But even though the undead left all of life in shambles, there were survivors of this horrid nightmare. Those who either held their ground or fought back against the evil hordes. Those who didn't give up and kept fighting the dead.

We joined together with those who kept fighting and we formed a resistance. We vowed to keep fighting, despite the odds. Fighting the Dead War, as we called it. And everything changed when a crafty changeling brought us powerful weapons to fight with. With zombie-killing ability the likes of which we have never seen before.

Now, we had a chance. A chance of taking our world back...

PONYVILLE

Ponyville was never a town that was to be quiet. The sounds of ponies chatting, birds singing and fillies giggling were supposed to be the normal in the air.

The atmosphere was anything but normal.

Fog had set in around the city, bringing visibility down a bit. Not that there was much to see. The timer houses were still standing, somehow, with lines of barbed wire or metal spikes covering the rooftops, as a defence for zombies that piled over one another to get on the roof. The dirt ground was stained with blood stains, burn marks and debris.

And only 9 creatures currently walked through the abandoned streets. All of them having experienced horrors at the Sweet Apple Acres.

Big Mac, Discord and Spike never thought that a rescue was coming, so they were surprised when a rescue did come. They were even more surprised when their rescuers were none other than the Young Six. But there was only a short time for introductions, as the Young Six needed to get the three to safety. And that safety was, ironically enough, in the zombie hotspot of Ponyville.

And there they were, near the centre of the overrun town. But unexpectedly, the town was near empty. Something wasn't right.

The 'guy's night' trio were sticking close to the Young Six, as Gallus led the way. Two of the Young Six walked alongside the combined groups, keeping them secure and Silverstream brought up the rear. And eventually, they reached centre of town. But there was a problem. A small group of zombies was gathered around the Town Hall, shuffling in a search for flesh to feast on.

Gallus cursed under his breath and ordered the group to stop with a single jesture, before getting onto one knee and readied his Carcano M1891 sniper rifle. The group did so and saw the field of zombies ahead.

"Not more zombies! Now what?" Spike questioned out loud.

"Just be quiet and let Gallus work his magic," Smolder told the fellow dragon, who then complied.

All was silent for a few good seconds as Gallus zeroed in the sights of his rifle on the chest of the closest zombie to them. Then, the griffon pulled the trigger. A loud crack rang out and a 6.5mm round-nose bullet zipped out of the barrel and through the air. And within millisecond, the bullet impacted the intestines of the first zombie, killing it.

Gallus then worked the bolt, ejecting the first round and chambering the second, before firing on another zombie. He then repeated the process over and over, until the en-bloc clip then fell from the rifle as Gallus fired his last round. The griffon then unclipped a pocket on his combat webbing, took another 6-round en-bloc clip, closed the pocket and loaded the the clip into the empty rifle. Repeating the previous process again, eventually, all of the zombies were dead for good. Gallus still had 4 rounds still in his rifle.

The griffon got up from his kneeling position and said, "That took care of those bastards, but we need to get to the safe room before more zombies show up. Let's go,"

The group began to move again. But there were still too many unanswered questions for the three heroes. And as the they got closer to the Town Hall, the three heroes began to ask those questions.

"Well, since those zombies have been dealt with, care to explain how you knew that we were at the Sweet Apple Acres? And who are working for? And if you are of your own accord, they are we the only survivors," Discord asked, wanting his curiosity to be quenched.

"Eeyup," Big Mac agreed.

"Look, we know that you are wondering what in Tartarus is going on right now, but there is a time and a place for that. And this is neither the time nor the place!" Sandbar told them.

But this only made Big Mac mad and he wanted to know what was going on, "Now hang o ah' apple-picking moment! We have ah' right to know what is going on here!" He argued, poking Sandbar aggressively in the chest.

Immediately, Smolder stepped in to back up her pony friend. "Back off, asshole! Ever heard of patience?!"

That surely didn't help matters, as the farm stallion then let out a snort and moved towards the dragon, with Discord and Spike trying to hold him back. But before Big mac could straight-up murder her, Gallus fired a shot into the air, getting the attention of the others.

"Settle down! We all on the same side! Sir, we can explain everything once we get to the safe room! It isn't safe out here!" Gallus then shouted, causing Big Mac to settle. And then the group continued on.

And only a few seconds later, they reached the Town Hall. What was the main wooden door was now replaced with a green metal ship door that was held in place with a massive wheel lock, with a green light above the door frame. Gallus eyed up the door, then turned to Ocellus and ordered, "Open it,"

The changeling just nodded once, put away her P38 pistol and started working the wheel lock to open the door. There was the sound of squeaking metal that filled the air, followed by a clunk, a few grunts and then an 'oh no'.

