Pastel Meltdown

End Game

The survivors and two alicorn princess’ were finishing up breakfast, chit chatting on random and odd subjects.

It came to an abrupt halt as a unicorn guard slammed through the doorway. He was hurt and bleeding in many areas, others had bite marks. He spoke with tormented and ragged breathing.

“My princess’! The city is under attack! Some kind of creatures that walk on two legs. They.....We managed to find that they die from a good attack to the head but they have entered the city!” The guard started to catch his breath and two more came in after him.

“Guards, help this one to the medical wing and inform Shining Armor to have a battalion of the guards ready to go asap.” Celestia bellowed in her regal voice, strained with worry and dread.

One of the guards helped the unicorn as he limped out, the other ran out faster with a purpose of informing Shining of his new orders.

Francis’ features turned grim slightly. He carefully lifted his shotgun from under the table where it was meticulously lain. He started to walk out the way the guards left from when Bill spoke up.

“Francis, wait! Stop. We need a plan.” Bill pleaded with a commanding voice.

Francis just cocked his shotgun and said: “This is my plan: ain’t nothing undead gonna survive when I’m around.” He continued, unwavered as he got closer to the door.

Bill had leapt from his seat already and stopped Francis with a hand on his shoulder. He spoke up in a more parental and soothing voice, almost apologetic. “We need a plan. We can’t have things turn out like the nuclear facility.....”

Francis just jerked his shoulder away in frustration and responded. “We got a new life that is going to be devoid of undead. Now it’s being threatened before we even enjoyed it yet. Things won't be like then, I promise.” He made it out of the room and down the corridor in a quickened pace as he aimed to kill all zombies.

He reached the door leading to the courtyard, and in a muttered tone, he said: “I may hate horses, but I love ‘em a helluva lot more than zombies,” and with that, he kicked the door open and stepped out into the surprisingly chaotic-less day.

********** At the edge of Canterlot

Bodies lay about on the ground, some being picked at and nibbled on by undead, some just left to rot. The royal guard was being forced back as they shot bolts of magic and spears out towards the merciless zombies.

It was too little an accomplishment as they were still forced back by the numbers; even more so when most of their attacks had not killed the undead and merely stunned them shortly.

Everyone that was not a guard was taken back from the edge of Canterlot and moved safely further in. Few stayed and tried to aid the guard in protecting the fearful citizens that lay beyond the wall of the grand castle.

The left flank was being held with a unicorn leading them, clad in traditional celestial armor. He had a coat as green as a forest, with a mane as grey as graphite. He gave off this impression of leadership and showed it off by his vigilant eyes, making sure no cracks were in his line of defense.

“To the right! Two running up. One on the left, Jolly!” He barked. The guards followed his orders and kept alive by his eagle eye sight. One of the guards, more meek and helpless, stood next to him, merely making a few comments about the situation.

“Uhm, captain Eye Spy? I d-don’t think we can keep this up forever. M-maybe we should think about g-getting to safety?”

“I know what I’m doing, Fresco. Two on the left! We got three coming up the middle! I want two taking position over there!” Eye barked at a few nervous guards. Things were going to shit and he was going to be at the fine line keeping it at bay. He felt he was fighting a losing battle, but that didn’t stop him from doing what he could to defend the ponies of canterlot.

One of the fatter, stronger zombies managed to get a few preoccupied guards. It’s teeth shining off of the light out it charged towards Eye Spy at alarming speeds, its maw dripping with fresh blood.

Eye wasted no time and charged back at the demonic thing; his horn started glowing, alight with a deadly spell. The undead tripped as he got into range and its jaw fell into the horn, his teeth ready to crunch down on it.

Only......that never came; Eye Spy had fired off his spell as soon as his horn was enclosed by the zombie’s mouth and the back of the undead’s head erupted in magic, blood, and brain matter. It fell limp and he shoved the thing off. He looked around to see many of his guard’s already needed help, for most it was too late.

He attempted to save the ones he could from there, but it seemed to only delay their inevitable ends. He kept this up for minutes. Not until he noticed he was one of only a handful left did he finally see they failed, they had not kept the creatures back and it wouldn’t be long until the city was infested.

