Pastel Meltdown

The final condolence

It was a bright and sunny day. Birds were chirping happily as they flew from tree to tree, dancing in the embrace of the wind. The clear sound of stone meeting miscellaneous tools bellowed around as the buildings of Canterlot were being repaired. Bodies of the recently undead were still burning away in piles as the guards finished their duty.

Things started to gain normalcy and everypony was just relieved that the short nightmare was ending before it could escalate. Many who died were given proper commemoration for their bravery and sacrifice.

A plot was bought up by the princesses who had the dead buried there, all those mares, stallions......

.......and humans.

There was a clear bird’s eye view to the graveyard from Celestia’s room. As of late, she spent at least one hour every day just staring at the new graveyard. Four graves in specific she seemed to eye every detail of.

The four graves had a stone plaque in front of it. It appeared to be older than the graves, but that could be debated for another time. The plaque on the stone was inscribed with the Celestial and Lunar seals to show importance for what it had to say.

The four strangers of another place entirely. They gave their lives for a country that was not their own. Let their sacrifice never be in vain.

Let them never be forgotten.

Even though that plaque was constructed, few took much more than a glance at it as they went to mourn their own losses.

Though those that did were the ones that had been there for the most part. Shining and his men remembered to pay a visit to their graves at least once every month where they would just stand in silence, honoring the four humans.

The four graves had their own sayings engraved into the gravestones. It went in line from left to right:

Zoey - “Caring and deadly, she was a selfless and helpful soul. Rest In Peace.”

Louis - “Run or shoot? He never knows. Rest In Peace.”

Bill - “I’ll take a bullet for you not because I’m your friend, but because it’s the right thing to do. Rest In Peace.”

Francis - “I hate zombies, and you better remember that. Rest In Peace.”

The days following were very much going back to normal. Everypony fell back into line with the event falling to the back of their minds, ending up in the dark abyss of the forgotten.

...The forgotten, a place of darkness, yet of light. It’s all knowing faculties holding the secrets that were withheld by those who died with it. Both good and evil secrets, most unimportant, others that could decide the fate of the planet. All just bawled away there.

On the other side of its ever seeing eyes, was somewhere so familiar, yet so different to the first survivors who had been taken by the forgotten.

These were a group of four much like them, three males and one female. The lead man was wearing a nice white suit as he shot a hole into another zombie’s skull. A more thicker black one just batted a redneck looking zombie off of a skinnier, less educated human. The woman was with the man with the white suit and tossed a pipe bomb that started to attract dead like flies to a bug zapper.

The one with the white suit spoke up. “Well shit. Just another day at work.”

The end for real.

A/N: Thank you all who read this story! You guys are amazing. I hope you all liked reading this story just as much as I did writing it and I hope you all a wonderful day. To be clear there is not going to be a sequel for all of you who want one after this.