Vacation

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Cold.

That was how Dee felt when he woke up…: cold. His eyes opened up, the ceiling of the gas station greeted him instead of his room back home. He heard the shuffling of footsteps outside the barricaded front door—the moans of the undead followed soon after alongside distant screams.

A sigh blew past his lips and he sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head and wincing from the pain at past injuries he sustained during their little confrontation in the garage outside.

Fuck. He pulled his hand away and looked at it, revealing the smallest specks of dried blood on it. A few more curious touches told him the area was still tender from the impact. Ugh, he just had to hit me... all I was trying to do was calm everyone down; fat lotta good it did me, ended up with a fucked up head. A shake of his head followed; he was lucky he wasn’t killed by those hits.

Dee had taken to sleeping directly on the other side of the counter next to a small shelf filled with some tools. In front of him the other survivors were still sleeping, save for the burly mechanic and the lifeguard who were conversing near one of the windows and occasionally glancing outside into the lot. Dee slowly got up and looked over the other side of the counter where he spotted the still very Lyra-esque-looking humanoid sitting up-appearing tired and still in pain from past injuries. Vinyl Scratch, the DJ unicorn, was kneeling by Lyra’s side. And off to the side Rainbow was leaning against the wall, glaring at the lifeguard. The youngest of them, Dinky, was still sound asleep and covered up with a jacket.

How she slept through any of this, Dee would never know.

Lucky filly.

With a grimace he stood up and stretched out his aching limbs, producing a few relieving pops and cracks with a snort. A shake of his head and he peered over the counter at the ponies once more before moving around towards Rainbow who immediately fixed him with an intense glare, one that nearly sent him reeling backwards.

Her eyes were bloodshot and the frown didn’t make her look any better. “What do you want?” Her tone was quiet, but significantly less hostile sounding when she was speaking to the other humans.

Well… at least she didn’t sound pissed at him.

“How is she?” Dee gestured to Lyra with a jerk of his head, whose arm was now being held in a sling fashioned from a shirt they had found somewhere in the station. The mare was sitting up against the wall and Vinyl was kneeling next to her, gently checking it as her minty green friend hissed in pain from the adjustments made.

He saw Rainbow’s eyes flick over to the unicorn, “I think her arm’s fractured, probably some cracked ribs,” Licking her soft blue lips, Rainbow added, “That fall from the airship messed her up, and landing on those trees before we crashed didn’t help any...”

Dee crossed his arms together and looked over to Lyra, her tired achy breaths clear as day. “She gonna be alright to move if we have to?” he inquired quietly. I don’t think I’m up for running anymore… not just because I was fucked up, but because Lyra is way worse… with someone injured in the way Lyra was, it’d be difficult to move. Possibly cracked ribs and a fractured arm... she’s gonna be a liability to us if we have to run, but damn it all if I’ll leave her behind… what kind of person would I be if I let one of my favorite unicorn characters from my fav show die because of that? He wasn’t sure what to do about her right now, so he focused on Rainbow for a moment instead. Rainbow can fly, so maybe that part is taken care of; she can just hunker down in high places with Lyra if need be, she was carrying her earlier and I don’t think Lyra’s all that heavy anyway.

He wasn’t one to abandon people… least, he hoped it wouldn’t have to come to that if he could help it.

Rainbow frowned in reply to his earlier question. “Not for very long--she needs medicine, and she needs a doctor! I can’t fix her and Vinyl can’t either; we only know basic first aid stuff,” she huffed, bumping back against the wall and rubbing her face.

“Ditto. And I already looked for a first aid kid last night... couldn’t find one. All we got are energy bars, junk food, energy drinks and some bottles of water.” Dee had looked as hard as he could when he took inventory of their items, scouring the entire building top to bottom. All he found were just lots of typical gas station supplies that weren’t exactly helpful in the current situation. “Aside from a couple unopened containers of aspirin and some bottles of booze, there’s no painkillers in sight and no medkits; we got nothing.” He sighed as he ventured into the back room and looked around. Four cases of fruit juice, some bottles of liquor—we can use it for disinfectant, at least—boxes of fruit and some various snackfoods. He pinched the bridge of his nose as footsteps—or were they hoofsteps?—sounded behind him, he saw Rainbow when he jerked his head around to look at her.

