My Little Pony Z

Chapter 4 – Ponyville (Part 2)

I don’t mean to offend him, but after what I just witnessed at the box, I would go somewhat far to say that Roger is kind of a “fighter.” I do respect him, even to this day, but I knew that someone with that kind of quality would be hard to convince and to control; I started to worry about Roger’s survivability and relationship with the group. However, I was probably more worried about Matt than him; he never had much experience with anything like this before. Even when we were both kids, he still would have a hard time with his social and mental life. Most of the time I visited him, he would be on his computer on “G-Mod” or whatever it’s called. However, I do have to admit, I think I spent just as much time on my computer, however it’s my dad who’s kept me in this shape I am now.

Before I go onto the topic of my relationship with my father, I should really explain the rest about what happened in Ponyville. Well, after we finished gathering ourselves together for the next horde, the zomponies came in swarms like locusts. I did use my grenade launcher, but I also hesitated with each shot I made, because I knew that it would be wasteful just to use one round on only one or two rotting pony eaters. The P99 barely worked on these stronger zomponies, who took almost an entire clip to kill.

I guess my first experience with a zompony, literally face to face, was when I was trying to reload my grenade launcher as I saw a large train of zomponies rushing towards me and my comrades. However, I had yet to notice the undead pegasus coming down on me like a hawk trying to snatch a mouse in a field. When I did eventually notice, the thing basically had me pinned to the ground, readying her jaw to take a chunk out of me. I knew my friends were probably off somewhere else trying to hold their own, so it was only me and this damned pony that had me locked on. I guess out of pure instinct, I grabbed a small stone and hammered the pony with it before she could feast on me, knocking her heavy, zombified corpse off of me. As she tried to recover herself, I grabbed, what seemed to be, a large stick, and rammed the object into her throat as she tried to snap at me again, however she still wouldn’t give into death. I picked up the pony, which was about half my size upon further examination, threw her to the ground, and bashed her head with my blunt foot until death finally took the tortured soul away. As I looked back up, my friends came running towards me, with Matt having a worried face on him.

“Jesus, guys, thanks for the help! Where were you?” I asked.

“We were in the residential district, dealing with our own shit that still coming this way!”

As I looked behind them, I saw one of the biggest ponies I had ever seen. His body was literally covered in nothing but muscle, and he was so large, I thought he put Celestia’s height to shame. In my own mind, I saw him as a walking tank for the living dead, which also meant he could take a lot of abuse. Without thinking, my only plan was to run into the market district, killing anything in front of me, and when I had a moment or two, I shot a few rounds into the body-building zompony. By the time we came back around, my P99 was out of rounds, yet my grenade launcher still had a few left. As I started to reload my gun, I noticed that my friends were desperately trying to scavenge through their pockets to find another clip, which meant we were almost out of ammo; great…

I turned back around, and the fucking giant was literally five yards away from me. I fired my entire my entire stock of whatever was in my launcher and jumped out of the way before the thing could touch me. I then looked back, and finally the behemoth lay dead on the ruined and dead streets of the market district.

I took a long breathing break before walking slowly over to the box and opening it, hoping for a new, better gun. As I opened the magical toy chest, the tune that played so hauntingly started up and the guns started to change. Soon, the rotation stopped, and I traded my P99 for a M16 assault rifle. I never knew how to use one, yet the only thing I knew about handling it was that it had little to no recoil from what I’ve heard on the internet. Not satisfied with my almost empty grenade launcher, I opened the box one more, making sure that I opened it when the marks on it were golden. The guns rotated through as I held my breath hoping for a lighter weapon.

As it came to the last gun that I thought I was going to get, all of the sudden, before my very eyes, the gun rotated one last time. I fell back as my eyes began to see what the gun had changed to; a small, laughing, and blood soaked doll of what appeared to be Discord. The laugh rang through me like a vile noise of twisted pleasure.

“YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!” Roger yelled.

“It’s okay; he couldn’t do anything about it!” Daniel argued while trying to calm down Roger.

Then, as I got back up on my feet, I could hear the roaring of a horde of zomponies. I guess as I received the doll of Discord, it was like ringing the dinner bell for them. I turned around to see if the box was there, yet it somehow magically disappeared. I then came to the conclusion that it teleported off somewhere else.

As the horde came around the corner into the market district, they were like locusts, just swarming in, no stop to their numbers as we shot them down. At one point, a fast, charging on caught Matt by surprise and he desperately tried to fight off the zompony only using his hands. I went over, picked up Matt’s shotgun, and blew the damn beast’s head off. That moment was like if it was slowed down; I actually saw for a good five seconds the exploded brain matter and shattered pieces of a rotting skull. The sudden amounts of blood then traveled a considerably long distance and covered a good five yards of dirt and decaying grass in the undead’s crimson fluid.

I got Matt back up on his feet as fast as I could and gave him his gun back. When it finally seemed like they weren’t going to end, the waves of zomponies stopped for the time being. I rested for a spell to catch my breath as I had a few close calls with some undead. As I rested upon a wall behind a house, I could hear very faint sounds of sparking electricity. I called the others over to inspect it, and as soon as Roger finished listening to it, he went over and kicked down a nearby door that led inside the building.

The room was nice and was almost reminiscent of a smaller Sugercube Corner. There was fireplace that was already brightly lit and roaring with heat. Yet, the thing that stood out was the large candy machine near the wall where I heard the sparking come from.

“So this is the contraption making the sounds.”

“Well, how is this thing in Equestria? Is this another one of those machines Celestia talked about?”

I inspected the inside of the machine, but the only things inside seemed to be muffins, not soda as I was expecting.

“Guys,” Matt said, “I’ve played a lot of Call of Duty: Zombies to know that we have to turn on the power to get this thing running!”

“Or, we could just plug it in…” I said as I pointed to the empty, sparking outlet near it.

“…Or that.”

So, we plugged the thing in and we bought one muffin for each of us. As I devoured the somewhat stale pastry, I suddenly felt stronger and healthier than I was before. I really don’t have any other words to describe the weird feeling I had. The muffin itself was an oddly light brown color and tasted of corn and light butter.

I never heard the noise until I finally finished my treat. I wiped around to see what was going on; it was of Daniel screaming in pain and agony. On top of him was a medium sized zompony who already jumped on and slashed at Daniel’s face and torso. Matt dropped his gun, ran over, and pushed the beast over to the only light source, the fireplace. By now, we were able to see the zompony better due to the light and we could see who it was.

I think most of us gasped as we saw that it was Fluttershy, now a minion of the walking dead. Her coat’s color was barely recognizable, yet her pink mane was left untouched by the affliction.

“No man, I’m not doing it!” Roger said in refusal.

Looking at the others, I knew that no one else wanted to do it, and as much as it pained me to put her down, I had to do it. As I walked over towards her, she tried to swipe at me, though she missed as I was a good few inches away from her. As I examined, she couldn’t move any closer, because as Matt pushed her off, she twisted and broke her back leg in manner that only a dead-pony can do it. She opened her mouth to scream one of her foul undead cries, though I put the M16 in her mouth before she could. The others tried to talk me out of it and even threatened me, maybe because they didn’t want to see their favorite pony die.

They only watched and stared at me as I did what I had to do for the fate of Equestria…