The Few That Lived

On the outskirts of the Everfree Forest, a lone unicorn roamed. His coat was a bright yellow. his mane was a dark orange with the tips a blood red, and had a tail to match. His Cutie Mark, coincidentally, was a book of matches. The only thing that didn’t fit his fiery look was his eyes, which were a deep blue.

“Hmm... I wonder if there is anything worth checking out in Ponyville anymore.” the unicorn said, “Why am I talking to myself? I’m not that crazy.... yet.”

The unicorn trotted in the general direction of Ponyville. When he arrived, he wasn’t surprised that he was greeted by a pack of trotters.

“Oh, you want to play?” The unicorn asked the zombie ponies, “I might actually have some fun for a change then.”

When the first trotter got close, the stallion ripped it’s head off like it was a candy wrapper on a chocolate bar, the innards of the trotter acted like melted chocolate. The second was slightly more wary and approached our protagonist from the back, it got it’s head was shot off by a swift kick to the temples. the third all but ran away, but got a magical beam shot to the neck, decapitating it. the Fourth almost bit the stallion, but got a mouthful of flames instead. the flames quickly traveled through it’s opened skull and then the rest of it’s body. The rest of the trotters quickly retreated into the darkness and left the unicorn alone.

“That’s right run!” the stallion said, “you don’t stand a chance against the PYRO! Hahahahahahahaha!”

Pyro continued his laughter until he couldn’t hear the stumbling hoofsteps of the trotters. He looked around. Most of the town had already been pillaged, but it never hurt to check. Pyro went to the nearest pile of rubble and started to dig through it.

An hour later...

“Son of a-” Pyro muttered, “nothing here either.”

He had looked into about three demolished houses and a tool shed. The first house was promising. It held a whole cartful of apples and a bottle of water. Everything else, though, had nothing except rocks and bullet holes. Guns were never Pyro’s thing. they’d always explode when he held them with his magic. Pyro always liked a good sword, but they’d all get soft before he actually needed them, due to the heat of his magic.

Pyro rose from the third house and looked around for something else to stripmine. In the distance, he could see a hospital, or what was left of one. He wasn’t the type of pony to take things from sick or innocent ponies, so he didn’t give it a second glance. there was nothing much else left of Ponyville, except for a large Oak near the middle.

“I guess that’s where I’m staying for the night.” He said, “In a tree.”

Pyro trotted briskly to the large tree and found that it wasn’t just a tree, but a house that was inside of the tree. He Cautiously opened the door and , when he saw it had been abandoned, walked in and closed the door behind him, making it very dark. He used his magic to put a small flame on the end of his horn and looked around. The walls were covered in books. He looked around and found that almost nothing had touched anything, but somepony must have been here at a time. There were a few books laying opened on the floor. he walked to the newly found stairs and walked up them to find that the upstairs was more of a bedroom than anything else.

At least I won’t have to sleep on the ground,” Pyro said as he got on top of the neatly made bed, “like I have for the past year.”

The stallion deactivated his “torch” and lay down, ready for the best sleep in his whole time in Equestria, or so he thought.

Cla-Clink!

“What do you think you’re doing here?” A old and raspy voice asked,

“Please mom, just five more minutes.” Pyro said as he shuffled a bit in his sleep.

The butt of a large rifle was poked up against the back of his head rather forcefully in an attempt to wake him up.

“My mother doesn’t touch me with wood,” Pyro said as he shot up in an instant, “She’d know the consequence.”

A barrel was shoved into his face, it belonged to a 357. magnum, wielded by a large unicorn in royal guard armor.

“Where’d you come from boy?” He asked,

“You don’t want to know.” Pyro said as he pushed the barrel to the side with a hoof. “Look sir, I don’t want any trouble.”

“Well you found it” A different voice said, he sat in the corner of the room, sharpening a long machete,

“Cool it, Cash” The armored one said, “We don’t know this pony-”

“Exactly, what if he’s a Thief?” ‘Cash’ said, “What do we do when he shoots you in the back the second you turn around?”

“Believe me, I’m not a Thief.” Pyro said, “Thieves aren’t stupid enough to stay in a house for more than thirty minutes.”

“And just how would you know that, goldilocks?” one asked, he was wielding the rifle,

“Because it’s common knowledge from where I come from.” Pyro said to him, “and don’t call me goldilocks if you like your gun.”

“What are we gonna do with him?” Cash asked,

“How should I know?” The rifle wielding one asked,

“He could help” The armored one said,

Cash looked at the armored pony like he was the stupidest thing to walk the earth, “Look, Shining, I don’t need another mouth to feed, especially after what happened with the last guy” He said, “What do you think Cinnamon?”

‘Cinnamon’ looked at Pyro and then back to Cash and Shining, “I think it would be a good idea, actually” he said,

“Ugh! fine! whatever! just don’t come crying to me when he runs off with all of our food!” Cash said, exiting the bedroom.

“Good to see that I’m well liked.” Pyro said, “Oh, and Cinnamon, dunk the back of your rifle in some water.”

“Why’s that?” Cinnamon asked,

“It’s going to spontaneously combust in five seconds.” Pyro said as he started to smile.

“When and if it does, I’m shoving it straight up your ass” He said, exiting the room behind Cash.

Shining sighed, “Sorry about Cash, he doesn’t trust very many ponies” he said,

“I wouldn’t either if everypony runs off with my food.” Pyro said,

“What’s your name, kid?” Shining asked,

“Blue Flare, but call me Pyro.” Pyro said, extending his hoof in greeting.

Shining shook Pyro’s hoof, “Shining Armor, but everypony calls me Shining now.” he said,

“Pleasure.” Pyro said simply

Shining looked around, “Try to get some rest, were moving in the morning.”

“What do you think I was trying to do before you got here?” Pyro asked as he hunkered down to go back to sleep.

“Being a smartass won’t get you far in this world” Shining said, as he exited the room, “Remember that.”

“You don’t know the half of it.” Pyro said, too quiet for Shining to hear.