She had her arms crossed under her bust—lifting them up just a bit, her eyes flicking down from his pants up to his chest, then finally landing his face. “...So what’s your name?”

Huh... figured she wouldn’t ask, he thought, wondering exactly how she was appraising him and whether he’d passed her test. Deciding now was a decent enough time to get acquainted, he smiled softly. “Name’s Dustin, but you can just call me Dee; everyone else does.” He held out his hand, “Nice to meet ya despite the current circumstances.”

A few seconds of silence passed between them before she took his hand, giving it a brief but strong shake, “Rainbow Dash, Second Class Wonderbolt Lieutenant.” She stared into his eyes for a moment, “Listen, about the airship thing you were on?”

“The airplane?” He stepped back slightly, leaning against the metal shelving that held two large boxes and sighing, rubbing his arms to try to warm them up. “Mmm, what about it?”

She licked her lips, the mare’s eyes flickering with a pang of reluctance for what she was probably about to say. “You... you saved my life back there,” She sounded hesitant in her words, uncomfortable even saying it. “Lot of stallions wouldn’t have stayed let alone risk their lives like that...”

Dee chuckled a bit and shrugged, “Well... I’m not a stallion,” He clarified, chuckling at the thought of being compared to his species’ pony counterpart, Pfft... I think it’s safe to say I’m definitely not like a stallion, especially in the dick department, hehehe. “It’s no problem at all, so you don’t need to thank me.” A bigger smile crossed his face as he locked eyes with her, “I’m just happy you’re alright.”

“Hmm.” Rainbow quirked her mouth out to one side and nodded before backing out of the room, saying no more about it.

Letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, Dee left the room himself before walking over to the windows on the right side. He slowed up slightly as he approached the right side, peering through the battered shelving and junk that acted as their only line of defense against the horde outside.

He saw the same scene as before, a dozen or so undead wandering around and growling. A few of them were kneeling over some ripped apart corpses on the ground—little more than skeletal remains covered in crimson and a few remaining scraps of fly-ridden flesh and sinew. Nothing seemed to have changed—save for the lack of runners and the screams, meaning they must have run off somewhere. The distant pops and cracks of gunfire had ceased as well, making him wonder if the owners had won or lost their fights.

Knowing how things are going on the island right now... most likely the latter. He sighed, head hanging low as he heard the sounds of the others waking up.

The rest of the morning went much like that.

The other survivors woke up and went about their ‘daily routine’ as best as they could in the confined and limited space of the gas station—bones popped and cracked, tired and unsatisfied groans sounding, and the glares from both sides had begun again, but were subdued this time around. It was something Dee was not looking forward to dealing with in the coming days should they be forced to stay here for a prolonged period of time. Everyone was tired, hungry, and scared shitless of what could happen at any moment.

As for Dee? He just wanted to go home and snuggle up in his bed with all of his plushies, sleep away the nightmares that would follow and go back to working his nine to five job at Walmart stocking up shelves.

He narrowed his eyes and tried to think... what could they do to escape this situation without getting killed? That was paramount.

Come on, think! You’ve played Dead Island dozens of times you dumbass... He tapped his head a few times, trying his very damn best to think of a way out of this mess. It was a zombie game with one clear goal in mind, escape the island, and he knew how to escape it… well, one way to escape it. But that was too far off and he wasn’t even sure if they could even get there in one piece.

His thoughts along with the dead silence of the station was suddenly broken by the heartbreaking question of the young human girl. “Mom... are we going to die here?”

Dee’s heart skipped a beat when that registered in his mind. Die. He knew how horribly true that was for them--if they didn’t find a way out of this station and to a safer place, then chances were very good that they would in fact die a horrible death. They had limited food and water, no decent medical supplies in sight, and everyone was acting like there was another fight about to brew up with each other. Especially the Lifeguard and Rainbow, he noted. They’ve been at each other’s throats since the beginning of this shit. They’ve calmed down for now... but if things keep on like this, there’s gonna be bloodshed on all sides... he gulped, wondering if it was in his power to prevent that from happening.

