurrected? Or of my sudden appearance in this world? Or was it that Celestia bitch's fault? Or even the Necromancer's? I just didn't know. I walked with the crowd until I had to stop as the crowd of undead in front of me stopped moving. I began to push and struggle against the crowd, eager to taste the flesh of the living.

I shook my head. No! I am not mindless! Focus! I looked above the heads of the dead and saw the city's portcullis was down and there were Guards throwing spears and firing down magic blasts. Without thinking I simply lifted my rifle and fired off shots until they were all dead, some falling down outside the walls of the city and quickly being converted into one of us.

I smacked myself across the cheek. Focus! I didn't need to kill them! They were just...ah, hell. They would have killed me. Is my unlife worth hundreds or thousands of living lives? What the hell am I even doing here? I thought about leaving but quickly found myself needing to be inside the city. The fuck was that?! As if this entire thing isn't complicated enough!

I let out a sigh and absentmindedly reloaded my rifle. I glared down at the firearm, when the immediate mindfuck is over I am going to find out how I keep doing that. I winced as I heard the portcullis start to snap over the combined force of...I don't know...a hundred or so undead? I sighed as the hoard moved forwards. I might as well see where this ends. I clearly can't leave, but I...I hated being helpless to stop this.

As the hoard shambled through the ruined portcullis I followed, following some urge deep inside. I didn't know what I was doing anymore. My thoughts were my own, except when they weren't, I didn't know which was which anymore, the only thing I could do was see this thing through to the end, however bloody that may be.

I heard shouts and screams as the undead began their attack and feasted on the flesh of the living. I felt pity for them, I wished there was a way to help...but I couldn't, what could I do? They were too many, more than there were in Ponyville. I was helpless yet again. I followed the crowd of zombies, finding them all heading the same general direction, towards the castle. The occasional groan or screech from the hoard being my only communication with the army I found myself wrapped up in. I tried my best to ignore the blood pooling on the ground, there weren't too many killed, thankfully, yet there was an odd pony or two who thought that their home was the safest place for them, I even heard one yell about how they should have 'gone with the rest' up to the castle grounds.

As we passed through one of the streets I saw a bridge coming up and several Guards on top of it holding some sort of cauldron as four others protected them from the zombies coming from either side of the bridge. As the first set of undead started to pass beneath them one of them shot some sort of fire from their horn into the cauldron before they tipped it over the edge, burning liquid, possibly tar, pouring onto the undead in front of me. I held back and backed off as another cauldron was brought forwards and the process repeated. A third cauldron was brought forwards, but before they could continue with their plan the zombies broke through the line and onto the bridge, there was a scream as the defenders had their throats torn out. Not a second after the contents of the cauldron was set alight did were the ones holding it attacked and fell back, as the zombies started gnawing at their flesh the contents of the cauldron spilled out, and I heard screams as they burned alive.

Well...it was a good idea while it lasted. Poor bastards.

The walk continued, the zombies from the bridge spilling over the edge and into the street to join us, crushing a few other undead in their path. Undead morons. The streets were looking more high class and emptier now, it seemed that the living had escaped further up to the castle. From there the hoard went off in different directions, I decided to stick to the one going straight forwards, after all, it worked for me so far. So we walked and came across fuck all, until we saw some Guards off at the end of the street, some of the zombies began lurching ahead to get their fix of flesh first.

That's when a transparent glowing wall appeared and started coming our way. I slowed down, distinctively not liking the look of it. And two seconds later I was proved right as it fucking vaporized the two zombies at the front of the pack. I stared for a few seconds before my survival instincts kicked in, and, seeing as I didn't want to be turned to dust I dived through the nearest window I could, as I crashed to the ground I saw two ponies run into the next room. Standing up I brushed the glass off me and pulled out the odd shard sticking into me. Once I was clean...ish, I made my way after the two. The house was...kind of nice, not something completely high class, but it was certainly up there.

I sighed and went after the two escapees. I just hope they decide to escape rather than fight me. If they ran they just might survive this whole thing. As I entered the next room I let out an internal sigh, the stallion had a spear pointed at me as the female seemed to be incapable of doing anything but shivering. I blinked and for a second the stallion was in Guard armour and in the town I died in. I blinked again and everything was back to normal. Add few years to the face, less muscular, yet there he was. The Guard that had tried to save my life.

"Well, this looks familiar." I said with a smirk.

His eyes widened in shock and he dropped the spear, "You...you can talk?!"

