Another day in this dull, grey tomb that we call home. As much as I love being well… alive I’ve always felt as if I could have been somewhere a little bit more… beautiful but I guess we all have to make sacrifices to be safe. I looked around my room, I was one of the few ponies that was given a little bit of colour, my room having a little bit of uplift. I was special after all when it comes to the dwellers of Stable 151. I looked down at my Pipbuck, the Almost useless device that was stuck to my hoof, glowed with a faint green glow. My gaze rose to the terminal at my desk, It had the lyrics to a song that I was going to be preforming at tomorrows show. After a long while I shook my head, my soft, silky mane flowing through the air. “This should be my best performance to date.” I said to myself. I got up and looked around my room.

I know Stable 151 was never meant to be opened, not just because of the systems in place but also from the book that the Overmare had given me. I looked to that book, It had much more information than I was both expecting, and wanted to know about our life. Our Stable had been picked out to endure a social experiment formed by Stable-Tec, the Social Experiment was to Keep a race of Ponies safe from any harm. Not just the what laid beyond the vault from generations ago but what is to come in the future. We where supposed to be the Equestria’s last hope.

My terminal gave a soft beeping sound as a new message was received. The title was named “Countdown” I walked over to the terminal, my curiosity getting the better of me. The message was a text based message, which in itself was a worrying thing, Within the stable we usually used Audio Messages. My eyes widened as I read the message.

“You have 20 minutes. Pack what you need and get ready. You will hear a signal and on that signal you need to run. Don’t look back and just RUN. Pack as much food, equipment and anything else that you might need to survive.”

I gasped as I read the message, once, and twice. No… this can’t be possible. My first reaction was to check to see who sent this message, There was no sending address linked to the Stable Communication Center. I connected my Pip-Buck up to the terminal to transfer the message. Deciding to do as it said. The worst that could happen is that I had some supplies. Even if I didn’t get why, or who sent this.

15 Minutes later I had my Saddlebags full of food, water, Pip-Buck tools and a few other supplies that I might need. Walking back into my room to put on my security outfit, if all else fails I could just say that I was using the items as props for an upcoming performance. My ears perked up as the lights shut off, replaced with a Ominous red.

”Warning, Stable Door has been opened. Stable-Tec HQ has been notified.” Said a tinny mechanic voice. Though it was barely Audible due to a loud hissing sound that blended with the sound of metal scraping against rusted metal.

“What the fuck! I didn’t know this would be the Sign!” I growled to myself. Questions fogged my mind as I looked at the message open on my Pip-Buck. Eyes locked onto the “RUN” part. Fuck… I was going to have to get out, that is what the message meant. I now knew that the message was not just a stupid prank that was being played on me. Luckily the room that I had been situated in was close to the Stable door. As I ran out of my own room I saw it. The source of the sounds that filled the stable. Over 50 figures stood on the other side of where the Stable Door should usually be. There Gaze staring right at me!

It seemed as if I was not the only pony that decided to see what that noise was, these zombie ponies where already digging themself into a few of the ponies that I had grown up with. My view turned to a dark red as my mind went into rage. My magic gripped onto the Baton that I was carrying. While I was part of Security there was a lack of Lethal weapons within the stable so I was only able to get my hands on the usual set of weapons. As the Baton landed its first blow I heard a thud, then the sound of bone shattering, My body locked up for a second as I realised that I had just lethally killed a being. Though that thought was rent from my brain as I head the violent sound of flesh being ripped from bone. A stench that burned my nostrils hit me like a tidal wave.

Everything about this was wrong. This wasn’t meant to happen! As my anger fuelled attacks kept locking onto the nearest being that was not friendly I could hear screams from the other residents. It seemed while I was making my way through the hoard of zombieponies others where not as lucky, or trained as I was. It wasn’t too long before even the baton gave its last signs of life as it shattered. Leaving me defenceless. I knew that whatever I did here it would not be able to save anyone else. Not even the Overmare would be able to stop this. There was no way to actively open or close the Stable on the inside or outside so someone must have done this far away. Someone who knew how to send me that message.

“You will hear the signal” kept ringing through my head as I shoved and barged my way through the hoard. There where more zombieponies coming from the sound of the stable giving distress. A sharp sting came from my hindhoof as I felt the jagged, and mangled teeth of a zombiepony clamp onto my hindleg. I bucked as hard as I that hoof would allow me too, it rimming part of my stable outfit off as blood dropped onto the ground. I could make out the other side of the hoard, my goal was to get beyond this and try and find help. As I bore through the pain of the missing flesh I knew how I was going to be able to get to the end... and it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

I lowered my head, using my magic to put down the visor of my riot helmet and ran as fast as my injuries would allow me, I felt the sting of flesh hitting my horn. Green blood running down my visor leaving my view spotty as I kept running, using the zombiepony that I had just impaled as a batting ram, my horn stinging from the usage that was unnatural for it. My magic flared up as I got to the end, throwing the body off myself as I winced. My magic changing to grab a bandage out of my saddlebag.

While moving away I wrapped the damaged leg as best as possible. It seemed that whatever those creatures where seemed to want to get into the Stable more than get at me. Which was both a good and bad thing. I had escaped but what did that mean for the ponies that I had known… I was alone…

Author's Note

Hopefully, this is a good first chapter... honestly I'm not too sure what I should be expecting but hopefully it's not bad... Hopefully...