“N-no sweetie...we’re n-not.” He heard the mother tell her child, but from the way her voice cracked at the end, she was just saying that to try and soothe her daughter’s mind.

Dee rubbed his eyes as he tried to figure out how they could escape this station to safety. While it was defended now, they had no weapons except for the lifeguard’s baseball bat, the mechanic’s wrench, Vinyl’s now flimsy pole, and a shovel that in the main room—one of the tools left behind.

He glanced back at it and sniffled before looking back towards the room they kept their supplies in. He saw Dinky had woken up as well and was sleepily talking with Rainbow about something… but Dee found himself unable to help but notice the sun shining down through the door to hear what they were talking about...

Huh... He was about to turn back towards the window to look out—thoughts almost drifting back towards escaping the station. But instead, he thought about the sun and how it was shining through from above... through the skylight. Wait... the skylight! Dee’s face broke out into a grin before turning on his heel and swiftly heading towards the backroom.

He saw Dinky and Rainbow look towards him—Dinky quickly avoiding him and letting him pass. “What are you doing?” He heard someone ask, but he continued into the backroom before looking up and spotting two slanted skylights in the ceiling.

Dee’s grin grew.

“I think I found a solution to our problem.” He turned around, spotting Rainbow standing in the doorway looking at him.

“What do you mean?” Rainbow looked confused but also hopeful.

Moving out of the room, he made a beeline for the shovel up against the wall and made to grab it. He would borrow the baseball bat, but he wasn’t too keen on speaking with the lifeguard for it, not after what happ-

Smack

“Yeow!” Dee yanked away his hand with a yelp. A bright red mark appear on the back of his hand and when he looked to his assaulter, he saw the lifeguard with his baseball bat once more.

The lifeguard scowled at Dee. “The fuck do you think you’re doing punk?”

Flicking his hand a few times, Dee returned the scowl. “I think I found out a way out of this mess.” You fucking asshole. He made to grab the shovel again, but was stopped once more by the lifeguard.

Dee found the bat pushed up against his chest and he was forced back against the wall, before he was forced down onto his ass with a kick. Dee yelped once he landed, his eyes snapping open with a snarl as a burst of anger filled him, that’s it! He shot onto his feet and charged the lifeguard with a right hook. The bat being swung into his arm stopped him, causing him to slip up and miss before the lifeguard’s fist smashed into his gut, causing his eyes to bug out before he was kicked back down onto the floor with another swift kick.

Dee landed on the floor and coughed, holding his gut in pain and cursing up a storm.

“Sit your ass down!” The lifeguard yelled, his voice reverberating throughout the entire station and grabbing everyone’s attention—save Vinyl for obvious reasons. “Listen here you little jackass! Because of you and those fuckin’ mutants, we lost three of our people!” He pushed the bat up against Dee’s chest.

“Hey! Stop it!” Rainbow’s voice sounded, followed by her footsteps. “Why don’t you put down the bat before you hurt yourself, buddy.”

Looking over, Dee saw her approaching and looking ready to start another fight... only for her to be grabbed by the burly mechanic and picked up by her neck. She didn’t look prepared for that as her eyes bugged out—legs kicking at the man before she was thrown halfway across the station and into the vending machine, was she holding back?! She collided with a loud thud and a cry of pain just as Vinyl sprang into action, pole in hand, a swing of the wrench sent her back however to avoid it.

Looking back to the lifeguard, the man said, “You’re not in charge here, I am.” He growled, his bloodied bat getting dangerously close to Dee’s face—who was still on the ground groaning in pain. “And if you fucks don’t want to get thrown out... you better fucking listen to what I tell you to do!”

His voice made it clear, very clear who was in charge. His eyes flicked over to Rainbow, who was wincing and glaring up at the mechanic who only gripped onto his bloodied wrench with a snarl. The woman and her daughter stayed back from them all, huddling up near the refrigerated shelves against the wall.

Dee held up a hand slightly, chest and arm aching. “O-okay, fine... y-you’re in charge.”