"Should I get ready to be stabbed in the heart by some psycho bitch again?" I chuckled, poking a finger into the stab wound in my chest. "Or are we past that at this point?" I pulled my finger out and flicked off the black gunk that had either replaced my blood or my blood had become. "Because that was not as fun as it looked."

"You...how...you can't be!" He stuttered. "How can you talk?"

As I opened my mouth a zombie suddenly surged out of the room behind them and made a beeline for him. I didn't have time to react as it took a bite out of his side. As he screamed in pain his wife lifted a knife in her magic and rammed it up to the handle into the zombie's head. Seeing him bleed, something in me just acted and I tackled him to the ground and sunk my teeth into his wound. His screams brought me back to reality and I practically threw myself away from him.

I slapped myself across the face, "I...didn't mean to do that." I muttered, feeling sick. Yet...he tasted good.

He fell to the floor and started convulsing, blood pouring out of his wound. This...this was not good. "V...Velvet..." He whimpered before he fell limp.

Oh, shit. Fuck. This...this was bad. After a few seconds of silence his wife burst into tears. I felt bad for her, but it wasn't like I could just go over and do anything, was it? His body suddenly began twitching violently.

As his body rised from the ground I steadied my bayonet. I wouldn't let him kill his own family. That would destroy any remaining part of him if he ever knew, and I owed him for at least trying to save my life all those years ago.

As the eyes opened I found they were a sharper, more peircing, yellow than the glazed over look the rest of the undead had. He looked at his wife and opened his mouth.

"Velvet? Honey, what happened?"

I just stared, "Oh...oh, sweet baby Jesus, you can talk."

He blinked, "What?"

"Stay here. You need to eat-" I slapped myself across the face. "Stay out of sight." I turned to his wife, "You. Look after him, if he starts acting odd knock him out or run, he might start thinking killing and eating you is normal." I headed for the door.

As I opened the door I heard a shout, "Wait!" I turned and saw the stallion staring at me, "What are you?"

I shook my head, "Later." I left the house.

I rejoined the rest of the heavily diminshed hoard as we approched the castle. From there it...was painfully simple. The Guards weren't able to hold us off for too long. Once inside the castle the hoard just followed the path of Guards and we eventually approched a large set of double doors with a good two dozen Guards standing guard. As before they were no match for our pure numbers. They put up a good fight, but in the end we killed them all. The undead began pressing their forms against the doors. They held. Temporarily. Cracks could be heard coming from the other side and the doors soon burst open, the undead falling to the ground as they did. I looked into the room and saw a group of Guards going with a mass of civillians into a room behind a throne. That's when I saw the bitch. The one who murdered me. As the last Guard entered the room she kicked her throne and the wall slowly shut. Now all that was left between us and them was a murderous whore, five females who were clearly untrained, a...I think that's the dragon that I saw in a picture in Ponyville, a Guard in purple armour, a pink Alicorn and some prissy looking white unicorn.

As we slowly moved forwards I did a quick headcount and realised that the thousand or so we had in the beginning had been whittled down to just over two hundred. Not ten feet away from the rest of the living we came to a stop.

"Hold it right there, monstrosities!" The white unicorn yelled, bringing up two swords in his magical grasp. "You will not take another step, nor spill another drop of innocent blood this day!" The others in the room were staring at him in surprise. "As a member of the Canterlot nobility I know I am both overprivilidged and overaprricated for the lack of positive character I hold! Yet I will not let that continue this day! I will protect the innocents with my very life! I am a noble, a royal! My name is Blueblood and I will not let you take another life this day, demons!"

Well...that was a speach and a half. Really. Too bad it won't stop this plague of living death. No...there's got to be a way to stop this! It's the final room! This is it! I have to do something! As I was thinking I noticed the crowd of undead parting. Curious I looked over and saw a small group of undead carting over two ponies. A purple unicorn and a blue Alicorn. Ah, shit. Why do I get the feeling that those are the two that sick fucker wanted us to...violate?

My succpicions were confirmed when the five females (mares?) shouted "Twilight!" whilst the murderer shouted something along the lines of "Sister!" Yeah...I hate being this helpless! At least back home I could at least punch someone! As the zombies put them on the ground and placed their teeth at their throats one of them walked forwards and was immedietly shot in the head with magic by the white bitch. A rock with some weird symbol on it fell to the floor and slid closer to the living before coming to a stop. A few seconds passed before a light shone from it and the Necromancer appeared above the stone in some sort of...hologram looking thing.

