Their two things I like about being a larper.

1. Learning how to use dark age weapons and how they are used correctly without hurt/cut/kill yourself.

2. The kick ass armor.

Yeah I am a larper, well not one that always is 'Is thou this' or 'Art you well?' nonono I do it for the fun of it and for D&D! But you must be wondering how does a part-timer larper get his hands on a full plated armor and longsword with a mace? Answer a family friend who made it for me since he basically makes the stuff for movies and the like, he made it all out of steel and some parts are even titanium! To my surprise the armor was so light it was like wearing a weighed blanket over your whole body...that was how comfortable it was as well.

And the weapons themselves?

It took some time learning how to use them and NOT kill someone, even in a mock battle one wrong move and someone is going to lose a something. And I'm talking about a body part. So yeah after a few months of learning how to use dark age weapons later I officially became a larper.

Well their is no official thing to become a larper but at least I knew what I was doing with the weapons I was given. But after getting my coat of arms I think that is your official thing that does make you a larper. My coat of arms? Simple it was a fox in front of a tower.

The fox represents cleverness/swiftness while the castle is a call back to my family's coat of arms since my were macemen.

But never would I thought I would be using them to defend myself from a real threat.

The threat?: FUCKING PONY ZOMBIES!

How did I get here?

HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW!

Also I was scared shitless...

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Using my longsword I pushed off the zombie back before kicking it back even more into the horde that was behind it.

My next move was a simple one...RUN!

Bolting the other way of the horde I ran though the shopping area of the market place I was in, where was I? Well I'm in some twisted form of equestira but as for I was? Hell if I know. Just put one foot in front of the other before they get to me! Even in my full plated armor I ran like I didn't have my armor thanks to my body getting use to the armor over the past few months.

I sprinted by the market place as I heard screams and saw zombies tearing into anthro ponies of all shapes and colors, sadly their was nothing I could do for them.

WWZ has taught me one thing.

'If you want to save someone. Save yourself,'

Climbing a ladder I made it to a roof of one of the many buildings of this town safe from the infected below, sitting down with a huff I sighed as I placed my hand to my face plate. Questions raced though my mind: Like.

How did I get here.

What is with the zombies.

And More importantly where were the elements of harmony!?

Shouldn't they do their thing and send these undead freaks into stone or something? I mean seriously what is going on!

Panting I looked up from my hiding spot to see the horde of undead advancing on some guards in gold armor and with spears trying to push them back. I have to admit 'gold' armor? Serious that metal is so soft it can't protect you from a sword strike and ontop of that your arms and legs are in the open?! Who in their right mind would make such a useless armor and who would be dumb enough to wear it?!

I rather wear nothing than that!

Also where were their swords?! Do they only have spears!!! AGAIN WHO ARMED THESE GUYS!

Before I could point out any more wrongs about the gear they had the horde broke the line they had the dead flooded them and began to rip them apart. Some pegesi tried to escape but they were grabbed and brought down and ripped apart, I could only watch as they became a feast for the dead.

Walking back I fell back with my back on the ground as I looked at the sky though my helmet's eye slots at the blue sky.

Zombies...I always wanted to see one but this? this wasn't what I had in mind!!!

Slowly I closed my eyes and I wished this was all a bad dream.

I then opened them to see the blue sky again...this wasn't a dream, I raised my hand to see it and wait...

THAT'S RIGHT I'M ARMORED! In real armor no less! Fuck yeah! And I was armed as well! OK OK not bad, not bad at all. And my armor covered my whole body which meant I was safe from bites or scratches.

Well if the zombies where scratchers...what kind of zombies are they even?

Slowly I moved to the corner of the roof and peaked over to see the horde over the line looking for more meat, lifting open my visor I looked down at the dead to see them wandering around and not running. So they weren't WWZ zombies which was good, where they walking dead zs? Well I couldn't tell from here as I turned around with my back against the wall as I placed a armored hand to my chin as I began to think of a plan.

This city has undead swarming it and I needed to get out without being over runned, though my armor can protect me from bites and scratches (if they infected that way) they could rip me apart limb from limb with their dead strength. So what was a way out of this city without being spotted?

'Wait that's it-!'

*Creak*

"what the hell-"

Question have you ever fallen though two floors? No? Well let me tell you if hurts...

I just pray to god that those walkers didn't hear me fall though two floors in full plate armor.

"Owwwww,"

Or me groaning in pain.

'Well I was on the roof so...I can only blame myself,'

Getting up I moved in the rubble of the wood and clay as I looked around, No zombies but I wasn't alone.

"P-p-p-please don't eat me,"

Oh boy...

Author's Note

EQUESTRIA ZOMBIES!!!!!

NUKE THE PLANET FROM ORBIT ITS THE ONLY WAY TO BE SURE!