The lifeguard grinned and backed away, shouldering his bat with a smug look on his face that made Dee want to punch him. “That’s right, I am... and don’t you forget it either, bitch.” With that, the lifeguard ventured back over to the middle of the room and gestured to them all, “Let’s get that straight now... I’m in charge here and if you fucks got a problem with it... well, leave.” He gestured to the front door, and the zombies outside. “My buddy George here will kindly show you the front door.” The mechanic hmmphed at his name and nodded.

No one said anything after that…

Seems they’ve lost, for now.

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“Fuck.”

Was all Dee could mutter as he sat behind the counter, nursing his wounds away from the prying eyes of the lifeguard and his friend, George. After being assaulted for what felt like the fifteenth time, Rainbow and Vinyl were happy to let him sit next to them after what happened—and he wasn’t sure if they were pitying him or what. But either way, he wasn’t going to fight them on it, having some kind of friendly company to be with was something he so desperately needed, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Rainbow sat across from him next to Lyra, who was looking as tired as everyone felt. Vinyl was next to Dee, and Dinky was on Lyra’s other side.

Together they sat in silence.

Until Lyra broke it, asking the question the others didn’t dare to ask, the ones that lingered on everyone’s minds.

“What are we going to do?”

Rainbow was quick to rub her face at that, eyes closed and inhaling deeply. “I don’t know... we’re trapped in this stupid place until we can find a way out,” Her hand fell to her side and she glared at the lifeguard, who was conversing silently with George last time Dee glanced over. “Fuck nugget over there isn’t helping us any, we’re on our own.”

A harsh tsk sounded as Dee added, “You’re telling me.” He whispered, a hand subconsciously going to his arm and gently rubbing the spot where he was hit by the bat. Gah... I’m fucking pathetic, couldn’t even stand up to him every time we talked. I got my ass handed to me, big time. Dee hit his head against the back of the counter, only to regret it immediately as a flash of pain surged through him.

Not only were they stuck in the station, but they were stuck in there with a very angry and armed lifeguard and mechanic who didn’t want them moving from their spot or doing anything even remotely useful.

“We need... to get out of here.” Lyra coughed, rubbing below her chest. “Find someplace else.”

“I know Lyra, but what are we gonna do? We can’t bum rush them.” Rainbow replied with a quiet tone. “For a couple of males, they’re not weaklings or afraid to fight…”

To Dee, it sounded like that’s exactly what she wanted to do.

So what was stopping her?

“Even if we got past those two buckets of testosterone and small dick syndrome, we’d have to fight past dozens of undead who’re still lingering around,” Dee pointed out quietly, scowling slightly.

Then a hand touched his shoulder, breaking his train of thought.

A glance to his left and he saw Vinyl with a look on her face, red eyes flicking from his face to his chest. The alabaster mare was a bit close to him, her shoulder almost touching his as she tapped his chest, a strange hint of something flickering in her eyes.

“Huh?” Dee asked, raising an eyebrow at the mare who then proceeded to move her hands about in front of her. When she was done, an expectant look appeared in her eyes. “Uh… N-no habla finger movements?”

Dee’s eyes flicked down, catching sight of Rainbow’s foot tapping Vinyl’s before Rainbow did the same thing, but hers were a bit different. This confused Dee as the two had an odd exchange of back and forth with hand movements—only halfway through did he realize they were using sign language.

Wait… is Vinyl a mute or deaf? he wondered. While that was a headcanon that crossed his mind from time to time back when he wrote stories, he didn’t think it was an actual thing. This changes things… maybe.

After the two were done, Rainbow turned to him. “Vinyl wants to know if you’re okay,” Rainbow told him.

He made a face at that but ultimately nodded to Vinyl, “Oh, yeah! Aside from some uh… minor injuries, I’ll be fine.” He gave her a thumbs up and a smile to which she responded with a nod and a smile of her own before scooting up closer to him, her hip touching his own. He felt a bit odd about the close contact, but he didn’t say anything as he looked back towards Rainbow.

Rainbow looked relieved by that, head bobbing up and down. “That’s good to hear… you took a pretty nasty beating through all of this.” He saw an odd look in the winged mare’s eyes, but he wasn’t sure what it meant however. “You sure you’re okay? I know the lifeguard’s beaten you up a lot...”