"My, my, so rude Celestia." He laughed.

"Bone Weaver?!" The white bitch shouted. "You're behind this?!"

That's his name? You're kind of stuck with being either a doctor or Necromancer with that name. "Of course I am! You thought that I would just sit back after you ruined me?!" Oh, Christ, please tell me he isn't doing this because of some cliché reason!

"Why?! You've violated the basic rules of magic! You've killed hundreds! Why?!" Celestia began to cry. Oh, so when it comes to Ponies life is sacred, but I was all to easy to kill?!

"You made me a LAUGHING STOCK! YOU TOOK AWAY MY STUDIES, THEY WERE EVERYTHING TO ME! You really should have seen this coming, you peace loving fool." ...Yep, fucking cliché reason for this.

"Your studies were on Necromancy! It is forbidden! And for a good reason, look around you, what good can come from this?! You're a lunatic! You're the same failure you were when you studied in my castle!"

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to both create a zombie virus and bond it to those risen by magic?!" His projection snarled. "I deserve recognition!"

"You deserve a padded cell!" The blue pegasus yelled.

"SILENCE, WORM!" He roared.

"So all of this is just some petty revenge?" The dragon muttered.

"My revenge is NOT PETTY!" Wow. He's...really childish.

"Doesn't look that way to me," Oh, dragon's going savage, "In fact this is downright foalish, what, did throwing a temper tantrum not get you enough attention?" He was just smirking the whole time. In the face of a zombie hoard.

"SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING!"

"Aw, did little Boney get upsetty wetty? Come to daddy, I'll make it all better." I...I like this kid. He's probably going to end up dead, but I'll keep him company when he's a zombie.

"BE QUIET! YOU DON'T KNOW ME, WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH! YOU'RE JUST A CHILD!"

"And yet, still more mature than you."

"THAT'S IT!" Bone Weaver roared, all his attention on the little dragon. "I'M GOING TO SLAUGHTER EVERYONE YOU LOVE!"

The Guard suddenly tackled the two zombies off the hostages. As he tumbled to the ground with one he suddenly let out a cry of pain and I saw a zombie sinking its teeth into his back. The dragon sprinted forwards and helped the unicorn up, whilst Blueblood did the same to the Alicorn and Guard, before running with her back to the survivors. Huh, so that was the plan, distract the psycho Necromancer. Nice.

"NO, NO, NO!" The Necromancer roared, childishly. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"

The purple unicorn put on some sort of crown and along with five others rose into the air and started glowing. The fuck? A rainbow suddenly appeared from them and crashed down onto the undead, the bright light forcing me to look away. When the light died down the zombies were all dead. And not in the zombie sense, it was as if whatever had returned them to life had been suddenly stripped away.

They fired another rainbow. And another, and another. Then it seemed it was my turn. As they fired it up again something in my mind told me to run away from it. To come back and slaughter them in their sleep later.

Fuck. That. Throwing caution to the wind I surged forwards and let the rainbow crash into me. It was fucking painful! It was like I was being killed again! Everything from my ruined heart to my brain burned in a blaze of colours, yet, strangely, I felt completely at peace. The light faded away and the haze I hadn't even know was there was stripped from my mind.

They saw me still standing and started whispering amongst themselves. But I just looked down at my hands. I felt disgusted at myself. What the hell had I been doing?! Killing people for defending themselves against the undead?! The fuck was wrong with me?! I would have done the same thing! Why hadn't I even thought of shooting down the undead?! Why?! What did that dickbag do to me?!

"Hm?" The Necromancer's projection muttered. "Hah! Looks like that one's immune! You're dead. Kill them all, minion!" I just stood there, fists shaking in rage. Who the fuck did this bastard think he was?! "Hey! Minion, I ordered you to kill them! Hurry up already! Oh, and if you kill any of the princesses and they don't come back as a zombie bring them to me, I need a new cum rag."

"Shut up, you disgusting wretch!" I roared. "YOU'VE MADE ME A MURDERER! I KILLED INNOCENTS BECAUSE OF THAT SHIT IN MY HEAD! I'M GOING TO FIND YOU AND RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF! THEN I'M GOING TO SKULLFUCK YOU!"

They just stared at me. Then, without a single, fucking moment's hesitation I turned and flicked my rife from semi-automatic onto fully automatic and turned before shooting a full magazine into the crowd of undead, dealing with the immediate danger, but they were replaced by the time I reloaded. I looked behind me at the gawping ponies, "What're you waiting for?! Fucking kill them already!" I shot down the zombies as the ponies started to react, revenge could come later, I couldn't let that freakish bastard's plan come about. What would my family think of me if I did?

