“So uh, aren’t you a little young to be flying around alone?” The colt was saying, squinting into the horizon. Either he had miscalculated the last time he had actually passed a town, or time was moving extremely slow. More likely the former, but, he didn’t mind.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but having somepony to travel with calmed his nerves. The silence was better when it was shared with a friend, he supposed.

Frankie hummed in thought, slowly drifting above him. “Well, it’s kinda complicated, but I had to do something’ for my dad and I’m the faster flyer, so…” They trailed off, flapping their wings.

“Complicated?” He echoed. The pegasus frowned.

“Well, he needed some…supplies, so I zoomed over to the nearest town for some. He got hurt by one of those...zombie things. Last time I saw him he was fightin’ off a million of those fuckers-” Frankie stopped themselves, a hoof going to their muzzle. “Aahh, sorry! I shouldn't swear...It just gets me really heated, y’know?”

The colt stood there, frozen.

Zombies? Did he hear that right? Was this the overactive imagination of a child, or his worst fears coming true? Did that explain the sudden emptiness, the barren wasteland around him? He didn’t even know how long he was unconscious on that bus - it could have been hours, days, even. And somehow, he survived.

The pegasus turned back to stare at the earth pony. “...What? Swearing isn’t that bad, I just...” Their wings drooped in realization and Frankie landed with a sudden thump. “You don’t?-”

“You’re lying.” He interrupted. Whatever fear that had seeped into his expression was replaced with anger. Frankie opened their mouth to say something, but couldn’t.

“Trying to scare me again.” The colt mumbled. He glared down at the road, but he couldn’t convince himself. It was the most logical explanation for the sudden absence of society. How could they have been walking straight down the middle of the highway for hours with not a car in sight?

A few moments of silence passed between the two, the only sound being Frankie constantly shuffling their feathers.

Realizing it was pointless, or maybe out of actual curiosity, Frankie finally spoke up. “Uh...What's your name, again?” They asked.

“Ray.” With an agitated flick of his tail, Ray started moving again.

Author's Note

Sorry for the the wait - I had this chapter done, but wasn't satisfied with it until now. Also, finals.