Dee nodded again to reassure her, his smile staying there, “I am, honest. Hehehe, that’s not the first time I took a beating like that and it certainly won’t be the last, hahaha,” He chuckled as Lyra and Rainbow gave him a pair of looks, eyes widened and staring at him. Dee rose an eyebrow at the odd expression. Why are they so shocked? Bah, doesn’t matter… we need to figure a way out of this mess. He thought to himself as Rainbow suddenly signed something to Vinyl. He wasn’t sure how they were going to go about doing that however, given their current situation.

Before Dee could try and concoct any manner of plan with the mares next to him on what they could do next, something suddenly crashed against the front door and startled everyone. Dee snapped his head around as a sudden cry came from outside, “Let me in!” Dee saw the lifeguard and George run over, he stood up himself. “LET ME IN!”

It was the construction worker woman from the garage!

“Shit! Get this barricade out of the way!” George yelled as both he and the Lifeguard tried moving it.

Dee cursed as he heard the distant screeches and howls. Goddamn it! They’re going to let the infected inside! Dee made to stop them, knowing full well even if they did manage to get the woman inside, the infected would soon follow and overtake them. “Wait!” He called out to them, “Don’t open that door!”

“Fuck off! We’re bringing her inside!” The two started to move one of the shelves, and looking out the window, Dee could see walkers closing in.

Before Dee could do much, Rainbow and Vinyl suddenly rushed by him. “Stay back!” Rainbow pushed him back gently as the two mares went over to the two.

Oh fuck.

“Liam!” The woman suddenly yelled and the lifeguard turned around just in time to see the rainbow haired mare throw a punch into his face.

Crack

“Ahh!” Liam yelled as he stumbled back into the barricade, his body flopping onto the shelves and rattling them all loudly.

George whirled around with a yell, holding his wrench high before charging at Rainbow with a roar. Vinyl stepped in however—moving swiftly and spinning around in a crouch, her leg extended and swept under his own before knocking him down onto the floor with a yell. He collided with a shelf, his head hitting one of the shelves and making him lose his wrench in the chaos.

Dee just watched it all and panicked.

Shit shit shit! He heard the growls and the panicked noises of the woman outside, she was being too loud! He didn’t want her to die, he didn’t want anyone to die despite the bullshit these people put him through, but with how things were now going… “Ahhh shit.” He rushed over and grabbed the shovel as the woman yelled suddenly.

“Let me in! They’re coming! Please!” The woman outside yelled, pounding on the door and trying to get it open. But with everything blocking it, the door was wedged in a way that kept it from being opened from the outside.

Once he had the shovel, he looked and saw Liam and George fighting with the two ponies. Rainbow was dodging the swings of the baseball bat, her eyes set in a glare as the bat swung left and right, up and down in an attempt to either knock her back or cave in her skull. The mare was quick on her feet, using her wings to aid in dodging the swings and moving in quick to strike, her fist flying out towards his arm and making him growl and yell.

Vinyl was doing the same but she held down George on his back, pinning him down as he struggled to get up and take her down. “Let me go you bitch!”

Rushing towards the back, he heard the woman say, “Sally, stay put!”

Dee rushed into the backroom as the sounds of scuffling could be heard throughout the gas station. He saw Dinky give him a look and Lyra watching him as well before he vanished into the backroom with the shovel.

He looked up at the glass that made up the skylights and didn’t waste time before climbing onto the small table and swinging the shovel against the glass, cracking it with a single blow. Come on! He nearly dropped the shovel as the growls outside got worse. He pulled back and swung again, cracking it further. “Fuck!”

“Oh god! No! Get away from me!” The woman outside screamed and Dee felt himself grow more anxious to break the window.

He wasn’t sure what Rainbow and Vinyl had planned, but he needed to try and find a way for them all to get out of here. “Grr!” One more swing.

CRASH

Went the window, finally shattering into sharp and jagged pieces that rained down on top of him. He averted his gaze and covered his face, eyes snapping close as glass pelted his jacket. The people in the front yelled and screamed during their scuffle, the fight growing worse as Dinky yelled for them to stop.