Gallus' eyes shrunk. An oh no was never a good thing when it came to opening the door to a safe room.

"Guys, the door won't open," Ocellus said, adding to the suspcions.

"Move over!" Smolder told the changeling, shoving her out of the way. The dragon gripped the wheel and attempted to turn it, only for the wheel to not respond and remain still.

"FUCK!!" Smolder cursed, "The door is jammed!"

"Celestia dammit! That's not good," Sandbar added.

However, things would get much worse as Spike then spotted something and froze in utter fear. "If the door jamming is bad," He stated, beginning to shake, "Then that's worse!"

Gallus looked in the direction that Spike was pointing in and his heart sunk. Zombies, hundreds of them, were closing in on them from all directions that Gallus could see.

"We've got incoming. Smolder, get the door open! Everycreature else, take defensive positions!" He ordered, hoping to give the dragon plenty of time. However, the zombies spotted the group and charged, a few runner zombies leading the charge. Then, the slaughter began.

Once the undead horde was close enough, Gallus and the rest of the Young Six opened fire. And the biggest player of the defence was Yona. Standing like a brick wall in between the horde and Smolder, she teared into the advancing zombies with her two MG42Z machine guns on her sides, firing thousands of rounds a minute, decorating the front porch of the Hall with casings of 7.92mm rounds. The rest of the group also began firing away at the approaching horde, dropping zombies left, right and centre.

But with the entire porch now covered in a thick layer of casings after the amount of ammunition fired, it wasn't enough. Bit by bit, the horde began push closer and closer to overrunning the group.

"I almost have it! Just keep them off me a little longer!" Smolder cried out, still struggling with the door.

"Yona can only give 30 seconds!" Yona cried back, keeping the triggers of her MG42s pressed down.

And exactly 21 seconds later, the wheel lock unjammed and unlocked, and the heavy metal door swung open. "GOT IT!! GET INSIDE, NOW!!!!" Smolder cried out, as she drew her MP44 and opened fire on the approaching zombies. Big Mac, Discord and Spike were the first into the safe room, which turned out to be nothing more than the centre of the town hall, which was now littered with crates, boxes, cases, a work bench and a variety of propaganda posters. Once they were inside, the Young Six soon followed, all of them still holding off the zombies with gunfire.

And once the whole group was in the safe room, Smolder slammed the door shut. The group was safe.

"Okay, everycreature. Restock on ammo, grenades and anything else you need," Gallus ordered, as the others rushed over to the crates and opened them, revealing different sized and shapes grenades, mines and other explosives. Also, some of the crates contained more ammunition for their weapons.

However, Gallus just walked past the three friends and sat himself on the work bench. "Okay, I've kept you in the dark long enough. First off, you're lucky we found you when we did, otherwise you would've become zombie food. Thing is, you're not the only ones out there that survived Z-Day," The griffon explained.

"Wait, there are more survivors?" Spike asked, very surprised.

"Yeah. We survived through running, hiding or fighting back if we were strong enough. Kind of like natural selection, but on a massive scale," Ocellus explained.

"Some survivor groups eventually found each other and we joined together, increasing our numbers and formed a resistance to fight back against the undead. We fortified our homes and gathered weapons, ready to fight," Smolder added.

"But the undead were too unmanageable. We were pushed back again and again, until only a few locations in Equestria were safe. But we were saved when... he showed up,"

"He?" Discord questioned.

"We don't know. Or rather, we don't know his real name. Only his callsign, Indigo. We've never seen him in the flesh either, just keeps sending us firearms and equipment for vehicles to our front gate. It was a blessing for us," Silverstream replied to him.

"Yeah, so here we are. Looking for survivors and fighting the zombies every chance we get," Gallus said, finishing the explanation. "Here, catch," The griffon then said, throwing a Thompson M1 to Discord, an M1897 Trench Gun to Big Mac and a Luger P08 to Spike. And after giving the three a quick lesson on how to use their weapons, he then gathered the group around the door they entered and then explained their next move.

"Listen up, everycreature. We've only got one shot at what I'm about to propose and it is going to be very dangerous. Through this door is the quickest route to the Resistance base here in Ponyville, however the route is littered with zombies. Once this door opens, run and do not stop,"

Everycreature just nodded, knowing that while this plan was dangerous it was the only option they had in order to get the three survivors to safety as quickly as possible.

Author's Note

FYI: Yes, I gave the Resistance WW2-era weapons. What? This is a crossover with Zombie Army 4 and that game is set during WW2.

And if you are confused as to where exactly the group is, then look at the linked map. This is the map I will use for Ponyville.