"No, no, no, no!" The Necromancer started screaming, "STOP THAT! STOP IT NOW! I COMMAND YOU! YOU'RE RUINING MY BIG MOMENT!"

"Whoop de, fucking, doo." I grumbled, unloading another magazine into the crowd.

"How exactly are you talking?!" The smaller princess, Cadance if I remembered correctly, asked.

I looked back and shot down the odd zombie crawling along the floor, "I don't know. Let's just be glad I am and that I can think clearly again!"

"What?"

"Later!" I yelled, reloading and opening fire again.

Really, it seemed like I could do little more than hold the hoard back, every zombie I killed was replaced. I needed to take a bunch out quickly. Shame my rifle was my only weapon.

Blueblood was diving through the crowd, seeming to be in his element, cutting and laughing as the undead fell around him. I made sure to keep an eye on him, just in case he was going off the deep end. Although he did make sure that the dead didn't reach the rainbow shooters, buying them time to keep firing rainbows into the crowd, even as they were panting and sweating up a storm. He soon found himself surrounded by undead. I gave a grin and flicked back to semi-automatic before shooting down the zombies around him.

He looked my way and flashed me a grin, "I must thank you properly later, my undead saviour!"

I chuckled, "I'll take a strong drink as payment!"

"You and me both!" He cheered before leaping back into the fray.

Thankfully we all managed to take them down rather quickly and without losing a remaining life. Mostly thanks to the rainbow shooters, as they took down at least half the hoard for us. On the downside it meant I had no idea what was going to happen to me.

"YOU THINK THIS IS OVER?!" Bone Weaver screamed as the last zombie fell. "I'M ONLY JUST BEGINNING! THE DEAD SHALL RISE AND BY MY HOOVES THE LIVING SHALL FALL!"

I sighed, "Come up with some original material, fuckface." I shot the stone he was using and it shattered, dispelling whatever magic was keeping the projection there.

I checked on the Guard, it woundn't do to have him turn and kill us all now. "The good news," I said, "Is that you're not going to turn, the bite didn't peirce your armour." He gave a sigh of relief, "The bad news is that it's going to hurt like a bitch for a while seeing as you have metal sticking into your back."

"That I can deal with." He muttered.

"Fair enough." I said, watching the sea of zombies on the floor for any signs of life.

The purple unicorn took off her crown and stared at the dead. "We...we killed them all..." She sounded surprised.

I saw a twitching hoof of a nearby 'dead' zombie and put a bullet in it's head. They all jumped and stared at me. "What?" I asked, going around, kicking the dead zombies and subsequently shooting them if they moved.

After I was sure they were all really dead I flicked the safety on and made my way up to where the rest of the ponies were. "What are you?" The pink Alicorn asked.

I shrugged, "A zombie. But beyond that I was an innocent that was murdered by a heartless bitch, one of you ponies killed me for merely living."

There were shocked gasps, "But...but who would kill somepony like that?" The purple unicorn asked.

I sneered, "Why not asked your fucking whore of a princess there? After all she murdered me." I hissed.

"What?!" Purple cried. Okay, that's it, fuck this!

"You!" I pointed at her. "Name!"

"W-what? T...Twilight Sparkle." She seemed jumpy.

"Right, I'll remember that. Look, I just showed up and that BITCH shoved a spear through my heart!" I spat.

"There were extenuating circumstances!" The bitch tried to defend herself.

"You're right! I saved a town from being slaughtered, surely I must have been a true villain!" I scowled at her for a few seconds before sighing, "Forget this." I punched her in the face. Hard. She fell to the floor and looked up at me, blood steadily flowing down her face. I offered her a hand, "Look, we can settle our differences later, right now we have an apocalypse to stop." She gave me her hoof and I pulled her up, "But we are going to settle this, and I can't promise I won't beat you into a bloody pulp."

"And I can't promise you that you'll live past that day." She shot back.

I smirked, "Bitch please, I'm already dead. So we're off to kill us an undead army, huh? Now that sounds like a party!"

Author's Note

I just noticed reading through this that for some reason I always give Spike some savage burns to use. I...don't know why. Maybe so he's not pathetic? Or maybe just because I like him?

And Blueblood's not a bitch or punching bag here because I see that way too much.