“Please stop!” Dinky cried out loud.

“Get away from my husband you bitch!” ‘Liam’s’ wife screamed, followed by another yell.

Dee cursed loudly and scrambled to smash the bits of jagged glass out of the way so they could climb up. He was careful not to get any in his eyes—the last thing he needed was to end up blind because of his haste. Once the glass was cleared he bent down and jumped up, his chest and arm cried out in protest and he almost lost his grip. But he managed to hold on and pull himself up with a pained grunt.

Sunlight poured down onto his body, the tropical heat washing over him as he hoisted himself further until he could stand up. Dee gripped his shovel and looked around, spotting the garage they had escaped from, the other area filled with tools and other junk. And behind him he saw a way onto the roof, which he scurried over to.

Once he climbed up, she found some crates, bags and boxes sitting about, most of it luggage and crates of the small round fruits. He also spotted blood stains and trails leading off the roof, laying nearby was a body, still dressed in swimwear. His grip tightened around the shovel before running over to the downed body, he wasted no time before bringing his shovel up and slamming it down onto the head, causing blood to spatter onto the roof and his shoes.

It wasn’t a strong enough hit to kill him.

The body suddenly growled before shooting up, a scream escaping the infected as it charged at Dee.

He panicked with a sudden--“Gah!” he swung his shovel in a wide arc, clipping the undead in the head and causing it to snap to the side. But it kept coming at him, he backpedaled and swung again, the tool smashing into the undead’s head once again, snapping it violently to the side and making it stumble away. Taking the opportunity, he rushed the infected and tackled him with all his weight, “Raaah!” Pushing the undead back to the edge he backed off and brought up his leg before kicking him off. “Eat pavement!” Dee yelled once his foot connected with the monster, sending his foe tumbling off the edge of the roof and smacking onto the ground. It smashed into the ground with a loud crunch, its head cracking open and spilling brackish ooze.

Dee stepped back and stared down at the body. J-jeez… that’s the second one I’ve… He gulped, shaking his head and going back to the makeshift entrance he made through the ceiling of the storeroom. Jumping down onto the edge, he slipped back into the station just in time to hear the yelling.

“Fucking bitch!” He heard Liam yell, followed by a sickening crack noise.

“Aaaaaah!” The construction woman screamed suddenly from outside, “Haaah! AHHHHH! GET OFF ME! NOOOOO!”

Dee ran back out into the main room, finding Rainbow wrestling with Liam and trying to get the bat out of his grasp. George himself was trying to get a hit on Vinyl who just dodged left and right, skillfully swerving left and right to avoid the burly man’s fists. Ignoring the fight for now, Dee rushed over to Dinky and Lyra, the latter of whom was in a painful looking crouch and leaning against the counter for support.

“Come on, we need to get to the roof.” He told them, causing them to give him a look.

“The roof?” Dinky tilted her head as Lyra coughed.

Lyra shook her head, “I-I don’t think I can c-climb.”

Dee cursed, knowing full well she was injured. “I’ll help you.” He told them both as he stood up. Lyra managed to do the same as Dinky helped her.

Looking back at the fight, Dee grumbled before rushing to the back room. Dinky was right behind him with Lyra, who was clutching her arm to her side.

Shit, think think think, how do I help get her up? A few moments amidst the screams and yelling didn’t help him come up with a solution, he was terrified right now, his mind whirling about with frantic thoughts of what he was gonna do to get everyone out of this mess. A moment of clarity suddenly came to mind, and he said, “Quick, get onto the shelf!” He told Lyra, pointing to the overturned shelf in question, the one he used to climb up.

Lyra gave him a look before climbing up, wincing in pain as Dinky hopped up with her. He jumped up as well before turning to Dinky.

“Okay, listen kid, I’m gonna need you to climb up there first.” He told the young mare.

“W-what?” Dinky blinked her eyes in confusion and Lyra looked ready to speak, but a crash against the front made them look towards the fight. “Why?”

Rainbow, Vinyl, Liam and George looked at the windows, where they found the construction woman was smushed up against the shattered window, dozens of walkers tearing into her as her terrified eyes stared inside. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Seconds later she was pulled into the crowd as dozens more of them pushed against the weakened barricade, struggling to get inside. Her blood curdling screams echoed throughout the area, no doubt drawing in even more of the infected menace.