He was completely surrounded and it seemed for every one he killed, three more came to take their fallen brethren’s place. One rather pesky zombie managed to get close enough and grab hold of Eye Spy. The others were being forced back, too far to help him. He closed his eyes as he awaited the pain of death to come at him in full force.

The sound that was like a supercharged thundercrack sounded out. Eye Spy kept his eyes closed as he heard an odd sound following it, ‘chk-chk’.

After a few more thundercracks with that same sound quickly following it, he opened his eyes slowly to see that some of the undead had completely lost their heads, including the one about to eat him.

He turned and saw the strangest looking creature he ever laid eyes on. It looked like one of those creatures attacking, but different. This one was clad in a thick black leather jacket, he had these cutie mark looking things on his arms and held a metallic object in both his hands. He looked down at Eye while reloading the metal object with more smaller objects. These ones round and red with a hint of yellowish copper.

The creature spoke: “‘less you want to die, I suggest getting off your pony ass and start killing.”

The creature smacked an undead away with the butt of his object and then turned it around and clicked the trigger of it. It alighted and shot off a large amount of metal objects, effectively turning their head’s to something resembling swiss cheese.

Francis kept firing into the endless waves and soon, similar sounds came from behind, there were three others that were similar looking and had similar metal weapons.

Eye thought to himself. ‘When this is over, I have to figure out how those things work.’ As he shot a zombie’s legs off, it started to crawl furiously towards him. It reached out its hand just as he lifted his hoof up and brought it down, caving in the rather useless lump of meat that was its head. Brain matter stuck to his hoof as he shot off at more.

They seemed to lessen in number. It was a great relief for the captain to see this, but it wasn’t just that. They seemed to be purposefully falling back. What does a mindless creature gain from falling back?

He didn’t have time to question it further in his head as a very sharp, very metallic hand, jabbed straight through his chest.

Eye looked down and saw his blood drip out slowly, his organs sprawled out under him, two tears fell from his eyes both at almost the exact same time. He muttered one final word: “Fuck...” and the metal clawed hand pulled out of him as he collapsed on the ground.

The four survivors turned to where Eye Spy had fallen to see the impossible. It’s skin was such a dark grey it almost looked like smoke, it’s mouth was covered with a breathing mask connected to nothing. Its left arm looked like it’s right, only the left was made of metal and reflected in the daylight. Its face was all but gone and its legs were just bone, but it didn’t stop this zombie, not in the least.

With a demonic cry, it charged the survivors in a blind fury. Louis shot frantically at the thing, but the things skin was hard enough that the bullets just seemingly bounced off of the thing, leaving nothing but a few scrapes.

The zombie collided into Louis and sent him back against a wall, he fell to the ground as the others started firing off at it.

Bill spoke up, his voice commanding and strong. “Dammit! Get away from him, you unholy bastard!”

It turned around and roared out as bullet after bullet bounced off of it. The demonic zombie charged Francis this time, faster than when he charged Louis. It was getting closer and closer and Francis just stood there with his shotgun in his hands, he was unwavered by the sight of what might be his demise.

The monstrous thing was now only a few feet away from him; this triggered Francis into action. He outstretched his arm holding his shotgun and once it hit directly against the zombie’s face, he pulled the trigger.

The resounding shot sent it flying backwards into the ground. It grabbed at it’s right eye which was bleeding profusely. It started to get up when Francis stepped onto its chest and fired off at the creature’s other eye. This time a loud crack was heard and blood pooled at the back of the sightless undead’s head.

It lay motionless on the ground, unmoving after that last shot.

The zombies that had backed off seemed organized now that the survivors could stop and take a look at their surroundings. They were in a formation that almost seemed familiar to Bill and it disconcerted him at the sight of it.

But soon, a creature much like the previous one with metal enhancements, came walking up in a formal manner. The survivors clutched their weapons and prepared for the worst of it when the zombie stopped a few feet away, just safely out of reach of them.

This one pointed a bony finger at the four and, in an eerie and wretched voice, “Cooorrrrruuuupppptttt oonnnnnneeeeessssssss. Weeeeeeeee waaaaaaaannnnnt yoouuuuuuu...........” It stopped and took in a deep breath before screaming out in fury, “Deeeaaaaaaaddd!”