Pastel Meltdown

More color, Less zombies!

Bill awoke with a splitting headache and many questions. It was early morning it seemed, and the others were unconscious near where he was as well. Thoughts filled his head. 'How did we get here? How did we survive?! Was it all a dream? No. Impossible'. As Bill looked around, he saw that their weapons and most of their equipment were still on them from the fight with the tanks. Louis had no secondary, and Francis and Zoey didn't have their throw-able distractions.

Sighing, he stood up. He grabbed his equipment that was strewn about on the ground and decided to speak aloud his questions as they seemed to be in a forest. "Where the hell are we? And how did we survive?"

Zoey was the next one to wake up "What?" she asked groggily before looking around. "How are we alive?"

"Don't know." Bill responded as he checked his ammo.

Next was Louis who ungraciously farted himself awake. "Huh? whazzat?" He rubbed his eyes, quickly dispelling his grogginess. Upon looking around, he turned to Bill and Zoey and said: "I don't care where we are, I don't care how we survived. I just want my pain pills now."

Bill graciously tossed his bottle of pain pills to Louis who promptly took a few, tossing the rest of the bottle back to Bill.

Louis happily sighed, "Glad these work for headaches."

Finally, as if on cue, Francis woke up. He immediately jumped to his feet, shotgun in hand. Looking around, he saw how colorful the forest they were in was. "I don't know where we are.......but I already hate it."

"So what do we do now?" Louis asked, looking to Bill for an answer.

"No idea. I suppose we should probably find shelter and a source of food and water." Bill looked tired and worried. He was in an unknown location that could be crawling with undead and they were exposed just waiting here.

"Everyone stick together. Once we find a safe place to rest, we will mark that as our temporary camp. Keep on the lookout for zombies, but be careful and look before you shoot, we may find some survivors in these woods." They nodded, obviously having worries of their own about sleeping in an unconfined area that the undead could tred upon.

Bill looked towards the tree. On one side of the tree, moss was growing rapidly, the other was as barren as a regular tree.

"This way" Bill said, pointing towards the direction the moss was growing.

"And how would you know, Bill?" Francis asked, skeptical about his choice.

"Moss always grows on the north side of a tree, we just follow north and hope for the best. That is, unless you have a better idea."

"....."

"Thought not. Now lets get moving!"

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The day was warm and welcoming for Twilight as she woke up feeling relaxed and well rested. She sighed as she groggily got up, getting herself ready for the day. She went over to the mirror and grabbed her brush with her magic, half heartily brushing her mane in a attempt to straighten it out.
"Another day, another boring day." She muttered under her breath as she stifled a yawn.

"Twilight! Breakfast is ready!" Said a voice calling from downstairs.

"Alright, Spike! I'll be down in a minute!" She sleepily responded in what sounded like a groan.

Twilight half-heartily stumbled to the door, smacking into it by accident. With a loud yelp she fell onto her rear, rubbing her head with a hoof, and muttering a curse word under her breath.

Remembering to open the door this time, Twilight stumbled down the stairs, careful to avoid a slipup. Once down the stairs, she could smell the wonderful breakfast Spike had prepared. But that had not caught her attention as much as the smell of fresh brewed coffee.

Twilight came into the kitchen, a smile on her face as she trotted over to the table where her breakfast was.
"This all looks good Spike. Thanks again to my number one assistant."

Twilight graciously took a sip of her mug of coffee. She immediately dropped the cup with a yelp though, she had suddenly heard a loud screech coming from Froggy Bottom Bog. She muttered a few words, barely audible.
"Hydra...."

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"What the hell is that?!" Louis screamed as he jumped to his left, firing bullets at a large creature with four heads.

"It's a goddamn hydra!" Bill yelled as he tossed his empty m16 down, grabbing his dual pistols in the process.

"A what?" Zoey yelled as she ducked behind a rock, reloading her gun.

"It's a mythological beast thought up by the Greeks! Now KEEP FIRING!" Bill commanded as he shot one of the hydra heads in the eye. The head fell to the ground, dead, but dragged along as the hydra continued on its attack towards them.

"Why'd you have to shoot that tree and alert this thing Francis?! Huh, WHY!?" Louis screamed as he avoided the hydra's foot as it tried to squish him.

"Because I hate swamps! Why can't anyone understand that?!" Francis screamed as he shot the hydra's foot, effectively causing it to rear backwards.

The group took the opportunity and turned and made a break for the nearby road. "Time to go!" Bill yelled as he ran for the road, making a mad rush away from the hydra. The hydra had already snapped out of its confusion as it quickly got up and roared violently before making chase after the four humans.

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Twilight had gathered her friends who all met at her home, they prepared to take action. Everypony had taken to locking themselves in their homes. The town seemed abandoned, but at least everypony was accounted for.

"-Okay so we know no one is in danger so far. Nopony in town is at or near Froggy Bottom bog and nopony was reported to be seen on the road." Twilight sighed before continuing. "We need to go check this out, something important may be happening there."

The rest of the group nodded in agreement.

"Well what're we waitin' fer! Let's go already!"

The six mares left in a hurry towards Froggy Bottom Bog.

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The four humans had managed to escape the hydra and collapsed along the road and took in air by the buckets.

"Okay......seems like........we're not on earth.......anymore." Bill said as he tried to catch his breath, leaning on a nearby tree.

The other three just silently nodded as they tried to catch their own breaths. After a few minutes of resting, they all had caught their breaths and had huddled over to the tree conversing about what was going on. After a while they heard galloping sounds, like that of horses. "What the hell could that be?" Louis said as he tried to see what was coming up the road.

"Quick hide in the bushes! We don't know if they're friendly or not!" Bill said in a loud whisper as he pointed towards a nearby assortment of bushes. The sounds of galloping got louder and louder and the group had what was left of their weapons aimed towards the road, just in case.

What the four humans saw made their jaws drop in disbelief, six pastel colored ponies galloped by them towards the swamp they had just escaped.

Bill was the first to get a hold of himself as he promptly responded: "Was that a horse?"

Next, Francis got a hold of himself and effectively got everyone else to get a hold of themselves with his signature line, "I hate horses."