“Shit, no time!” Dee knelt down and held out his hands, lacing his fingers together. “Come on! We gotta move!”

Dinky looked panicky for a brief moment before moving over to him, putting her foot into his hands and bracing herself on his shoulders before he rocketed her up towards the opening, a squeak escaped her and a grunt from him as she got up. And looking up, she grabbed onto the edge and climbed up in a panicked way before looking down. He did the same for Lyra, who slowly went over to him and braced herself with her good arm.

She was a bit heavier then Dinky was but he managed to lift her up, pouring what strength he had in his arms and lifting. “Gah! K-kid!” Dee cried out, his chest and injured arm protesting loudly before relief came as Lyra’s arm was grabbed, from what he saw. Once Dinky began to pull, he accidentally ended up grabbing onto Lyra’s very plush butt, fingers digging into the flesh through her pants and making her eep slightly from the contact. He cursed quietly before pushing her up further and doing his best to ignore the fact he was groping his second favorite pony, finally he was able to grab onto her feet and push her the rest of the way up despite her pained noises.

“H-hah!” Lyra cried out once she was finally up top, coughing loudly.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Dee looked towards the front, “Rainbow! Vinyl!” They both ended up kicking away their enemies. Dee saw Rainbow looking back towards him, “Come on! To the roof!” He jumped up and hoped they’d follow after him.

Safety was in reach!

Once he climbed up onto the roof with the two mares, he turned and made to help Lyra up. He gripped onto her good hand and pulled her up onto the roof.

Moments later he caught sight of Dinky climbing up immediately after, scared squeaky noises escaping her as she ended up bumping into Lyra.

“Whoa!” Lyra cried out as she fell forward, Dee scrambling to grab onto her as he fell back onto the roof. “Ah!”

“Whoah!” Suddenly his world was engulfed in complete darkness as Lyra landed on top of him. It took him… maybe a few scant seconds to realize that his face was buried firmly in between her deliciously warm, soft, and generously sized bust—immediately his face felt like it was on fire from the heat of his cheeks and her flesh. Holy…

Eventually his world grew brighter as Lyra sat up, an arm going up under her breasts to hold her chest and wince, she was straddling his crotch and grimacing in pain. He just stared at the mare, a bit shaky but nonetheless alright…

Also lowkey demanding that what was trying to happen in his pants to chill the fuck out; the position Lyra was in on top of him ensured he felt a certain… heat through his pants from her own and he felt his face grow hotter.

Now was not the time to get a boner!

Shaking her head and looking down at him, Lyra asked, “Y-you alright?”

He would’ve laughed, but instead he fought back the blush he was building and he nodded several times, “A-aye.” With that confirmation, Lyra climbed off of him with a groan as Rainbow suddenly blasted out from the entrance he had made from the window, soaring up with shaky wingbeats. Vinyl climbed up shortly after as the yells of Liam and George could be heard down below, cursing and screaming at them all.

Dee scrambled up onto his feet and found himself moving over to the edge of the roof near the front of the station—even before he got to the edge he immediately saw dozens of undead and running infected crowding around the front, all of them around the body of the construction worker and ripping her apart. Limb after limb, she was hoisted up and torn into by the animalistic monsters. The others not focused on the feast tried to get inside—doing their best to rip through the barricade and get at the other survivors to dine upon them.

Holy shit, holy shit, there’s so many of them! Every one of the monsters down below filled the lot—running infected from the roadways nearby, several slow moving ones wandering in from the jungle nearby to catch up. Screeches and growls, hisses and snarls, they were like animals… hungry and vicious animals and he was trapped with them all. “Son of a bitch, there’s no way we can get out through this.”

“Hey,” Behind him, he saw Rainbow Dash walk up to him before kneeling by his side, putting a hand on his shoulder. She had a few scratches and scraps but otherwise looked alright. “You gonna be alright?”

Dee took a few deep breaths before giving her a nod. “Y-yeah,” He looked out into the swarm of infected and gulped, “But we’re fucked.”

“No we’re not.” She told him sternly as he backed away from the edge, rubbing his face. “We’ll find a way out of this.”

Dee could only hope she was right...

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Dee was huddled up on the rooftop and staring straight ahead at the rocks as clouds loomed overhead. His eyes were not focused on much of anything save the gently moving trees, and his ears were listening to one thing and one thing only—the screeches, snarls, growls, and the disgusting crunching of flesh and cracking of bone. He sat in the middle against the pile of boxes and bags as Rainbow and Vinyl looked through most of them, probably in an attempt to find some supplies.

He would have helped, but for now his mind was swimming with what he could do to get them out of this mess.

Rainbow can fly, obviously... and she can carry Lyra no problem, she’s stronger than she looks so maybe she could airlift us somewhere? Depends on where though, I don’t know where to go. He rubbed his chin, fingers tugging at the hairs. The lifeguard station would be a good bet, but it’s too far for us to move on foot and none of the vehicles look like they’re in any shape to be used. He felt that his goatee was beginning to come in again. “Mmm.”

“Damn, there’s nothing up here.” Rainbow growled, kicking a small box off of the roof and onto the ground, causing it to break. The mare huffed and took a seat next to Dee and he saw out of the corner of his eye that she was looking at him. “What’s up, Dee?”

She had been asking that along with Vinyl every now and then—the two checking on him as if he were going to change his mind and tell them that he wasn’t alright. His only response to them so far was; ‘I’m fine, just thinking.’ He was thinking, as painful as it was for his head. He needed to find a way to get them out of this mess. He didn’t want to die here...

Rainbow didn’t seem too convinced with his answer, unfortunately for him.

“Listen, I know you gotta be really freaked out right now, but we’ll keep you safe.” Rainbow told him softly, making him look over to her. She gave him a determined look, one that filled him with a bit more confidence and beat back the fear of dying on this island. The brony part of him was excited by this, that she was so friendly and helpful towards him instead of being hostile like she was to the others. “Alright? Me and Vinyl will make sure those monsters don’t get ya.”

She patted him on the shoulder, giving him a brighter smile.

He just nodded to her, giving her his own weaker smile before he looked up and saw Vinyl stifling a silent laugh, quickly signing something to Rainbow, the latter of whom blushing lightly and flipping the unicorn the bird. Vinyl snickered and wandered off over to Lyra. “Don’t mind her, she just thinks she’s funny.” She snorted and rolled her eyes before looking back at him.

Dee was still confused, not even sure what it was she signed in the first place. “Uh, o-okay?” He shook his head as he felt her grip adjust on his shoulder and around his back, having slipped her arm around his shoulders. The feeling was odd and caused his heartbeat to pick up... it had been a while since he had a girl sit this close to him, let alone act so friendly. By no means was he hating this, considering who it was with him right now, hell, he was all for it.

But he was still curious.

He shook his head and instead focused his thoughts once more on what to do... and suddenly like a light bulb being switched on above him, something came to mind.

Memories of when he was younger and playing Dead Island came to mind, one of the gas station they all sat on top of. He remembered going to the top and looking out across the immediate area, gazing at the tunnel, the sign, looking down and thinking the game was pretty fun so far and how it’d be fun to write a fanfiction about it.

Then he remembered the truck, the one that sat off to the right of where he was sitting right now.

Dee bolted up off of the ground, jolting Rainbow, “Whoa!” She cried, but he ignored her and ran over to the side, and his hopes suddenly soared as he laid eyes upon what was sitting on the ground.

Sitting in the small driveway of sorts was a blue pickup truck in better condition than the other vehicles sitting about. He couldn’t see any infected around the side save for a few bodies with beaten in heads, it was clear, as was the path out onto the main road leading up to the resort and the city of Moresby. He grinned suddenly, a surge of confidence rushed through him as he realized not all hope was lost after all.

He heard footsteps behind him, and looking he saw Rainbow, Vinyl and Dinky walk up next to him, along with a pained Lyra. “What is it?” Rainbow questioned, looking confused.

Dee just pointed to the truck, and said, “I think I just found our way out of here.”